Shen Jiayi laughed along with him.
Sometimes she felt that Ke Jingteng always had a mysterious confidence about him.
That confidence was very captivating.
But sometimes it was also hilarious;
just like now.
He was clearly tone-deaf, yet he dared to sing loudly in public, and even dared to show off his swordsmanship before Ding Ling, Guan Gong himself! He was practically a perfect Joker!
What was even funnier was that he himself did not feel anything was wrong. How could that not make Shen Jiayi laugh?
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Ke Jingteng refused to accept it. I clearly sang very well!
You really think so?
Xie Minghe was dumbfounded.
"Of course!"
"Wait a moment. I'll find a recorder, record your voice, and then let you listen carefully to what kind of musical car crash you created!"
Xie Minghe really did go look for one.
After all, this was Ding Ling's workplace, and there was no shortage of music-related equipment.
Once he found one, he gestured for Ke Jingteng to start singing.
Ke Jingteng looked uncertainly at Hu Jiawei, Shen Jiayi, and the others. "Did I really sing that badly?"
Everyone nodded.
Ke Jingteng's face fell. He waved his hand. "Forget it. Don't record it."
He decided to find a recording device and try it himself after he went home.
As for singing another song in front of Ding Ling? Better not.
After all, if he had really sung well, a good girl like Shen Jiayi definitely would not have denied it.
But Shen Jiayi did not approve, which meant the result had truly been bad. He just had no idea how terrible it was.
However, he had heard people mention something before: many times, people were unable to accurately distinguish whether their own singing sounded good or not.