Warm listened to Dewey's advice, went to the practice room and sang a routine with Dewey's piano accompaniment.

An Xueyan held his chest with both hands, stared at the warmth of singing coldly, and his red lips pursed gently.

It has to be said that the warm singing is good. A song in the bass domain makes her singing graceful and charming.

Just like the nostalgic songs in the old records of the 1970s and 1980s, it makes people feel deeply.

Her voice has a unique hoarseness, which can draw people's thoughts and arouse the melancholy feeling of people listening to songs who recall the past and want to grasp but can't grasp it.

However, no matter how good, she would not praise her.

At the end of the song, Dewey nodded with satisfaction.

Glancing at an Xueyan, he said with a smile, "what about Xueyan? Do you still think the threshold for Shifu to accept disciples is low?"

When Jiang Lingfeng brought warmth, he was also very resistant.

In his life, what he hates most is that others force him to accept disciples with human affection.

However, when he learned that his warm voice was poisoned and dumb, he listened to her sing a song, and he finally left her.

First, Jiang Lingfeng opened his mouth to him for the first time, and second, he felt that the warm foundation was good.

So there was later harsh training.

After more than a month of isolation, he was gratified by his tenacity and hard work.

He didn't read the wrong person. The girl is a good musician.

Dewey's tone was not lacking. An Xueyan was jealous. He trimmed his hair and looked at the warmth and said, "this kind of music is not difficult. The range is smooth and stable. Junior sister, do you want to challenge the treble?"

Listening to those guys say that her warm voice has been destroyed, she just deliberately poked her pain.

Because people who like singing are proud of their good voice.

"Sorry, elder martial sister, my voice has been hurt and I can't sing high notes."

The warm tone was flat, and there was no discomfort of being poked to the pain.

"Ah? Your throat has been hurt? So your range is not wide? Tut, what a pity."

An Xueyan pretended to be surprised and looked regretful.

"Well, so, your younger martial sister is a rare talent. She can sing so well with her voice hurt. Shifu has a good eye."

Dewey glanced at an Xueyan and made a sound to round the scene.

He knows both their personalities.

One is arrogant and the other is introverted.

Apart from others, he prefers a warm personality.

"Yes, yes, who dares to say that master is not yours?"

Ann Xueyan is not too much. Flattering Dewey, she walked up to Dewey and said coquettishly, "master, I haven't played four hands with you for a long time. Why don't we play a song together?"

"Well, just let me hear if my favorite student has stepped back now."

"Oh, master, you are always so hard on me."

"A strict teacher makes a good disciple. I'm not strict. How can you be high?"

"Yes, you're right."

“......”

They talked and laughed a few words. An Xueyan glanced at the warm side of his head, and his eyes were a little cold.

Hostility is strong.

Warm red lips gently sip, I don't know where I offended her.

Just because Dewey took her as an apprentice?

There should be no conflict of interest with her.

Or is it for other reasons?

The handsome face of Jiang Lingfeng flashed in my mind.

Can it be because of men?

The sound of the piano pours out like running water. An Xueyan's voice is pleasant to hear, and the sound of the piano is like the sound of nature.

Warm thoughts were pulled back and listened quietly.

An Xueyan is worthy of being a talented girl in the music industry. Her voice is pure and beautiful. She sings professionally while playing.

It's not like her. She has a broken voice and some are just enthusiastic.