No matter how superb a skill is, if you shouldn't use it, it will only destroy the character's "god".

As an expert, Xu Mengke naturally saw the strangeness of Xu Rong, and looked at Xu Rong, and his eyes became very strange. If Xu Rong turned to Peking Opera steadily, he might not be able to become a figure in the beginning of the sect, but there should be no big problem in overthrowing the generation.

But he also knew that this was impossible. Xu Rong is a master in the film and television performance theory field today. He devoted himself to Peking Opera and was just to lose the foundation.

As if Kuizhi finished singing, Yuan Huiqin suggested: "Will we have a chorus at the end?"

When Xu Mengke's face collapsed, he was afraid that this was not bad. However, the difficulty of living was immediately more than ten times higher than that of those who had to write lyrics.

"Xiao Xu, why don't you want to do this expression?"

"Hahaha."

After practicing for half an afternoon, Xu Rong saw that the time was almost over and said, "Everyone, I still have a performance tonight, so I'll go back first."

"Okay Xuyuan, you can do it first."

Li Shengsu took the initiative to come over and said, "Teacher Xu, I'll give you a gift."

Xu Rong was not surprised when he heard this, and even Li Shengsu's voice "Teacher Xu" was worthy of it.

After leaving the rehearsal hall, Li Shengsu smiled and said, "Thank you, can you leave your contact information?"

"Actually, I have a lot of problems. Every time I see you, I'm in a hurry, afraid of delaying your time, so I never dared to ask for advice."

Xu Rong smiled. He understood the meaning of what she called "thank you". Li Shengsu's singing style borrowed from the way he created his voice.

He was happy to see this. As the founder and founder of the system, he was not afraid of others learning it, but feared that others would not learn it.
Chapter completed!