The Rise of Otaku - Chapter 402

According to the maturity of rice, the cycle of music production seems to be a bit long, but at least it is better than nothing. But what about the song? After all, the song is to be sung. The radio director has built a small electric tower here. Looking at something like a microphone, it means someone will sing it?

Do you still want Xiaomu pear to stay here?

Not right, although it is an idol, not all songs will sing. What if the audience clicks on a song they won’t? I want to think about it, or I don’t understand the working mode of the music paddy field, so I still stand on the shore and watch the changes in the paddy field.

The paddy field is inserted, and the appearance looks the same as the average paddy field, but in the eyes of Zhou Yu, there are more changes here.

A gust of wind blew, and there were frogs in the rice fields, and some weird insects that made a daily view of the frogs singing in the countryside. However, Zhou Yu is very certain that although his own small farm has never used pesticides, there are frogs that have been so fast in the well-prepared paddy fields.

Turning around the paddy field, I actually found some strange frogs. But what is certain is that they are not frogs of the third dimension, because there are no frogs with sunglasses in the 3rd dimension.

In addition to frogs, there are some strange little bugs, such as what they are. All of them were anthropomorphized, dressed in strange clothes in the paddy fields, and occasionally together they sang together. Some people still carry musical instruments, even ukulele, and they are so strange.

Is this gang singing?

Zhou Yu expressed extreme suspicion, but at this time a frog with sunglasses came over and said very politely: “Hello, the lord of the city, we are the paddy choir, I am the leader of the river.”

Ok, you said that the choir is a choir. It’s really a bit of a look. The puzzle of the song is solved, so who made the song production?

At this point, white ink appeared.

Bai Mo was a fallen composer before, but after being delisted by the fallen tribe, his degraded composing ability was emptied. However, the ability to compose is still there, but how can it be manifested, even the white ink does not know. Today, there is finally a building related to music production. He naturally has to be able to retrieve his abilities.

Sure enough, the frog Laojiang reported a warm welcome to the arrival of Bai Mo: “Ha ha ha, Luhua City really hides the dragon and the tiger, even the composers are ready-made. The paddy choir, welcomes Mr. Bai as a conductor and composer. ”

In this way, the white ink became the person of the paddy choir. However, he and the paddy field need a little time, so he turned his head and said to Zhou Yu: “Father, I want to take a boat in the paddy field and feel the breath here.”

Ok, a small boat, simple. As long as your composing ability can recover, do everything well.

A boy in white, standing in front of a small boat, holding a long bamboo pole to drive the boat, slowly moving in the clear paddy field. It’s a boy who loves to force, and this is the demeanor of this deputy, not to mention girls, men may be bent.

The white ink that Wen Qing disease came up also made the old man build a small building in the middle of the paddy field. The humanistic atmosphere in the paddy field is even heavier.

Hu Sanye took his small team and checked the growth of various seasonal vegetables on various farms. However, the things on the small farm always kept him from knowing how to comment. I saw that the boss took time and effort to get a strange paddy field, and also made a stone-based wooden building in the middle of the paddy field. Together with various bridges and bridges, I created a paddy field like a West Lake building. In general, you can’t help but shake your head.

In the past, Lake Sanye would still say the last two sentences. The farm is a farm. What are the uses of these bells and whistles? However, after he tasted the dishes of the small farm, he would not say anything anymore. Anyway, when people asked him, he said that the boss loved it and he was completely tidy. Anyway, the evil door was very good.

Fortunately, Hu Sanye can’t see the frog, and he can’t hear the frog singing insects in the paddy field. Otherwise, the heart disease can be scared.

It seems that the “spiritual exchange” of Bai Mo and Paddy will take some time. Zhou Yu will not care about him and continue to study the role of its paddy fields.

The song has no doubt, Zhou Yu used the ‘job’ to facilitate the first song to the radio, and soon saw the chorus quickly gathered to cover the song with a very high degree of completion. . The sounds of the original 呱呱 and 咝咝 have disappeared, and only one crisp girl echoed in the paddy field.

Composing, probably let the white ink come. It seems that it is a bit different from what I thought before, at least I don’t need to use the ability of the food drama home.

After two days, Bai Mo thoroughly integrated into the music paddy field, but invited the old man and other brothers and sisters to see his first performance in the choir.

As a conductor, he directed the frogs in the water and the various insects sitting on the rice stalks, playing and singing in a serious manner, but it was also a bit of a voice. It is a pity that if you look at the huge angle of Zhou Yu, it will not be enough. It seems that you have to become a 2 yuan villain to appreciate.

“Father, I understand how to compose music in the music paddy field. It is better to show it to you now. During this time, I have learned a total of three songs and need to sort them out.”

It turned out that white ink was not trying to fish, but the ability to compose music was removed, so there was no way to show it.

I only heard a white whistle blowing a whistle, and suddenly a group of small cockroaches swam out in the paddy field. The chorus leader Lao Jiang also smiled and said: “Children, the time to show your abilities is here, and you must perform well.”

Rely on, let the 蝌蚪 to make music?

In one corner of the paddy field, there is a small pool. At the bottom of the pool is a slate with black staff, clearly visible in the clarified pool water. I didn’t know what the slate slate was for now. It is finally a sight.

I saw that under the command of Bai Mo’s baton, the group of babies happily swam toward the slate, and then put a variety of shapes on it. One by one, the appearance of the notes, let Zhou Yumu stunned, your sister’s recipe is a bit of a bunker.

At this point, the fat director hurriedly said: “The city master, what are you waiting for, quickly copy the scores!”

what? I am copying?

Zhou Yu’s face is arrogant. What kind of music scores are like the ghosts in his opinion? I don’t understand what I mean, how can I copy them? Besides, there is no staves in the hands now?

In the end, it was still a matter of inspiration, and took out the ‘truth’ camera and took the score directly, which did not delay things.

蝌蚪 Composing, cow.