[I will update the list in the early morning, and when the time comes, please remember to vote for night owl students, thank you.] 】

"Na, Zhang Ben, you said that at my level, this talent, I will definitely be Julia's material in the future. You say yes. ”

"Zhang Ben, after I think about it carefully, it is better to go to Tchaikovsky for further study in the future."

"You're so loud, your roar is louder than the school bell, and you swallowed a can of throat treasure in the morning."

"I'm going to the United States."

"Ah...... I'm leaving, I don't have anything to give you, I'll give you this. ”

"When we meet again in the future, we'll still be good friends, right?"

"Do you think you're jealous of the talent, come to a New Century version of the Titanic, and then I'll be the Jack without any flesh?"

……

Picking up the microphone, the scenery dissipated, as if returning to a year ago, when the weather had not yet cooled, and as soon as the sprinkler truck on the road passed, there would be a sultry smell of dust.

It's been a year.

Senior Sister Yitian held a roll of manuscript paper in her hand, hugged her arms, and looked at Zhang Ben on the stage with cold eyes.

The drumsticks in the drummer's hands struck twice, and the music began slowly.

As the keyboardist plays at a rapid pace, the music is like flowing water from a water pipe, in one go, indescribably coherent.

The bass and guitarists, as well as a second guitarist, plucked the strings.

This music is describing a scene of the end of the world, when people are full of despair, darkness is invading, and there will never be light, and there seems to be no end to it.

The evil of Justin Gottman lies in the fact that he is able to easily describe such a heavy picture scroll, and the despair of the last word, like the mythical judgment of the myth, makes people panic and ask the gods to forgive the indulgence of mankind.

The devil began to walk, and the spirits of the dead began to roam.

“i’llstandinthepathoftheenemyline……”

I'm going to face the enemy head-on, and there's no chance to dodge.

The meaning of the lyrics is simple, but the voice of the hand must be strong and low enough to make people despair, like the grief of the last samurai in an abyssal crypt, the eyes of the last warrior licking his wounds are calm, and in the darkness, his enemies rush at him again, but he is fearless.

for he has faith, the faith of the end.

“…… feelnofear,knowmypride……”

With faith in your heart, there is no fear, only pride.

At this moment, the thick voice seemed to be relieved at once, and the warrior met his enemies without fear, and these demons were bound to die by their own swords, paving the way of glory and pride.

At this time, the voice suddenly rose, although there was no skill in singing, but the explosive force, the fearlessness from despair to counterattack, was definitely the pride of the wildest warrior, and the positive strength and belief constantly inspired the heart from the song.

If Justin Gottman had been called a genius in his previous musical career, but had nothing to do with the word maestro, then the sung power of this overture to the dead immediately propelled him to the throne of the maestro. Of course, the most important thing is that he has tough guys like Bresta Karp to illustrate the power of his singing voice.

Bresta Karp is to Justin Gottman, but at this time, Sister Yitian has a strong feeling that Zhang Ben is her Bresta Karp.

His voice was too explosive.

The extreme darkness before dawn and not to mention how the thick sound was done, the feeling of making people's pores swell and explode in their minds at this time can already be called a magic sound.

There is no singing, no technique, the purest voice, the wild, rough, indomitable voice, this voice, it comes out with the soul, it is the voice of the self.

“…… fodi‘llendyourlife……”

For the sake of the gods, I will put an end to your life.

The warrior wielded his sword, destroyed the devil, defeated the powerful enemies of the last one by one, the light of the gods shone brightly, the power of the warrior brought hope, this passionate and generous power burst out with brilliant light, and everyone was infected with that courage.

The sword, the courage, the vigorous figure, the fury of chasing the demons, this is the darkest hour before the dawn, but everyone has the courage to fight back against the devil and resist the last word. After the grind, people began to fight back with courage, and they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

At this time, Zhang Ben's voice was completely roaring, the microphone was tightly squeezed in his hand, the loudspeakers, power amplifiers, and speakers were buzzing, and the glass windows around the auditorium were also trembling, as if tanks were driving by.

The people at close range immediately covered their ears, the taste of this magic sound filling the ears was indeed uncomfortable, but I have to admit that this was not noise, but a powerful roar, and the senior sister Yitian who was standing in front was already stunned there, how could Yitian, a perfectionist, not know what this meant, which means that the party she arranged will be flawless.

Isn't the tough guy power she is looking for right in front of her?

Staring at Zhang Ben, at this time, the blood vessels between his neck were distended, because of the almost sacrificial roar, Zhang Ben's face was red, the muscles in his neck were tense one by one, and the strong man gave this powerful voice a terrifying picture sense.

He's my Bresta Karp! He's my Bresta Karp!

Senior Sister Yitian shouted wildly in her heart, she was excited, her band was already famous, but it lacked a surname, and it sank in the reciprocating covers, but at this time, it seemed to give her a shot in the arm, and she was full of vitality.

Justin Gottman's wickedness lies in his ability to constantly mobilize people's emotions in his music, sometimes fearful, sometimes avoidant, sometimes excited, sometimes excited, sometimes high-pitched.

[Overture to the Dead] shows the picture scroll in front of people, that is, a powerful warrior in the most desperate moment of people, in the last days of the devil's rampant life, constantly fighting, for the faith in the heart, to kill the enemy, to bring people hope, to bring people upward strength.

It was as if a fire had been ignited in his heart, and in the entire auditorium, everyone's eyes widened in shock, and the boy who was screaming there with a microphone on the stage was in disbelief.

This sound is the roar of a tiger and a lion's roar. This sound is a typhoon, an explosion, a volcanic eruption.

It's too shocking, it's too destructive, it's too explosive.

Everyone felt that their pores had been stretched countless times in an instant, and their throats and hearts were hot, but the feeling conveyed to their minds was as happy as eating mints.

This may be the magic of Justin Gottman, but it is also the power of Zhang Ben's terrifying voice.

His roar hit everyone's hearts at once, and in their hearts, a time bomb was planted, until the drum beat disappeared, and then the people were blown up from the shock with a bang.

"Holy! It's awesome......"

"Magic sound! Absolute magic sound! ”

"The outer Chinese academy covers [Overture to the Dead], where did you find this cowman! It's like Bresta Karp in person! ”

"It's so cool, the pores are exploding."

"Damn, immortal......"

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