While Yu Xian walked towards the stage, he also quietly practiced the "Bing Yi talent" obtained from the [Big Salted Fish System].

As soon as he stepped on the first step of the stage, he stopped practicing, and his face changed from smiling to indifferent.

This small and subtle change of expression is not visible to the audience. However, the audience in front of the TV was in full view of the cameras on the way from the lounge to the stage.

106 dormitories.

Xu Tao, who was sitting in the center, bit the corner of his mouth, looked at Li Dafen sideways, and then looked at Chen Xu, silent.

Li Dafen and Chen Xu also made eye contact with each other, expressing helplessness.

The three of them had the same idea, which was Yu Xian's expression of abandonment.

……

Yu Lejia.

"Well, I'll go to the toilet first." Zhu Chunhua got up from the sofa, bypassed the coffee table, and went straight to the bathroom.

Yu Le wanted to stop it, but he wanted to stop it.

Because, deep down, he also secretly helped Yu Xian judge the end of defeat.

……

As for the game site.

The audience was very relaxed, and in their opinion, the third show was over, and the excitement was already over.

Yu Xian, who is now on the stage, is at most an after-dinner dessert, and it is a dispensable existence.

Among the four mentors, only Jay Zou was quite nervous.

[What kind of songs will this monster choose to fight? ] Or is it the song from the previous round? No way, it's not like his style. Moreover...... Even if you move the song sung in the last round and sing it perfectly, not to mention whether the effect can be as good as last time, the treble is not as good as Su Li's "My Heart ill Go On"! 】

On the stage, Yu Xian's eyes widened, and his naturally drooping right index finger gently tapped his thigh, as if he was beating a beat.

Three seconds later, the accompanying music sounded.

The music is a regular violin pluck, followed by a long organ sound.

The prelude of just a few seconds began to surprise the four instructors.

"It's ...... Hey, no! ”

"Tsk, this is the style of a foreign song?"

"Well, I sound like it, but I can't remember which country."

……

“Доммойдостроен”

[The house is built]

“Ноявнемодин”

[But there is only one person in the house]

Yu Xian's opening made all the viewers at the scene and in front of the TV, the "Voice of China" column group, the four mentors and the participating students who were preparing for the competition stunned.

"Jay, which country's song is your trump card singing?" Geng Chengqing looked at Jay Zou with an embarrassed expression.

Jay Zou was also quite embarrassed and shook his head: "Don't say any country's songs, I can't understand a word." ”

"It's like ...... German? Sakura muttered in a low voice, and immediately shook her head to deny her previous speculation, "It seems to be Russian!" ”

"Russian?" Wang Feng couldn't help but interject, "Won't it?" He was good enough at singing in Cantonese before, and he could also speak Russian? ”

"Hmm—I'm not sure, I've been to Russia on a world tour, and it sounds like that." Sakura nodded, sticking to her reasoning.

"Tsk, Cantonese is easy to speak, we can all understand it, this Russian...... Does anyone understand? Isn't this asking for trouble?! Wang Feng sneered and laughed.

Speaking of this, Jay Cou, who has been silent, finally took the initiative to reply: "Lao Wang, what you said is not right!" ”

"Oh, oh?" Wang Feng responded disappreciatively.

"Music knows no borders, there are no cultural differences that create regional barriers, the simplest example is that we can tour with our own music, even though we don't know the languages of the world. Too many entanglements and words have erased the charm of the music itself. Zou Jielun said this, ostensibly to support Yu Xian, and at the same time, he was also confiding in his own heart.

The words are not accurate, and the words are not clear. This sentence is like a row of sharp steel nails, nailing Jay Zou to death and hindering his musical path. He didn't understand why people should be entangled and obsessed with these things, instead of listening to and feeling the most primitive state of music. is even more unconvinced of reality, and it is precisely because of this obstacle that should not exist that he has paused again and again, and it is difficult to move forward.

"Jay, to be honest, I don't want to hurt you, among our four mentors, I'm afraid you're the only one who hasn't done a world tour, right?"

"Lao Wang, it's almost done, stop at the point, don't talk too much." As soon as Geng Chengqing heard that Wang Feng was about to say hurtful words, he quickly interjected to stop it.

Jay Zou smiled bitterly, licked his lips, calmed his breath, and threw all the attention of his whole body on the stage and bet on Yu Xian.

Music mainly depends on "song" or "words", as well as the long-held pain in Jay Cou's heart, and he is looking forward to Yu Xian, who is standing on the stage at this moment, to respond and answer.

“Хлопнулдверьзаспиной”

[The door slams behind you]

“Ветеросеннийстучитсявокно”

[The autumn wind beats on the window]

“Плачетопятьнадомной”

[At this moment, I cried again]

“Ночьюгроза，Анаутротуман”

[Night thunder, morning fog]

“Солнцеостылосовсем”

[The sun is no longer warm]

“ДавниеболиИдутчередой”

[Long-term pain continuous]

“Пустьсобираютсявсе”

[Let's get everyone ready]

Without the audience understanding at all, the main theme of the A section of the song was sung sentence by sentence. In the next second, a thunderous accompaniment sounded, indicating the coming of **.

"It's coming!" Jay Zou clenched his teeth, feeling extremely nervous. Win the king or defeat the king, here is a campaign!

"It's finally here!" Wang Feng said that he seemed to be looking forward to it, but his expectation was completely different from the expectation in Jay Cou's heart.

"The chorus of the Russian song...... "Sakura also dragged her fingers under her chin with her fingers crossed and waited rather leisurely.

"Hiss-" Geng Chengqing held his breath and stared, just listening to the previous main melody, he thought that he could still vaguely guess the pitch height at **, after all, the starting point was already much higher than the usual song, ** did not go beyond the vast pitch difference, which would lower the appreciation of the whole song.

[It's coming!] 】

Yu Xian suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time, and quickly and greedily swallowed the air into his stomach, his knees slightly bent, ready to attack. He brought the microphone to his mouth, and an extremely sharp sound resounded throughout the game......