I Just Won't Play By The Book Chapter 143

After another song, Kong Qianqian couldn't wait to turn her head to look at Jiang Beiran. Just as she was about to open her mouth, she let out another “ouch” and looked at her senior sister aggrievedly.

After closing the book, Jiang Beiran nodded and said, “Miss Qianqian, your voice is actually more suitable for another genre. You can try listening to it.” After saying that, Jiang Beiran used his falsetto to sing a short segment of “Three Mile Plum”. Just as he finished singing, Kong Qianqian took the risk of being pinched again and clapped her hands. “Nice! Nice. Brother Jiang, please sing a whole segment.”

As soon as Kong Qianqian finished speaking, she tightened her thigh muscles, but she did not feel any pain.

Thus, she turned around and asked Mu Yao, “Sister Mu Yao, why aren't you pinching me this time?”

Mu Yao was pretending to close her eyes and resting. Now, she really wanted to stand up and strangle Kong Qianqian. What a blabbermouth!

Seeing that Mu Yao was suffocating herself to death, Jiang Beiran held back his laughter and said, “Miss Mu likes to listen to music on a daily basis?”

“It's just something to pass the time. It's not really a hobby.”

After hearing that, Kong Qianqian said, “Sister Mu, didn't you say that among your three hobbies, listening to music is ranked… Ouch!”

“Just the fact that she's willing to bring this clown around is enough to show that Mu Yao really likes listening to music…” Jiang Beiran thought.

“Qianqian, if you talk nonsense again, I'll pull out your tongue!” Mu Yao said fiercely.

“Yes…” After saying that, Kong Qianqian looked at Jiang Beiran and said, “Brother Jiang, what style did you just sing?” “This one is called Cheng Style. It's a subtle and profound singing style. It's soft on the outside but firm on the inside. It suits you very well.”

“Then… then can you teach me?”

Kong Qianqian asked with a fawning look. The expectation in her eyes reminded Jiang Beiran of Mo Xia who was looking at him with a Go board.

“I can't teach you. It's all passed down from my ancestors.”

“I'm willing to take you as my master!” Kong Qianqian said as she was about to kneel on the ground.

“No, no, no.” Jiang Beiran held Kong Qianqian. “I won't take in disciples easily.” When Kong Qianqian heard this, she quickly pleaded, “Brother Jiang, please take me in. I'm begging you.”

“Then…” Jiang Beiran thought for a moment and said, “Then it depends on your performance. Stand up first.”

“Yes.” Kong Qianqian immediately stood up straight.

“In the art of singing, we want our voice to be clear, crisp, mellow, smooth, sweet, and bright. You did a good job of being clear, but you need to improve on the rest.”

“Clear… crisp… Wait a minute, Mr. Jiang.” Kong Qianqian quickly shook Mu Yao and asked, “Sister Mu, Sister Mu, do you have a pen and paper to lend me?”

The veins on Mu Yao's forehead bulged after being shaken twice. She spat out two words from between her teeth, “No!” “I have it here. Here you go.” Jiang Beiran took out a pen and paper from his storage ring and handed it to Mu Yao.

“Thank you, Mr. Jiang.” After taking Jiang Beiran's pen and paper, Kong Qianqian wrote down the words “clear” and “crisp” seriously. Then, she began to run out of brain capacity.

Looking at Kong Qianqian's exhausted expression, Jiang Beiran couldn't help but remind her, “And then it's round, mellow, sweet, and bright.”

“Oh, oh thank you, sir.” After Kong Qianqian said that, she jotted down the four words.

“Okay, sing two more songs. I want to hear what your problem is.”

“Okay!”

At noon, the carriage suddenly stopped. Ah Niu, who was driving the carriage, lifted up his clothes and said, “This lady sings really well. I feel energized driving all the way here.”

Kong Qianqian, who was praised, smiled shyly. She quickly waved her hand and said, “I didn't sing that well. Thank you for your praise.”

At this moment, Jiang Beiran asked, “Why did Brother Niu suddenly stop the carriage?”.

“Oh, we are now at a small stream. The scenery looks pretty good. I wanted to ask if you guys want to make a fire and cook here?”

“That's fine too.” Jiang Beiran nodded. He looked at the other two and said, “Are you guys hungry?”

Kong Qianqian, who had been singing all morning, immediately replied, “Yes! I'm already hungry. Sister Mu, let's go down and eat.” Then, she pulled Mu Yao and walked out of the car.

After walking out of the car, Jiang Beiran took a deep breath and thought that the scenery here was indeed not bad. The stream reflected the golden sunlight, and it was really beautiful. As an otaku, Jiang Beiran realized that he actually liked to enjoy the nature scenery after coming to the Land of the Black Dragon.

In the past, Jiang Beiran always felt that the environment should be quite good in modern society with human governance. After all, the scenic areas were cleaned and managed by people.

However, after coming here, Jiang Beiran found that the place crowded with people was dirty and messy. The road was mostly yellow mud, and there were all kinds of dungs on the road. When the harvest was poor, corpses could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

However, the unpopulated places here were indeed beautiful. The sky was blue, and the clouds were white, even the forest was full of life.

While Jiang Beiran was admiring the flowing stream, Kong Qianqian had already taken out pots and pans from her storage ring and even built a stove.

After taking some water from the stream, Kong Qianqian shouted at Jiang Beiran, “Sir, what kind of dishes do you want to order? I brought a lot of delicious food.”

“This Qianqian is really well-groomed…”

Jiang Beiran, who understood more and more why Mu Yao would refuse throw Kong Qianqian out of the car. He smiled at her and said, “You guys can eat by yourselves. I'll prepare my own food.”

“Sir, don't stand on ceremony. I…”

“Qianqian!” At this moment, Mu Yao shouted, “Who asked you to invite him?”

“Oh…” After being scolded, Kong Qianqian had no choice but to choose the dishes first.

After enjoying the scenery, Jiang Beiran also chose a place to build a fire and took out pots and pans from his storage ring.

Kong Qianqian, who had been secretly observing Jiang Beiran, shouted, “Sir, do you also like to cook by yourself?” Jiang Beiran smiled and nodded at Kong Qianqian.

Mu Yao, who was sitting on a small stool, glanced at Jiang Beiran and thought to herself, “Hmph, show off! I'll show you how delicious Qianqian's cook is!”

Jiang Beiran placed the pork on the chopping board and was thinking about what side dishes to prepare today. Then, he suddenly heard Sturdy Bull, who was eating grass at the side, said, “The grass here is really tender. Not bad.”

When Jiang Beiran heard this, he could not help but smile. He took out a bulging cloth bag from his storage ring and walked over.

When Sturdy Bull saw Jiang Beiran suddenly walked towards it, it took a step back with a moo.

In Jiang Beiran's ears, this moo became, “If you come over again, I will kick you to death!”

He made a hand gesture to Sturdy Bull to calm him down. Jiang Beiran opened the cloth bag and let the taste inside spread out.

“What delicious food is this?!”

Sturdy Bull wagged its tail and looked at Jiang Beiran with some hesitation.

Jiang Beiran slowly walked to it and squatted down to pour out the contents of the cloth bag “Eat it.”

Sturdy Bull came forward and smelled it. It immediately wolfed it down.

Ah Niu, who was at the side, said in surprise, “Young master, what did you give him to eat? This bull is usually very picky. He doesn't eat anything other than tender grass. This is the first time I've seen him eat anything else.”

Jiang Beiran smiled and replied, “It's just some grains.”

Chapter end