A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Li Mushang patted Yang Jinxin on the shoulder: "Old Yang, I know you are afraid that I will make a mistake and leave. The pressure of singing is indeed very great."

"But the meaning of participating in this program is nothing more than to challenge one's own limits under the pressure of competitions again and again."

"If you use a conservative plan, to be honest, I don't need to participate at all, right?"

"I'm not saying that success is the result of success, and you have to work hard."

Lao Yang stared at Li Mushang for a long time and finally sighed: "You kid is really a monster, it's hard for a person like you not to succeed."

"Since it has been confirmed, I have nothing to say, but according to my idea, the copy of the chorus transposition should be extended to 2 words."

"You are trying to sing the chorus now because your whole body function is not in a state of load. When you sang just now, I already felt that you were struggling."

"If you still follow this situation, then you have to consider that this section is placed in the chorus, which means that you will have to sing a long section before."

"Then under this high-intensity singing, whether you can still maintain such a high level in the chorus part is a big question mark here."

As the music director invited by Li Mushang, Yang Jinxin is still very responsible. After all, this person in front of him is his good brother, and he can't watch Li Mushang jump into the fire pit.

At this time, Li Mushang also realized that during the rehearsal, he sang the chorus alone, but the official performance was a complete performance, so according to his current ability, the initial design of the chorus change did have a large error rate.

The two words that Lao Yang said are changing the tone, which doesn’t actually change the audience’s sense of hearing much, but Li Mushang’s singing will be at least 20.00% easier.

In the end, he accepted Lao Yang's suggestion, considering that the other party's plan was indeed better.

Music actually needs to be quite rigorous. It doesn't mean that you can do it if you think it's good. Sometimes you still have to consider the advice of professionals.

The rehearsal lasted all night until the early morning of the next day. Li Mushang, Lao Yang, and the musicians were all exhausted.

Li Mushang's throat is on fire now, as long as he speaks, it hurts.

Lao Yang was so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist, and his legs trembled when he walked.

"It's hard work everyone, take a good rest in the morning, let's get together in the afternoon and think about it."

Li Mushang couldn't stand the continuous high-intensity rehearsal, so in today's plan, everyone just got together to polish it.

After everyone left the rehearsal room, Li Mushang said to Lao Yang, "Let's have breakfast and go back to the hotel to rest."

When Lao Yang heard the words about breakfast, he suddenly became interested again: "Shall we have another bowl of noodles today?"

Li Mushang was quite speechless, feeling a little helpless in his heart: "Brother Yang, Uncle Yang, I know you want to solicit business for your future daughter-in-law, but yesterday I ate all the noodles for breakfast and supper today. live."

Lao Yang scratched his head in embarrassment: "Then let's go to the shop next to it to eat steamed stuffed buns?"

Li Mushang waved his hand: "You should spare me, that store is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from us, across the entire city center."

"I beg you, feel wronged, let's find a breakfast restaurant nearby to make do."

"When the recording of the show is finished, I promise to accompany you to eat noodles for a day."

After hearing this, Lao Yang immediately stretched out his hand: "It's a deal, whoever doesn't eat his grandson."

Li Mushang slapped his forehead with a slap, he still fell for this kid's carelessness.

But the man would not regret his words even if he spit on a nail, so the two went to a good breakfast restaurant nearby, and after breakfast, they returned to the hotel to sleep soundly.

This sleep lasted until the afternoon of that day, Li Mushang's mouth was dry after waking up, and his throat was still not in good condition.

He touched his forehead and said to himself, "It's over!"

The temperature of the air conditioner in the rehearsal room was quite low last night. During Li Mushang's rehearsal, he jumped up and down very vigorously and his back got wet very quickly.

Cold and hot at low temperature, you will catch a cold directly.

For a musician, a cold is more terrifying than cancer. He can now clearly feel his tonsils occupying his throat due to inflammation.

He could feel the pain simply by swallowing, so he immediately called Yang Jinxin and Brother Liu.

The two soon came to Li Mushang's room, and Yang Jinxin carefully took out his mobile phone and turned on the light of the camera lens.

"Open your mouth."

After Li Mushang opened his mouth, under the light, Yang Jinxin could clearly see that the entire mouth was congested and the tonsils were severely inflamed.

"Old Li's situation is not good, let alone singing on stage, you feel choked up when you speak."

"If you don't deal with it, it will definitely not work. Brother Liu, go to the parking lot to prepare the car first, and go to the hospital!"

A few minutes later, Li Mushang, wearing a mask, appeared in the parking lot. After he got into the car, Brother Liu drove directly towards Funan People's Hospital.

Program manager Xiaoya soon also received news that Li Mushang was ill, and rushed to the hospital from Funan Satellite TV.

On the way, Chen Jia sent a video, and Li Mushang clicked to connect, but the video showed the face of his daughter.

"Dad. Dad, when will you come back!"

"I watched your performance on TV with my mother the night before yesterday. Did you break your leg?"

"Why was he motionless on the stage? Our teacher said that being motionless was bastard."

Li Mushang was about to cry, his daughter really inherited many of Chen Jia's "advantages", her little mouth seemed to have been smeared with arsenic.

He tried to speak but found that he couldn't speak a word, his voice was completely hoarse.

Yang Jinxin reacted quickly and took the phone directly: "Oh, isn't this Xiaoyue?"

"It's been a long time and I've become pretty again. I'm your Uncle Yang. I hugged you when I was a child. Do you remember?"

"Your father is still working now, and we will be back in a few days."

At this time, Chen Jia also found that her daughter was using her mobile phone to make a video call to Li Mushang, so she took it.

"Why is it you, Lao Yang!"

"Where's Li Mushang?"

Li Mushang quickly gestured to Yang Jinxin, meaning not to tell Chen Jia about his situation.

Lao Yang understood: "Sister-in-law, Brother Li is not doing a rehearsal, and you know that time is very tight."

Chen Jia had no doubts at all, just hummed: "Tell Li Mushang to pay attention to his body."

"Then I won't bother you here and hang up first."

After the phone was hung up, the three people in the car were relieved, at least Chen Jian had slipped past it.

The car quickly drove to the People's Hospital. There were a lot of people inside. He and Yang Jinxin found a seat and sat down first. Brother Liu ran up and down to help register.