June 5 is the day of the preliminary round of the Qiantang Division of the Youth Song Competition.

The hour hand pointed to eight o'clock, and An Yi appeared at the door of the meeting hall with a guitar on his back. After signing in under the instructions of the staff, and receiving the selection number by the way, he stepped aside and looked at the other contestants.

An Yi originally thought that even if there were no more than 1,000 contestants participating in the Youth Song Competition, there would always be hundreds of people, after all, the Youth Song Contest was a first-class event of the Chinese Singing Competition. But the scene in front of him made him feel a little strange, the assembly hall of Nuoda was full and the total number of people was no more than a hundred. How did he know that it was precisely because the Youth Song Contest was a first-class event that the number of participants was small.

The Youth Song Contest has been held for many years, and many contestants know that they must have super strength to participate in the Youth Song Competition, and many singers who wanted to become popular overnight have already broken off this idea.

At 8:20, the staff asked everyone to get ready, and the game was about to start.

The first stage of the Youth Song Contest is in the form of 'music library drawing'.

Five contestants enter the studio in each round, and after drawing songs from the library, they have three minutes to prepare. Three minutes later, the first contestant began to sing along with the accompaniment tape. All five contestants finished the competition, and the jury scored according to timbre and sound quality, singing skills and stage performance.

After the seven judges scored, the highest score among the five contestants will advance to the top 20, and the other four will all be eliminated.

"Player 1, Player 11, Player 21, Player 31, Player 41, please come with me to the studio." The staff said with a blank face.

The five contestants who were named were a little flustered and followed the staff and walked briskly towards the hall.

After the five contestants left, the assembly hall began to whisper again.

A yellow hair standing in front of An Yi couldn't help it when he saw An Yi's pretending and forcing appearance. "Dude, we're here to compete and sing, not to show off your wealth, do you think you're dragging a guitar on your back?"

The people around heard Huang Mao's sarcasm and sneered. A few kinder girls all looked at comfort pitifully.

An Yi glanced at the others, and sure enough, they didn't memorize musical instruments, it seems that they all know that the first scene of the Tao is the music library to draw songs. "Oh, I thought there would be my own tracks, so I prepared them. However, this guitar was thrown on the ground by someone else, so it shouldn't be too expensive, right? An Yizhi said that this guitar feels very good and the sound quality is also very good, but he has never seen this kind of brand.

"It's not expensive...... This is a cherry blossom guitar, and the cheapest one is 100,000 yuan, but you say it's not expensive? The yellow-haired man was so jealous that he didn't know what to say.

"This is what I borrowed, and it's not mine, how do I know the price of it." An Yi also secretly said to himself, how rich is Ceramic, he actually threw a guitar worth 100,000 yuan on the ground.

Thirty minutes later, the top five players were back. Except for one player who made the cut, the other four players all drooped their heads, and a fashionably dressed girl couldn't help but cry.

An Yi shook his head, the reality is so cruel, crying at this time, others will not sympathize with you, but will dislike you. Because your weeping has disturbed the minds of others. Only when others are also eliminated, can he experience that taste.

Five more groups were called away, and the rest began to talk again. It's just a little different from before, and some people are already nervous at this time.

Huang Mao looked at Anyi, and the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt.

"Hey, buddy, what level are you now?" As a signed singer, he was very nervous, but the other party looked indifferent, he instinctively thought that he was comfortable and pretending to be forced.

The level that Huang Mao said is the level of singers on this planet.

Amateurs are divided into three levels: out of tune, out of tune and catchy in tune.

Professional players are divided into music rookies, shining rookies, popular idols, superstars, kings and queens, and music legends.

At present, ceramics belong to the diva level, and in the whole of China, there are no more than ten singers at the level of kings and queens, and there are three or five legends in the music world, but they have all retired.

"I haven't signed a contract yet, but I really don't know what level it is." An Yi thinks that if he is at least at the level of a popular idol according to his own strength, he may be close to a superstar, but the gap is not big.

"Haven't signed a contract yet?" Huang Mao said loudly, "Ha Luha, brothers and sisters, there is another amateur player who signed up for the Youth Song Competition, and there is a good show to watch now." ”

As soon as Huang Mao's words came out, many people looked at An Yi with a little joking.

The last amateur player whimsically wanted to show his singing voice in the Youth Song Competition, but he was eliminated in the first round. At that time, the judges who had always been sternly worded were embarrassed to say anything serious, and this has been spread all over the circle.

Unexpectedly, after a year, another amateur contestant appeared to participate in the Youth Song Contest without knowing the sky. Many people feel that this year is lively again.

An Yi glanced at Huang Mao, too lazy to pay attention to him.

However, many players came around and asked An Yi what the number one player was. After all, only one of the five people will advance, and if they can draw a group with amateur players, the probability of promotion will also increase, and many people can't help but think freely.

"Number 23." In order to prevent others from looking at him as a monkey, An Yi said it.

"Number 23, really...... Ha lu haha. Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and laughed insolently again. I'm so lucky that I have at least a quarter of a chance of making it to the next round. ”

Although the other people in the group were not as presumptuous as Huang Mao, the corners of their eyebrows also showed smiles.

Seeing Huang Mao's appearance, An Yi really wanted to ask him, are you a monkey who invited him back?

Five more groups of people came out with sorrow and joy.

The staff reads: "No. 3, No. 13, No. 23, No. 33, No. 43, please come with me." ”

An Yi five people followed the staff into the singing hall, and the seven judges lined up in turn and sat below.

There is a cardboard box on the table in the middle of the hall, and the contestants need to pull out the song in the cardboard box.

The five of them took out the pieces of paper from the cardboard box in turn. Scraps of paper were written with lyrics and sheet music, and the five had three minutes to prepare.

In fact, the first person was the unluckiest, because she only had three minutes. Three minutes later, although the pieces of paper were taken away by the staff, the rest of the people could still think about it for a while. Of course, the best situation is to be able to draw songs that you can sing, but this situation is very rare, and the songs in the music library are carefully selected.

An Yi drew Xue Zhiqian's "Serious Snow".

An Yi smiled at Huang Mao, he was really lucky today.

Huang Mao stared at An Yi neatly, he really hadn't seen such a stupid ×.

"Okay, three minutes is up, please return the piece of paper to the staff." Said one of the judges.

"Damn, just look at him, forgot to read the score......"

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