From elementary school music teacher to superstar

Chapter 16 Can You Get A New One?

"Xiaoxue, what's wrong?"

When Liu Xiaojing arrived in the room, she found that Ling Xue was already sitting at the computer desk, with her hands on the mouse and her eyes fixed on the computer screen.

"Li Ke's first work, do you remember what it was?"

Ling Xue didn't move her eyes from the screen, and asked and answered, "It's "Women Don't Cry". Everyone said that Li Xinran found that song on Miaoqu."

"You mean, you're going to search for songs on Miaoqu?"

Liu Xiaojing also walked to her side at this time, and saw that Ling Xue really opened the page of Miaoqu.com.

She smiled wryly and said, "Xiaoxue, that's just an example, well, this website is full of beginners entertaining themselves, except for that one time, no other high-quality products have been published."

"But I have no other choice, let's try."

As she said that, Ling Xue had already opened a song, and shook her head after listening to a few words. This is an a cappella work, the melody is mediocre, and the singer's voice is also very bad.

It does sound like an amateur.

But she was not affected, and then clicked on the next song.

Liu Xiaojing took a closer look, and suddenly her scalp felt numb. The website may be due to the decline in traffic, and the operator is already a little bit willing to give up. The layout is a mess.

On the screen are densely packed audition songs, one after another, without classification or any prompt, just lined up together.

At a rough glance, there are at least dozens of poems on a page, and the number of pages has already reached thousands of pages.

She patted her forehead and said speechlessly: "You just listen to each song one by one like this. It will take a year to finish listening to it?"

"A week, next Wednesday there will be a commercial performance, if there is no harvest in a week, I will..."

Ling Xue paused for a moment, did not continue, and clicked on to the next song after a while.

If there is no harvest, she can only follow the company's arrangement, and maybe there will be no chance to release new songs before the contract expires.

And after the contract expires, her situation will not be any better.

"Forget it, I'll listen with you too."

Liu Xiaojing sighed and turned on the laptop beside her.

……

After Lu Xin left the music classroom, he went to class 1 of the second grade. Regarding the singing competition, he was not going to participate too much.

He can't do more, and if the song "The Most Beautiful Light" doesn't work, he has no other way.

It is enough to have Zhang Ruoxi to help practice the piano. During the lunch break, Lu Xin saw her take Zhang Jiaqi to the music classroom, and then went back after school in the evening.

I hope the little girl can practice well.

Back at the newly rented house, Lu Xin smelled a fragrance as soon as he entered the house.

"Mom, what should I do deliciously?"

He changed his shoes and went straight to the kitchen. This is the benefit of his parents. It turned out that when he lived in Guangming Community, although he occasionally cooked by himself, he only ordered noodles at most.

Unlike now, with the chef and the reserve chef at home, he can eat ready-made food after get off work.

"Are you back? Where are the croquettes, wash your hands and try it."

Mother Lu was busy in the kitchen, when she heard the voice, she looked up at him and said with a smile.

Looking at the fragrant golden balls in the basin, Lu Xin couldn't care less about washing his hands, so he picked one up with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it's crispy and crispy, delicious."

As he spoke, he quickly pulled half a bowl and held it in his hand.

Lu's mother smiled, and while turning over the meatballs in the oil pan, she asked, "Xiaoxin, do you have many teachers in your school?"

Lu Xin nodded, "A lot, more than 100."

"Are there many female teachers? They are about the same age as you." Mother Lu pretended to be casual and asked.

"My age...Mom, what do you want to ask?"

"It's okay, just ask casually. I remember that there are quite a lot of female teachers in elementary schools in our county. Is it the same here? Are there any suitable ones?"

Lu Xin knew about this, and said speechlessly: "Mom, I've only been in class for half a month, and besides, I'm only 22, so don't worry."

"How can you not be in a hurry? You don't have time to fall in love? You won't be too young when you get married."

Lu's mother glared at him, "I married your father early, we are both young after you graduated from college, and we can help you take care of the children in the future, but you see, Lao Qi in the factory is as old as your father, and the children I just went to junior high school, so it will be troublesome when I get old in the future."

"Okay, I see Mom, don't worry, I'm going back to my room."

Lu Xin finished eating the meatballs in a few mouthfuls, put down the bowl and slipped away.

At this time, Lu's father pushed the wheelchair out of the bedroom, went to the kitchen door and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Lu's mother frowned, "I don't see any reaction, but it doesn't look like I was dumped."

It turned out that the couple were afraid that Lu Xin would be dumped by his girlfriend, and they would no longer talk to each other out of sadness, so Lu's mother came out to test.

Lu Xin has no time to be sad now, all he thinks about is making money.

With only a few hundred dollars in hand, I really have no confidence.

Fortunately, the pots, pans and pans are all bought by Lu's mother, and Lu's mother is also the one who buys vegetables every day. Every time I think of this, Lu Xin feels very depressed.

He is a majestic time traveler, his mind is full of treasures, and he has become like this.

But it's useless to be anxious, he thought about it, and when Dad Lu's foot injury healed, he would go to Shangjing to look for opportunities. After all, the city of Northern Mongolia is too small.

If it doesn't work, I can only sell a few songs first to meet the emergency, but in the time and space where copyright is so important, I can't sell more, and the copyright should be kept in my own hands as much as possible.

After dinner, Lu Xin went out with his guitar on his back. He brought the guitar from Guangming Community last night.

I have nothing else to do today, I still go to sell and sing.

However, the location last time was not very good, and there were relatively few people. When he came back that time, he passed by an underground shopping mall passage in the pedestrian street, and there were quite a lot of people inside.

Tonight's destination is there.

Soon the place arrived, with an underground shopping mall below and a pedestrian street above. There were constant crowds of people in the passage, and there were wall lamps on both sides of the wall. It was indeed a good place to sing.

If it is in a big city, there will definitely be people occupying such a place, but in a small city like Beimeng, there are really too few people singing.

Because of this, Lu Xin can monopolize this good position.

After setting things up, he began to play and sing. People passing by looked back at him from time to time, and a small number of them stopped and listened to his singing attentively.

There are very few people who just put money in the guitar bag placed in front.

Lu Xin didn't care too much. He intended to practice his singing and voice. It would be nice if someone tipped him off, and it didn't matter if he didn't.

A middle-aged man with a full beard passed by, stayed and listened to two songs, but put in a banknote instead.

Lu Xin looked down, and it turned out to be a hundred-yuan bill.

He said thanks and sang again.

"It sings so well!"

After a song was sung, a girl in the crowd said softly.

The young boy in denim next to him thought it was a good song, but when he saw his girlfriend staring at Lu Xin obsessively, he suddenly felt bad.

He said disdainfully: "What's the matter, it's just a few songs over and over."

The girl glared at him angrily and ignored him.

The young man was even more upset, and his voice became louder, "Can I get a new one?"

"Sorry, there are only a few of them."

Lu Xin didn't want to cause trouble, so he said with a smile, and he really only practiced a dozen or so songs in this time and space for the time being.

But the young man sneered and said: "I know how to sing a few songs, what are you selling for singing, come out after you learn it."

As soon as these words came out, the few onlookers at first all looked at him.

Several people passing by also stopped, even the middle-aged bearded man who was just about to leave stopped again, as if he wanted to see how Lu Xin would resolve it.

Lu Xin looked at the crowd, smiled, and asked, "If I sing something else, how are you going to express it?"

(End of this chapter)