The people in the band were encouraged by Qin Yang, and their fighting spirits were high.

"I think we can,"

"Yes, we've been forming a band for some years, and in order to do music, we don't have classes, and I think we can,"

Liu Qianqian said: "Come on,"

Qin Yang nodded, snapped his fingers, and said, "Okay, since we both think it's okay, let's do it, I'll sing, you cooperate,"

Well.

The people of the band, come as they say.

Qin Yang began to chant and sing lightly.

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and broke the ...... of the world," as soon as Qin Yang opened his voice, he startled several members of the band, and Huang Mao even applauded.

Qin Yang stopped singing and scolded with a smile: "Hey, what are you doing, you're not watching a concert, okay?"

Huang Mao smiled: "Hehe, forget, forget, I'm sorry,"

"Teacher Qin, you sing so well,"

"No matter how good the music is, I need your band to help me, otherwise, I won't be a bachelor," Qin Yang smiled and waved his hand to signal the singing to continue.

Qin Yang's singing voice returned to the place south of the rainy river.

Fluttering whispers, hazy smoke, Jiangnan's muttering soft words, wrapped in everyone's hearts, faintly.

Liu Qianqian's lead guitar began to exert force, and she slowly played along with Qin Yang's singing.

The rest of the band also integrated into the mood of Qin Yang's song, and they performed this song perfectly.

"That's cool, that's fucking music," Teemo improvised a drum solo as soon as the song ended.

The bald head nodded strongly: "Brother Yang, you sing so well, I feel that my level has been taken up a level by you,"

"Teacher Qin, thank you, I feel that the great era of our band is coming," Liu Qianqian was a little happy.

As the leader of the band, for so many years, she has not brought a good future to the band, Liu Qianqian blames herself, but now, a beautiful future is within reach, and this is an opportunity they have never seen.

Qin Yang slapped his face: "Come, smoke, smoke, everyone will take a break, just rehearse together later,"

"Don't you need to practice a few more times," Huang Mao was very nervous, he was very concerned about this opportunity, hoping to grasp it a little more.

Isn't there a saying that grinding guns in battle is not fast and light.

Qin Yang waved his hand: "Don't practice, this is playing music, playing is a casual and free, at the meeting, maybe we will be in a better state,"

"Oops," Liu Qianqian patted her thigh: "Brother Yang, what you said is so wonderful, I also feel this way, I have practiced a lot, but I have numbed people, and finally become a machine, less aura, more mediocrity, how did you think of it,"

Qin Yang touched his nose, he was actually a layman in music, but he had experienced a lot of things, so he naturally understood some profound things.

The so-called life is to paint and write poetry, and strong people in life often have a unique ability to appreciate art.

"Haha, how do I know, you guys don't care, later, we're going to have to slap those bastards' faces,"

"Hmm," said the members of the band, with an extremely high fighting intent on their faces.

……

"Brother Yang, Mr. Ban always asked you and your band to go to rehearsal,"

"Got it,"

Qin Yang nodded.

In the entire studio, the rest of the singers used another well-known band arranged by the program team, while Qin Yang used his own band.

"Wow, that guitarist, isn't it the fifth, my favorite guitarist, my idol,"

"Ah, that bass player, Lao Qin, my favorite,"

Yellowfur and Teemo shouted.

Qin Yang turned his head and said to the two: "Relax, let's go to perform in front of them, not worship in the past,"

"Hmm,"

The yellow-haired ones shrunk their necks and did not continue to speak.

"Rehearsals are now officially underway," Banxia shouted into the horn.

The singers on the stage performed intensively.

And most of the rest of the idle singers are talking about Qin Yang and his band.

"That guy, Nishizu one, the band is all his own,"

"Cut, those bands, I know, the famous underground bands,"

"How's the level?"

"No," a well-known student of The Voice glanced at Liu Qianqian with contempt.

Liu Qianqian was about to get angry.

Qin Yang pressed his shoulder: "Don't move, wait a while, use the facts, slap their faces,"

"Yes, I agree with what Brother Yang said, let's step on them hard in music,"

Qin Yang nodded.

"Cut, that second ancestor, can't hang well, in fact, he is also a third-rate singer,"

"A third-rate singer with a non-mainstream band is a perfect match, what do you think?"

Qin Yang didn't pay attention to these voices at all, he closed his eyes and gathered his strength.

"The singer rehearsed below, Qin Yang, his band, is his own band, and now Qin Yang and Qin Yang's band are in place,"

"Let's go," Qin Yang snapped his fingers.

Timo was a little afraid to go: "I'm nervous, I'm afraid,"

"What are you nervous about, unless you always want you to be the way you are, to succeed, and not accept some provocations, can you do it," Qin Yang glared at Timo.

"But they all said I couldn't," said Teemo, still a little cowardly.

Qin Yang smiled and didn't say a word.

He has always been said no, but he relies on his talent and persistence to make so many people say yes.

Whenever someone said no to him, he just smiled faintly, without fear or discouragement.

Just like that, Timo looked at Qin Yang, and gradually, he no longer had any fear, and said resolutely, "I'll go,"

"That's right," Qin Yang snapped his fingers: "Up,"

Liu Qianqian looked at Qin Yang behind her back, she knew why her band didn't succeed.

Sometimes, the role of a leader is too powerful, she is not a good leader, and Qin Yang, he is a natural leader.

Teemo sat on the drum kit, Yellow Fur picked up the bass, and they stood in their positions, their eyes full of war.

Liu Qianqian stood beside Qin Yang, holding a fierce Gibson guitar, looking like a beauty and a beast.

Bald Qiang elegantly held a violin on his head and began the first note of the song.

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world,"

Qin Yang opened his voice.

This time, his voice was even better and more ethereal than it had been during the rehearsal just now, like a bard who had traveled from ancient times to modern times.

It tells a cool and indifferent emotion.

The band's music is also very powerful, and the rhythm is properly suppressed.

The singers in the audience let out exclamations one after another.

This is the "Second Ancestor" they said in their mouths, "This singing voice is professional."

Qin Yang continued to sing: "The dream is cold, and there are a few love debts for a lifetime

Such as you default to life and death, etc

Waiting for the rings of the year

Whose soul has been broken by the broken Floating Pagoda in several layers,"

Sing it, the sound is more ethereal, like catkins, gently falling on everyone's body, everyone cares about the beauty of the picture, and can't bear to shoot the feeling of falling.

"It's great, it's great," Banxia was very excited: "This is the voice I want, this is the voice of Huaxia, the voice of Huaxia, what I need is such a voice,"

She was excited, but the rest of the students were desperate.

They even remembered the famous trash talk of the NBA Larry Bird: "You guys, are you here to fight for second place?"

The students present all felt that this person could blow themselves up.

Qin Yang's voice continued.

When Qin Yang sang a high note.

Suddenly, Liu Qianqian made a mistake.

She actually plucked a higher note.

"Playing it, ruining a good song," Banxia's ears were extremely sensitive, and she understood that Liu Qianqian had made a mistake.

The rest of the singers also lamented.

"Alas, it's a classic, but it's a pity that the guitar made a mistake,"

"In the end, it's an ordinary band, the front plays well, but the back, it's a little less interesting,"

"Unstable performance, is it a common problem for newcomers?"

The rest of the band all had a sense of frustration.

However, Qin Yang let things turn around.

In his voice, there was also an impossible high note, beautiful, clear, and did not break the artistic conception of the song.

"Wow, that's amazing,"

"It's so capable,"

"Oh my God, a stroke of genius,"

The singers applauded.

But Qin Yang and Liu Qianqian's amazement is not over.

Liu Qianqian may have had a heart-to-heart with Qin Yang at this moment, and she flicked her fingers and plucked out a four-in-a-row treble.

And Qin Yang, with a tacit understanding of the tone, slowly lowered the tone with an extremely complaining voice, and deduced this four-tone treble.

Everyone present had a feeling of well-being.

"That's good,"

"Oh my God, that's a dick,"

"This band has one hand, and that singer has one hand, bunker,"

All of them already identified with Qin Yang and his band.

Banxia was so excited that she couldn't help herself: "Oh my God, what did I hear, an elegant complaint,"

The deputy director who was in charge of listening to the song next to him nodded: "Luan Feng and Ming, this kind of scene should be the musician's extraordinary performance in the artist's artistic conception, it's great,"

"Do you feel like an ancient poem in China?"

"What," the deputy director looked at Banxia.

Banxia looked at Qin Yang and said: "The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, the small strings are cut like a whisper, the noisy and the wrong talk, the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate,"

"Well, if you complain, if you cry, if you cry, this person, I feel that there is no problem with the top four," the deputy director pointed to Qin Yang and said.

Banxia showed a smile: "Is it just the top four, I'm afraid of the championship, it's already locked in advance,"

"If the champion decides the ownership so quickly, is it still interesting," the deputy director is not unwilling to admit Qin Yang's level, but he is unwilling to admit that this year's competition is so boring.

Banxia shook his head, "No, no, I think the surprised expression that appeared when the audience felt Qin Yang's strength, I was so excited when I thought about it,"

A song is over.

Liu Qianqian was paralyzed and sat on the ground, and the rest of the band also hurriedly ran to the sidelines and poured mineral water on themselves.

It was the first time they had played so well in such a tense scene, and at the same time, they had consumed a lot of physical strength.

"Good, good," Banxia clapped.

The whole audience looked at Qin Yang in a daze, and at the same time, they made a unified move, applauding,