Warm standing outside the practice room, immersed in the singing in the practice room.

At the end of a song, warmth couldn\'t help but want to clap.

Good cooperation. The man\'s singing is really amazing.

"Dad, how\'s it going?"

"Make peace."

"Just making peace? Dad, your requirements are too high."

“.......”

The man inside called the professor dad?

Warm blinked and recalled the professor\'s information.

Dewey divorced and had two sons with his ex-wife. The eldest son settled with him in China and the youngest son went abroad with his ex-wife.

She had seen her eldest son, and her voice was not like this.

So, the man inside is the professor\'s youngest son?

Warm gently unscrew the door of the practice room and look inside.

In front of the piano stood a tall man.

Wearing casual clothes, although only a side face, you can obviously feel the noble spirit emanating from the whole body.

"Well, Professor, have you been disturbed?"

Warm knocked on the door and walked in with a smile.

"Xiao Nuan is here? Is he here to report the good news to me?"

Dewey looked at the warmth and laughed.

"Professor, did you guess I was in the semi-finals?"

"Of course. You\'re my apprentice. If you can\'t even pass the audition, don\'t open my music studio."

Dewey waved to warm, "come here, let me introduce you. This is my youngest son dusqing, who has also advanced to the semi-finals. Xiao Si, this is my close disciple warm."

Sure enough, he is the professor\'s youngest son.

And he went to the singing competition, too?

Warm looked at Du Siqing, generously extended his hand and shook hands with him.

"Hello, warm."

"Dusqing."

Du Siqing shook it back. On his beautiful face, a pair of beautiful peach blossoms filled with stars. "I didn\'t expect that I would compete with my younger martial sister on the same stage. Maybe in the final, I can have the honor to compete with you for the championship and runner up."

"Ha ha, if you compete with your younger martial sister for the first and second place, you will be defeated miserably."

Dewey smiled and joked.

"Professor, you flatter me. I heard elder martial brother Du singing outside just now. My strength is definitely above me."

He gave Dewey a warm and coquettish look, and the words were not compliments.

"Younger martial sister, can you sing a song and let me have a good time?"

Dusqing\'s peach blossom eyes glittered with a shallow halo, full of interest.

"Yes, Xiao Nuan, sing a song you\'re good at and convince the boy."

Dewey sat at the piano without saying a word, ready to play a warm accompaniment.

With a warm smile, he nodded at DUS, gave a song title, and sang with Dewey\'s piano.

Du Siqing looked at the warm and beautiful side face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly aroused.

At the end of the song, Du Siqing clapped in appreciation, "the voice is very unique. I rarely hear such a lasting melody."

"Yes, xiaonuan\'s voice has been poisoned and dumb before. You should learn from others. Don\'t be careless and don\'t make progress."

Dewey glared at dusqing, with a look of hatred that iron is not steel.

"Well, Dad, can you save your son some face in front of beautiful women?"

Dusqing coughed and looked at Dewey begging for mercy.

"Face is not left by others, but by yourself."

"Yes, I\'ll listen to you, right? I\'ll learn how to do things with younger martial sister in the future."

"Well, you should really listen to it. Don\'t talk about it. You don\'t think so."

"I don\'t have it! Dad, you treat your son so badly."

“......”

Looking at the father and son, you come and go. You warm your lips and flash a trace of envy in your eyes.

If her father was still alive, she would act like dusqing and sell cute in front of him.