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Gao Qingsong once said something, and Zhang Xiaojian thought it all.

He said: "What needs to be persisted cannot be called a dream. If it is a dream, you will not feel the need to persist. You will enjoy it. You will naturally do this thing, even this thing is you. life."

Gu Jiahan, who looks carefree, is obviously such a person.

More than ten years of hard work didn't make her give up. Instead, she enjoyed it, disagreeing, this is her strength.

Zhang Xiaojian is a very soft person and also very rich.

So he was very happy to help Gu Jiahan, so he said that not only would he buy these songs, but that he would sing these songs tomorrow is not a joke.

Gu Jiahan knew that buying a song didn't matter to a magnate like Zhang Xiaojian, and even the price could be set at will.

But to sing these songs tomorrow...No, Brother Xiaojian, are you sure not to continue your "Sailor" and "Ocean"?

So Zhang Xiaojian saw the questioning eyes of everyone in the band, including Gu Jiahan.

Well, it's time to show your true skills!

Opening the system page, Zhang Xiaojian saw the dazzling number of points after the previous trip to the magic capital.

Skill books are ten times cheaper than growing fruits, while special skill books for music classification are cheaper.

Zhang Xiaojian instantly added his music theory to 100 full value. Looking at the many points left, he smiled evilly: "Let me see how you write these songs."

Everyone's expressions are even more weird, can you read the music, brother?

They certainly don't know that Zhang Xiaojian can now not only understand the music score, but also the structure of the song.

To be bigger, there should be few people in the Chinese music world who have more knowledge of music theory. Although he has not done any creation himself, this does not prevent him from being able to understand good and bad.

Then Zhang Xiaojian started to pretend to pick up the sheets of music posted on the wall, and looked at it carefully.

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A mouse in the warehouse walked slowly to Zhang Xiaojian's not far away, wagging its tail, a little bit of flaunting power, as if to say, kid, can you really understand it?

The same goes for Gu Jiahan and others, who have the same ideas as this mouse, who has been nurtured by music for a long time.

Until Zhang Xiaojian pointed to a sheet of music and said: "I think it would be better to change this song to C."

Gu Jiahan and others frowned, but Zhang Xiaojian said again: "Try it, come, and start now."

Well, today you are the uncle, you have the final say.

The guitarist is in position, the drummer is in position, the bassist is in position, the vocalist is in position, and "Leaving Jiangcheng" in C is played.

From the first drum beat given by the drummer, everyone quickly showed their professionalism and changed the original E-key song to C.

Then, they found that the song was a little different...

As for where it is different, it is difficult to say clearly, especially after Gu Jiahan opened his mouth to sing, Zhang Xiaojian instructed: “Don’t sing too sad, sing with a little free and easy emotion.

Gu Jiahan relaxed a little subconsciously, so the whole song suddenly had an uninhibited feeling of departure, comfortable and natural, and the concentration of emotion was definitely lower than before, but it was more ear-catching.

Everyone was a little surprised.

Zhang Xiaojian picked up the microphone at this moment: "Come on, follow me again."

The music played again.

Zhang Xiaojian sang: "Walking and walking, it's dawn, drinking and drinking wine and woke up again, look at the road when you came, a few light years away..."

Zhang Xiaojian, who was already fully equipped with singing attributes, said that everyone was stupid.

His bass is full and full of magnetism, and the ease and naturalness in his tone can be felt easily.

So, the drummer Dongdong, who was excited to hear the singing, got a little faster..

Zhang Xiaojian immediately stopped,

This was originally an extremely subtle mistake. Of course Zhang Xiaojian couldn't hear this when he was in the bar before. Especially on the day when he sang the worst, the whole band kept making mistakes, and he never noticed...

And now, he can hear it after half a beat?

Gu Jiahan looked at Zhang Xiaojian and had to exclaim, "Brother, are you a monster?"

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It is indeed a monster.

If other bands first met Zhang Xiaojian here, they would only think that he must be a great god, not a cute new one.

But Gu Jiahan and her band are acquaintances who were tortured by Zhang Xiaojian in the bar.

They listened to Zhang Xiaojian's heart-piercing and incomplete singing, and at that time they almost even gave up their dreams of music.

How long has it been since Zhang Xiaojian not only has MAX singing ability, but he can even put forward many particularly constructive suggestions.

Those songs that Gu Jiahan couldn't sell before were in his hands, with a change of style and tune, which seemed to be completely reborn.

What a terrifying growth rate is this?

No, this is the music magician!

However, this is the tip of the iceberg of Zhang Xiaojian's horror.

What he did next made Gu Jiahan and the band almost kneel on the ground to worship.

Gu Jiahan not only has more than 300 pages of paper on the wall, but also a broken box with thousands of papers in it, all of which she wrote over the years.

Zhang Xiaojian read one by one, and every comment hit the nail on the head.

While Gu Jiahan and the band members marveled at why Zhang Xiaojian was so powerful, Zhang Xiaojian was also amazed at Gu Jiahan and her band, why can they persist for so many years?

The thousands of pages in the box are all the band members' thoughts on the arrangement and the lyrics, some sketches, some deletions, deletions and changes.

Even the paper in the early years has turned yellow, Zhang Xiaojian held it in his hand as if he tried a little harder, and the fragile paper would be annihilated by flying ash...

And similar bands, in China, there are also eight hundred without saying that there are one thousand.

They have been buried, buried deeply, it seems that they will never be seen, and will never be accepted by the mainstream, but they exist like this, no reason, song writing and rehearsal is their life, nothing more.

Zhang Xiaojian saw that it was almost midnight.

He chose twenty songs from them, some of which were left intact, some of which were modified.

Zhang Xiaojian has enough reasons and ideas for any songs that involve changes. As long as he rehearses them, he will prove that they are all right after such changes.

So everyone naturally became more and more excited.

The people in the warehouse who still remember what tomorrow's Gunchu Singers Club will immerse in the world of music, simply enjoy the beauty that music can bring to them.

Before you know it, the sky is bright.

When the last note fell, the rehearsal of all twenty songs was completed, and the smell of moisture was greeted with applause in the warehouse that became thicker in the morning.

Everyone in the band clapped their hands vigorously with a smiling face.

Zhang Xiaojian also smiled. He understood that the applause was not because he had money this time, but because they had a good night together in music.