"En, I also think so." Zhang Feifei rarely praised Lin Mumu and looked at her:
"You don't like wearing makeup, which I like very much. Your voice is very pure, even better than mine, and I'm a little envious of you.
However, girls must be clean and self-respecting, material desires can easily damage their voice. There are many talented people in China's music industry, and there are many beautiful girls, but there are very few who can really go on for a long time. "
Although Zhang Feifei wasn't polite to Lin Mumu, her words were from the bottom of her heart and were full of sincerity.
With her current status as a small artist who relied on unwritten rules to climb up, Zhang Feifei was indeed very good to her.
Lin Mumu nodded: "Thank you, sister Feifei."
"I just saw that you really liked this Jasmine Flower, why don't you also sing it to practice your voice?" Madam Lu suddenly said.
It wasn't a sudden idea. Just now, when Zhang Feifei sang, Lin Mumu was completely intoxicated with her voice and melody, and even hummed along with it.
However, Madam Lu paid attention to Lin Mumu, especially her voice, which she particularly liked.
Since it was a role play, of course, she had to act realistically and couldn't let Zhang Feifei see through her. In any case, even if her singing wasn't good, she could still use the words "relationship" to explain it.
Therefore, Lin Mumu simply followed Madam Lu's words and sang at the top of her lungs.
Lin Mumu didn't know how to arrange music, so she could only sing Zhang Feifei's tune that she just remembered.
When Lin Mumu finished singing, Madam Lu and Zhang Feifei's eyes were glued to her body.
Lin Mumu also felt embarrassed and could only apologize to Zhang Feifei:
"I'm sorry, sister Feifei, I'm not very good at arranging music, so I just sang it according to yours."
"It doesn't matter, you can sing as you like." Zhang Feifei generously waved her hand: "I really didn't expect your musical skills to be so good."
Zhang Feifei was a famous soprano, and she was blessed by nature in the high notes. Many Chinese female singers wanted to imitate her, but they all died because of the high notes.
There were a few who reached the high notes, but they lost that heavenly feeling. Although the high notes were high, they were harsh to the ears, unlike Zhang Feifei, who could still sing the high notes and make people feel as if they were walking on clouds.
Only Lin Mumu actually sang this kind of feeling.
Not really, Lin Mumu and Zhang Feifei were different.
"Feifei, now you know there's always someone better, right?" Madam Lu also didn't expect Lin Mumu to perform so well, and also took the opportunity to educate Zhang Feifei.
"Fei Fei ah, now you know that there's always someone better than you, right?" Madam Lu also didn't expect Lin Mumu's performance to be so good, and even took the opportunity to educate Zhang Fei Fei.
"Teacher, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been influenced by the bad habits of the entertainment industry." Zhang Feifei was quite self-aware.
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