When Meng Ke gave Zeng Haiyuan a face, Zeng Haiyuan's corner of his eye also caught a glimpse of him, in Meng Ke's eyes, Zeng Haiyuan was not a good person to get along with, and the label was that he liked to pick up thorns.

In Zeng Haiyuan's eyes, Meng Ke, who was wearing a mask, was also a wonder, raised his eyebrows, and secretly wrote four words under Meng Ke's name: "Grandstanding." ”

Contestant No. 201 walked off the stage sweating profusely, glanced at Meng Ke, was stunned for a moment, and nodded subconsciously, but he probably thought in his heart: "What the hell?

"What do you see?"

"Haven't seen a handsome guy?"

"You're singing so badly!"

After silently complaining, Meng Ke straightened his chest and walked on the stage easily, his eyes wandered around the five judges, and finally showed a friendly but respectful smile.

Of course.

The smile was felt by Meng Ke himself.

Wearing a mask, he is an expressionless monster in the eyes of others.

In fact, many people have already begun to pay attention to Meng Ke silently, it is impossible not to pay attention to it, that scary-looking mask, plus the cat in the corner, don't do anything, just knock on the notebook with their heads down, what's even more terrifying is that after knocking for a few hours, they suddenly started chatting with the little Lori behind them, what kind of rhythm is this.

It's weird anyway.

With this attention, everyone's eyes have long been locked on Meng Ke, just waiting to see what is going on under this mask.

It's just good to sing.

If the ghost cries wolf, he must be beaten when he steps down.

It's not your fault that you're ugly, but it's your fault to be embarrassed when you go out with a mask.

"Please start your show. ”

Zeng Haiyuan, who was sitting in the middle of the judges' seat, reminded faintly that the tip of the pen in his hand was ready to draw a cross in a minute.

He didn't like the mask.

Meng Ke didn't speak, and after a while, Zeng Haiyuan said again: "Young man, please start your performance." ”

Finally.

Meng Ke, who couldn't see his expression all the time, spoke: "Judge, teacher, don't you have a topic?"

To tell the truth, no matter whether the contestants below the stage believe it or not, Meng Ke really didn't make any preparations, he didn't think about what song to sing, he really didn't think about it, he had never experienced this kind of thing from his previous life to the present.

Since it's a competition.

There must always be a question, you make the question, I answer, you score, shouldn't this be the routine?

"Ahem. ”

The judge next to Zeng Haiyuan coughed softly when asked by Meng Ke to hide his laughter that he was about to hold back: "Classmate, there is no need for a question in the audition of the division, you just need to sing the self-selected song you have prepared, you can sing anything, we just listen to your voice." ”

After all, it's the old rivers and lakes of the TV station.

Immediate rescue.

But Meng Ke was very embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I'm a singer-songwriter, you better give a topic." ”

There are too many songs on the phone, and Meng Ke doesn't know what to sing for a while, since he is on the stage, since he wants to win the championship, he can't sing indiscriminately, he has to show his level.

In a nutshell.

The crossing boss must have the style of the crossing boss, the forced style must be high, and the grade must go up, we are here for the draft, but we are not a draft singer, and we are not uncommon to use clichés.

"You come up with the question, you come up with the question on the spot, I create it on the spot, and improvise it. Meng Ke said unhurriedly.

Rumble......

A simple sentence exploded in minutes.

"It's too arrogant. ”

"Is this kid crazy?"

"Singer-songwriters aren't such a songwriter. ”

"On-site creation, improvisation, saliva songs are not said to be made with a sip of water, limericks. ”

"It's over, this person is going to be finished, I can already see Teacher Zeng's anger. ”

"This is the show next door sent to smash the scene. ”

"Wait and see, wait and see, in case it's a great god. ”

"The great god wears a mask?"

"Faceless is a ghost, the mask has been worn for a long time, and you think you can do anything?"

"Look at it, Teacher Zeng is going to scold......"

Zeng Haiyuan really wanted to speak, but now was not the time to scold, because although Meng Ke was grandstanding, he didn't do anything out of line. The singer-songwriter makes it difficult for himself, wants to create on the spot, improvise, yes, he satisfies Meng Ke.

"Ahem. Clearing his throat, Zeng Haiyuan picked up the microphone, "What's your name?"

"The years can go back. Meng Ke pointed to his number plate, and there was a line of small words below the sign, "This is my stage name." ”

+1 for sensationalism.

Zeng Haiyuan snorted coldly: "You should know that this "Trend Music Competition" is a very serious event, so, I hope you are responsible for your words and deeds, I can give you a chance to reorganize the language, you can sing a song casually, or you can continue to choose live creation." ”

After a pause, Zeng Haiyuan pointed behind him: "The audition will also be videotaped, and you can see it on the Internet later, if you don't want to have too much impact on your future life, I hope you think it carefully." ”

Meng Ke stared at the camera lens behind Zeng Haiyuan, suddenly realized a problem, and hurriedly asked: "Judge, I want to confirm with you here that the copyright of the songs created in our program should still be mine, right?"

This needs to be asked.

The classic repertoire is a cross-world divine comedy, and it can't really be a million for a cheap talent show, the gains outweigh the losses.

Zeng Haiyuan laughed at Meng Ke's words.

Sensationalism +1 again.

Holding the microphone, Zeng Haiyuan solemnly emphasized: "You can rest assured, in front of the national audience, on behalf of the program team, I guarantee that every singer-songwriter, including covers that rearrange other songs, is protected by copyright, no one can snatch your work, no one can, this is the bottom line of artistic creation, please rest assured." ”

"That's good. ”

Meng Ke straightened his face: "Then I choose improvisation, you can solve the problem." ”

It's so easy to choose your direction.

The whole stage was directly set on fire.

Actually, if you have to let Meng Ke sing the songs of this world, it's not that he doesn't sing them, but the main thing is that he can't sing them if he wants to, and he won't be embarrassed.

Bang Bang Bang ...... The applause rang out, and it was even mixed with bursts of whistles, this applause was not to believe that Meng Ke could create a good work, but purely for coaxing. Of course, there are also very few people who are genuinely applauding, just like Lin Jingjing, whose red little face is blooming.

"It turns out that brother is not a hooligan, he is a genius, he must be a genius, live creation, oh my God, handsome to death!" Lin Jing covered his little heart vigorously, let out a long breath, feeling that he was going to be burned to death by himself, as for why he blushed and was hot, anyway, she didn't know the reason.

Just applauded, from the bottom of her heart I wanted to applaud, she wanted to support this brother who helped her, she believed in him, and he would definitely be able to sing ...... It's so confident! It's so unprincipled! There's a feeling of chasing stars!