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The countdown to the recording of "The Masked Singer" has begun.

Three days to go.

There are only three days left.

……

Home.

This morning.

Zhang Ye felt a little uncomfortable after getting up, his head was a little swollen, mainly because he had a cough in his throat, but he didn't take it seriously, maybe it was too much pressure these days, or he had been practicing for too long, so he had a little cold, and he estimated that he would be fine by taking some medicine.

The old mother, who was cooking, suddenly said, "Son." ”

Zhang Ye said: "Ah. ”

Mom smiled: "I discussed with your father yesterday, and we are going to go to Hainan for a while, traveling, and we haven't gone out much for so many years." ”

Dad didn't really want to go out, "Really going?"

"Didn't you say yes?" said Mom.

Zhang Yele said: "Go, it's good to have fun." ”

Mom snorted and glanced at him, "Do you want to be reimbursed?"

Zhang Ye said: "Give, must give!"

Mom said, "That's okay, then we booked tickets?"

Zhang Ye said: "Book it, you and my dad have fun, and I will report all the expenses." ”

"Are you going with the family alone?" Dad was not very reassured.

The old mother pouted and said, "How old are your sons, do you have to worry about them?"

Zhang Ye smiled: "You two don't care about me, I'll eat out when I'm hungry, I won't die of hunger." ”

My mother said, "We'll be back in a few days, you should hurry up and find a job." ”

"Well, got it. Zhang Ye said.

Mom is that kind of temper. said that you have to do it now, and part of Zhang Ye's personality is also with his mother, and he booked a hotel on the same day. After booking the air ticket, my parents packed their luggage and simply packed their bags, and went to the capital airport to catch a plane that afternoon.

At night.

Zhang Ye cooked a bag of instant noodles to eat, then took some cold medicine and went to bed early.

Next.

When he got up from the bed again, Zhang Ye almost fell there. His head was a little dizzy, and his feet were a little weak, and he realized that his cold was even more serious. And I had a fever!

Depend on!

No way?

You dropped the chain for me at the critical moment?

Zhang Ye couldn't cry or laugh, there was a rehearsal on Beijing Satellite TV today, and he had to communicate with the band teacher about the songs and arrangements. However, Zhang Ye estimated that he would not be able to go to this state. So he took the "clown" phone number to his contact Han Qi and asked for leave.

Han Qi was also nervous, "Teacher, are you okay?"

"It's fine. ”

"I'll record the show tomorrow, this ......"

"Catch up. ”

"You're a starter, it's too late to make a substitution. ”

"I know. ”

"I'm going to see you, where do you live?"

"No, I don't. ”

"Well, then you can take care of yourself. It's the same tomorrow about the song. ”

"Hmm. ”

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Ye hurriedly forced himself to get up. I found a bunch of medicines from the boxes and cabinets, colds, and fevers, and I took them in one handful and continued to lie down and sleep. I also hope that my cold will get better as soon as possible, otherwise it will affect tomorrow's game, and it will be stupid.

There are too many excellent singers on the stage of "The Masked Singer", although Zhang Ye doesn't know their names, but when he looks at that aura and listens to their voices, he knows that every one of them is a strong opponent, not to mention that Zhang Ye sings in a state of cold, he is in the best state of usual times, and he may not be able to win, he can't guarantee that he will not be eliminated in the first round, so he is also very anxious!

Hurry up and give it to me!

If you lose the first round and are forced to unmask, how will you play after that?

But it backfires, and sometimes the more you think about it, the worse it becomes!

……

Friday.

On the day of the recording.

The interval between the recording and broadcast of this world TV show is much shorter than that of Zhang Ye's world, because of the live audience during the recording, many news, wins and losses will be revealed in advance, and it is impossible to hide it, so considering that if the time is stretched too long, it will also have an impact on the effect of the program when it is broadcast, so "The Masked Singer" The column team compressed this time again, recorded on Friday, and broadcast at 8 o'clock on Saturday night, only one day apart, enough is enough, but they don't allow any accidents to happen, and everyone is also very careful and focused, because once there are recording problems and accidents, it will not be able to catch up with the broadcast the next day, then there will be a big problem!

It's past five o'clock in the morning.

It's not dawn yet.

The people in the "Masked Singer" column group of Beijing Satellite TV have already arrived.

The recording site, the whole venue has been renovated, it is very shocking at a glance, the stage, lighting, venue, sound equipment, are the best in the industry, and the column group that won a title fee of half a billion yuan has also made a bloody investment, and they simply throw money into it regardless of the cost, they are either loud or not, a blockbuster! The leaders of Beijing TV are also very cooperative, this is the most important program they have created this year on Beijing Satellite TV, there is no one, the hard work of the station, the hard work of the column group, all of them are pressed on this program!

"Brother Hu, Teacher Sunset Red is here!"

"So early?"

"She wasn't very satisfied with the rehearsal yesterday, and changed some things in the arrangement, and wanted to come over and join the band again, and she was already in the second rehearsal room!"

"Okay, the official recording at one o'clock in the afternoon, hurry up and prepare!"

"Yes!"

"Understood!"

"Hey, where is Teacher Zhang Ye?"

"Didn't you come?"

"Here, I just went downstairs and saw him get out of the car and come in. ”

"I didn't see it. ”

"I didn't see it either, are you wrong?"

"BMW X5, it's Mr. Zhang's car. ”

"Leave Teacher Zhang alone, the biggest variable now is the clown teacher's side, where is Han Qi! Xiao Han! Is the clown teacher here?"

"It's already here, Xiao Han is going to pick him up!"

"Is he cured?"

"I don't know. ”

"Let's go, let's take a look, in case the clown can't make a film. Now at this time, there is no way to find someone else!"

Background.

Outside the rehearsal room.

The clown came with a mask again, and no one saw how he got in. When Han Qi received him, the clown had already changed his clothes, and the mask covered his face tightly!

Han Qi was pleasantly surprised: "Clown teacher, are you okay?"

The clown was silent for a moment and said, "It's still ...... Good. ”

With this opening, the hoarse and even somewhat intermittent voice was exposed at once!

Han Qi was stunned, "You ......"

Not much. The door to the rehearsal room opened.

Sunset Red walked out of it, and when he saw the clown mask at the door, he was also stunned. There was a smile in her eyes under the mask, she had heard several fragments of the workers' songs sung by the clown, and seemed to be very curious about his identity, and she didn't know what strange songs this bel canto "fifty-year-old old driver" would sing this time. Then he inquired about the enemy and said, "Mr. Clown." What song did you choose?" deliberately changed her voice, and she didn't want to expose herself.

As a result, as soon as the clown spoke, she was also stunned.

The clown said dryly: "No...... Think...... Good. ”

Sunset Red: "Your voice ......"

The clown spreads his hands, "heavy ...... Feel...... Risk. ”

Sunset Hong immediately said: "Don't talk anymore, you can say less if you can, go to the hospital?

Han Qi was so anxious that he stomped his feet. "This, what can I do!"

Suddenly. Hu Fei, Hou Ge Xiao Lu and others also rushed over, and when they heard the clown's current voice status, everyone's faces changed slightly and they were silent.

Da Fei gritted his teeth and said, "Change people, Brother Hu!"

Hu Fei said: "How to change? It's too late now!"

Xiao Lu sighed: "This is bad!"

"It's going to be recorded in the afternoon!" Brother Hou also turned around.

However, the clown looked at them and smiled, he was obviously sick like this, but his mentality seemed to be better than all of them, "I didn't ...... thing, sang. ”

Han Qi hurriedly said: "How can you sing!"

The clown didn't listen, and went directly into the rehearsal room, "rehearsal...... Sing, cough, cough, cough!"

When he walked in, everyone looked at him and found that the clown's footsteps were all vain and a little shaky!

When the people of the Miracle Wheels saw him, they also chuckled in their hearts.

Music director Bai Yuanfei immediately came up, "Okay?"

The clown grinned, "Okay." ”

Bai Yuanfei nodded, "Then, try it first." ”

The drummer of the miracle wheel said: "How can you sing like this?

The guitarist sighed: "The clown sings bel canto, this voice can't be ...... at all"

"Pop sound...... Music, rock, I ...... Singing. The clown spoke.

The guitarist said, "You can't do this!"

The clown's tone was firm, "No...... It has to be done!"

Lose?

Eliminate?

Zhang Ye is not afraid, if he loses, he will lose, he is not a person who can't afford to lose, what he can't accept is that he doesn't even have the courage to go on the stage, he has debuted for so many years, what wind and waves have not been seen? What swords, mountains and seas of fire have not been broken? He can lose, but even if he loses, he has to stand and lose on the stage!

This is Zhang Ye!

There is a wolf nature in his bones!

In his dictionary, there is no word "back" at all!

Thinking of this, Zhang Ye suddenly knew what song he was going to sing today, and the melody and lyrics of a song came out involuntarily!

He's going to tell the audience.

Who is he!

Where did he come from!

Where is he going again!

Zhang Ye picked up the pen and paper and immediately began to write the score.

Music director Bai Yuanfei and the teachers of the band looked incredible.

Bai Yuanfei inhaled and said, "You, you still want to sing original?"

Zhang Ye nodded.

The bass player slapped his forehead, he was really convinced, "You're in this physical state, you still want to sing originally? It's too difficult, can't we make a simpler one?"

The guitarist also disagreed, "And the audience doesn't necessarily buy it, a song they haven't heard, how much acceptance can they have when they listen to it for the first time?

Zhang Ye looked at them firmly, and handed over the score, "My ...... Song 1...... The song must be ...... This one!" (To be continued.) )