Chapter 972
Chapter 972
Guan Yu stared at Ji Jinzhou's profile for a few seconds, then poked Assistant Gu curiously, "Have you ever heard him sing?"
Special Assistant Gu glanced at her as if she were an idiot. "Have you ever seen the King of Hell pole dancing?"
"I definitely haven't seen it." Guan Yu looked back speechlessly. What an idiotic question.
Is this something she can see in her lifetime?
"That's right. Mr. Ji singing and the King of Hell dancing are both on the same level of ritual collapse and music destruction in my opinion."
"Can he do it?" Guan Yu was a little worried.
"It should be okay, right? Mr. Ji is a comparison group for the male lead anyway. If he is too weak, he won't be able to highlight the male lead's style."
"But Ji Jinzhou messed up a lot of things easily."
Special Assistant Gu took a breath, his expression suddenly serious, "You have a point."
"What if he is tone-deaf? Will he be laughed at by his peers?" Guan Yu thought, "Should I call a halt?"
"Let's take a gamble." Assistant Gu shook his head. "If we succeed, we'll wow everyone. If we fail, we'll be a cute contrast and win fans. Either way, we have a chance of winning."
"Okay." Guan Yu nodded, feeling the nervousness of a child about to go on stage.
Ji Jinzhou was still choosing songs, and Special Assistant Gu gave him some advice in a low voice, "Boss Ji, if you can't sing, just pick a love song, the kind with the bubbling sound of a motorcycle lodged in your throat, and get away with it."
Ji Jinzhou gave him a cold look.
Unexpectedly, he chose an R&B love song of relatively high difficulty, with a brisk melody and many transitions.
Guan Yu quickly called out, "Dim the lights quickly, our Prince of Love Song is about to start singing."
Prince of Love Songs...
Ji Jinzhou's ears felt hot. He glanced at her and whispered, "Stop talking."
Special Assistant Gu hurried to the switch at the door, turned the cold incandescent light into a warm yellow light, then sat back and turned on the flashlight.
He lowered his voice and talked to Guan Yu, "Even if it doesn't sound good later, you have to act like it sounds good, understand?"
"I guarantee it." Guan Yu gave him an affirmative look, "I am a professional supporter."
"Mr. Ji looks like he has some skills." Special Assistant Gu was expectant.
"Shhh."
Ji Jinzhou tapped the sofa with his fingertips, and a few seconds after the cheerful accompaniment flowed out, the magnetic and textured male voice blended with the accompaniment, neither hurried nor slow, and the soft voice perfectly matched each drum beat, like the unhurried sound of Big Ben.
His head was slightly tilted, his eyes were dark, and the warm yellow light gave him a soft halo, weakening the aggressiveness of his tough brow bones. His eyes moved, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes were filled with gentle warmth.
Guan Yu's eyes were full of surprise, "Even if he's not kidding me, he's still kidding me. He can actually sing so well."
"Mr. Ji, you are quite capable." Special Assistant Gu widened his eyes in surprise.
"You just said that."
Guan Yu didn't even look at him. She tilted her head and stared at Ji Jinzhou intently, with a smile in her eyes that she couldn't hide.
"Just now, I saw his posture and thought he had two brushes, but the brushes were bristle-less." Special Assistant Gu explained seriously, "But after opening his voice, I confirmed that he had two brushes with bristles."
She finally gave him a look and said, "Come to think of it, I've never heard you sing before. When will you show me your singing skills?"
"No, no, my brushes are a bit sparse." Assistant Gu was very humble.
He knew that his singing was only slightly better than the rooster downstairs in the early morning.
Jiang Suan clapped silently, his eyes full of amazement: "I didn't expect Brother Jinzhou to sing so well."