On the stage, the bad boys, who are both white and black, sweat, ravaging the guitar, roaring and singing, declare their youth as "bad boys".

Off the stage, regardless of whether it is white or black, or Gu Xiaobai's fans, they are already crazy, waving various flags and lanterns.

Whoever says it is, it's all about black and white.

In order to Fu Wenyao's support.

Looking at the domineering teenager on the stage, Zhao Xingsheng on the judges' seat was full of emotion.

He still remembers that not long ago in May, this teenager stood on the primary stage of the school song contest for the first time, and he couldn't even finish a song.

And now, the young man on the stage seems to be already a superstar.

This kind of typhoon, this kind of singing, this kind of arrangement, as long as he is willing, there will definitely be a place for him in the future Chinese music scene.

And what is he making such progress for?

A catfish burrowed into the fish pond and the whole pond became active.

If it weren't for Gu Xiaobai, would they have been able to grow up so quickly?

I'm afraid not.

And now, the performance of either white and black is already like this, what about 306?

Can they compare?

For the first time, Zhao Xingsheng began to worry that Gu Xiaobai would lose.

Will this kid lose?

But everyone loses, and there is no one in this world who never fails.

This is the fullest and most burning performance on the stage so far.

Either white or black has undergone a quantitative change, resulting in a qualitative change.

And this time, it was their butterfly change moment, and they found their own style.

From now on, they are either white and black, they are no longer "that metal band", they are truly unique and black and white!

And most of the people off the stage, they don't think about it that much.

They were impressed by the young people who played games, played bands, danced hip-hop, and played cool.

Then inadvertently, I thought of the moment when I was once rebellious.

Who hasn't had the second era of sand sculptures!

Although it is a sand sculpture, this is youth......

On the stage, Fu Wenyao roared over and over again: "We are the black without white!"

The audience also shouted desperately.

What about black!

We don't need to be white!

What about rebellion!

We don't need to be good babies!

We're the prettiest kids on the street!

The young ladies who walked around all bowed down to my suit pants!

At the end of the song, Fu Wenyao gasped on the stage.

This way of singing is too physically demanding, and you have to play the piano, sing, and dance.

But cool!

It's so cool!

This feeling of controlling the entire stage and all the audience cheering for you is so cool!

Starting today, it is not white or black, and there are also masterpieces!

The curtain call was several times in a row, and it was either white or black before stepping down.

The host came to the stage and said: "Everyone knows that my partner Lian Lin, as the host of the school song competition, has always been an avid fan of Xiaobai. ”

"When you were watching other people perform in front of the stage, she was still drooling when she peeked at Xiaobai in the back. ”

"She told me in person that the reason why she wanted to accept this host job was to have more time to watch Xiaobai'......"

"But I saw just now that Lian Lin actually drooled when he looked at Brother Yao...... It's true...... Oh, don't hit me!"

The two hosts symbolically chased each other on the stage for a moment, causing the audience to laugh.

"Really, after listening to the song just now, I'm already a fan of Brother Yao, Brother Yao, I'll support you! Let's have barbecue together another day!"

Fu Wenyao, who stepped down and returned to the front desk, turned around and made an OK gesture.

"Brother Yao'er's song about youth and youth is a rebellious teenager, a flamboyant youth ......"

"In the following song, we saw the props in the back, and we felt that this should be a completely different kind of youth ......"

"Let's enjoy the ...... "One Hundred Days" brought by the 306 Singing Group, which is both white and black!"

"One Hundred Days"? What's the name?

The lights dimmed again, and when they came back on a moment later, I saw several people from 306 appearing on the stage.

On the podium, more than a dozen desks were placed, and all kinds of reference materials, textbooks, and test papers were piled up on the desks......

306 Four people, wearing blue tracksuit-style school uniforms, sat behind several desks.

Some people are reading, some people are looking around, some people are secretly playing with their mobile phones, and some people are in a daze.

Wang Haixia suddenly stretched out in boredom, stood up, leaned on the desk, and looked into the distance.

A melodious whistle sounded.

Huh?

The melodious whistle blows out a lonely, sad, slow, melodious melody.

The judges listened for a moment and frowned.

Hey...... Natural minor?

Compared with the major scale, the minor scale is born with a certain gloomy and sad temperament, and then whistles it, a feeling of loneliness arises spontaneously.

Subsequently, Zhou Xianting also joined in, and his whistling style was sharper, stronger, and more hollow.

It's like an autumn wind blowing through the fallen leaves, and the last leaf is shivering.

It's like a wanderer looking back at his hometown, and the familiar countryside has disappeared into the distance.

The tuner added more reverberation to their whistles, flattening out the excitement of the whistles and making the sound more melodious.

But it's also more lonely.

In the corner, Zhao Mo suddenly pushed the books on the table to the ground, and then gently slapped the table.

"Smack...... Knock knock ......"

"Smack...... Knock knock ......"

Simple beats, simple melodies, simple whistles.

This is...... Ballads?

Folk songs, in fact, are originally equivalent to folk songs, which are music that is sung by mouth.

However, after the folk songs in China were praised by the previous generation of literary and art workers, the foundation for the real development of folk songs into folk songs was broken, and the veins of their development were cut off, so that their development went in another direction.

Now, domestic folk songs have basically developed from the campus folk songs on Treasure Island, and then they have become Chinese folk songs that are not sung in the south, girls, poverty, and sadness.

As a result, folk songs and folk songs have become completely opposed in China and have become two different themes.

Compared to the non-white and black rap metal just now, these are definitely two extremes.

The white-and-black "Bad Boy" is rebellious, dry, cool, and rock!

And now, just a melody is already so sad that people can't help themselves, and it seems that all of a sudden, everyone is gone, and only one is left.

"This ...... It's the loneliest melody I've heard this year......" I don't know who, whispered.

It's like being in a sea of people, suddenly stopping and looking around.

There is a familiar whistle that sounded from no corner but could not find a place to come from.

It is precisely because of the surging crowd and the familiar melody that I feel lonely.

On the stage, Gu Xiaobai was lying on the desk, looking ahead from behind the two thick stacks of test questions, and spoke.

Slow, soothing mid-bass sounds:

"If I finish writing a hundred papers

Will you ever look back at me

One Hundred Days...... One Hundred Days......

One Hundred Days...... One Hundred Days......

The last 100 days before separation......

If I'm done wiping a hundred blackboards

Will you look up at me

One Hundred Days...... One Hundred Days......

One Hundred Days...... One Hundred Days......

The last 100 days before separation......"

The slow, low, melancholy voice, with the whistle, gently repeated the words of a hundred days, like pouring a cup of bitter wine called loneliness into the mouth, tasting it over and over again.

Not spicy, only sour.