Chapter 107 I watched him grow up

"Would it be okay to use this song at Su Ennan's concert in Xianggang to create some atmosphere?"

After finishing the song, Liang Liang asked the band members for their opinions.

"That's great! If we make the music a bit more exciting, it might even create a climax at the concert," Liu Yuyong said.

"I think there's no problem," Wang Fan said succinctly.

Xiao Yu wanted to say something, but before she could respond, a voice came from the doorway: "Yu Yu! I've come to see you again!"

Without even looking at him, Liang Liang knew it was Han Chui as soon as he heard that sleazy voice.

Sure enough, Han Chui appeared with a sly grin, wearing a plaid suit, a white top hat, and holding a bouquet of pink flowers.

With a wink from Xiao Yu, Xiao Yao swiftly stepped in front of Han Chui, one hand on her hip and the other pointing at him.

"Stop! Keep a distance of 10 meters from my master."

Han Chui asked in confusion, "Your master? Who is your master?"

"Whoever you want to find is my master. My master said that if you continue to act recklessly and talk nonsense, I will beat you with a stick."

"Yu Yu is your master? Then do you know who I am? If she is your master, then I am your master's wife."

The people in the dance hall were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. Even Xiao Yu looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Xiao Yao! Hurry up and call her Master's wife!" Liang Liang chimed in.

Han Chui blinked a few times, as if something was wrong.

With Han Chui around, the atmosphere quickly became lively.

"I've never seen this beautiful lady before. Do you have a boyfriend?" Han Chui asked Lan Zhi when Xiao Yu ignored him.

Lan Zhi rolled her eyes at Han Chui: "I also play the drum. Although I haven't formally become an apprentice, I'm still considered Xiao Yu's disciple. Xiao Yao is just using a stick to beat you, but I'll be using a kitchen knife to teach you a lesson."

Han Chui was shocked: "Xiao Yu! This is not right of you. It's fine if you ignore me, but why are you swarming all the girls who like me to your side? Are you deliberately trying to make me a bachelor? If I can't find a wife, I'll eat at your house every day and eat you out of house and home!"

Xiao Yu was overjoyed upon hearing this: "You want to pursue Lan Zhi?"

"You don't want to be my wife, but that doesn't mean I can't fall in love with someone else?" Han Chui said matter-of-factly.

"Han Bangchui! You've finally caught on! The fact that you've taken a liking to Lanzhi means you're quite something. I think you two are a match made in heaven." Since someone was trying to shift the focus of the criticism, she naturally had to keep up the hype.

"Forget it! Xiao Yu, stop teasing me. I'm from a rural area, do you think he'd want me? He should just stay a teacher's wife!"

"So what if I have a rural household registration? If my mom didn't object, I really wouldn't care whether I'm from the countryside or the city, my rival! Am I right?"

Liang Liang never expected that the topic would turn to him while he was urinating.

This guy brings up his mother the moment he hears that Lanzhi is from the countryside. Does he have any shame?

"Brother Han! I haven't even managed to touch Xiao Yu's hand, and you're already a rival in love? If that's the case, you could probably form a whole group of rivals in love."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu didn't like what Liang Liang said: "Liang Liang! What do you mean? Are you saying I'm a womanizer?"

Look at how ridiculous this is, who actually meant that?

"Rival in love! I see this place is quite lively, how about I join in?"

"You? What can you do?"

"I think my voice is very distinctive."

"Really?"

"My voice is so powerful it shakes heaven and earth and makes ghosts and gods weep."

"So impressive? Then sing a couple of songs for me, just a simple one, like 'Your Appearance'."

Han Chui is hilarious. He stood in front of the microphone on stage with a serious expression and even straightened his clothes.

Could you provide some background music?

"Why don't you sing a couple of lines a cappella, and I'll hear how your voice is?"

Han Chui cleared his throat, his expression serious and dignified.

Liang Liang suddenly noticed that Xiao Yu had covered her ears with both hands, looking utterly hopeless.

I heard someone's voice.

Like the weeping little river in my dream...

Like the darkness before dawn, a bolt of lightning, like a sharp sword, sliced ​​through the night sky, shattering it into pieces. And that wasn't all; a thunderclap followed, exploding from the center of the sky, pulverizing the already fragmented night sky into dust.

Liang Liang believes that she is like the night sky, now being tormented to the point of wishing for death.

He suddenly felt immense admiration for Xiao Yu and understood why she had plugged her ears beforehand.

The expressions of those listening to Han Chui sing under the small stage varied.

Some were expressionless, like ancient zombies unearthed from the ground; some had crooked eyes and mouths, seemingly on the verge of death; some were pounding their chests, weeping and wailing, in unbearable pain…

This is truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring. If this were to reach the eighteenth level of hell, demons and monsters would probably rebel.

In this situation, as the culprit, your best option is to run away and make a quick getaway.

But Han Chui was unbelievable; this guy actually had the nerve to come over and ask him how he sang.

"A train was speeding along when an emergency suddenly occurred on the road ahead. The train driver slammed on the brakes, and all the wheels stopped turning, sparking brilliantly on the tracks."

Han Chui exclaimed in surprise, "You mean my singing voice is like a dazzling spark?"

"It's the sound of brakes rubbing against the rails, and it's practically a DNA twin of your singing voice! Bro! People sing for money, but your singing is a death sentence!"

Han Chui scratched his head: "It seems I'm no good at singing. How about I learn an instrument? I think playing the drums looks cool..."

"Get out!" Xiao Yu roared.

"What are you yelling about? I'm here for my Zhizhi, what are you jealous of?"

This guy should be in sales; with that kind of shamelessness and smooth talk, it's a shame he's not a conman.

Han Chui's dream of becoming a singer was shattered, and he left in disappointment.

"Xiao Yu! I feel like you and Han Chui are very familiar with each other. Can you tell me about him?"

"You're not really planning to let him play the drums, are you?"

"He doesn't have much musical talent, but his pioneering spirit still has social value."

"Don't make it sound so nice, it's just that you're shameless."

"Why do you look down on shameless people? These are the kinds of people society needs."

"Actually, you're cut from the same cloth, but he's shameless in the common sense, while you're shameless in the bel canto style."

Xiao Yu even shamelessly categorized this into bel canto and pop, as if this were a singing competition!

"You ask me how I know Han Bangchui? How could I not know him? We live in the same neighborhood, and our two houses are separated by a street that is only three or four meters wide. My parents and his parents were not only coworkers but also colleagues. I watched him grow up."

Liang Liang had a headache. How old were you to have watched other people grow up?