Background.

Live screen.

The first to play was a girl in a blue dress.

In her hand is a handful of holes.

Hole flute.

Blowpipe air instruments.

Similar to the flute, it is pronounced through a hole in the air current.

It's just that the flute has a diaphragm, but Xiao has no diaphragm.

The flute sound is cheerful, and the Xiao sound is poignant.

"Her name is Fu Jiayin."

Cao Yuan commented: "From Huolu City, I am often active in Station B of the Two Thorn Ape. ”

"People on the site have only one thing to say about her."

"What evaluation?" Wang Sleeve asked.

"Iron Lung!"

Iron lung.

This evaluation is almost capped.

Flutes or flutes need to have a strong enough lung capacity.

The breath is insufficient, or too short, to control the instrument.

Iron lung, which means that the opponent has reached the full level of Dong Xiao's skill points.

"Good, good." Wang Sleeve said.

"Aren't you panicking?" Cao Yuan asked.

"Don't panic, it's not like you're still padding." Wang Sleeve replied.

Cao Yuan's expression was stunned, and he was forced to calm down.

He has always been rewarded, when has he ever been so angry.

"Hahaha, Brother Wang Sleeve, you are really good at laughing."

……

in the picture.

Xiao Yin together, all the mentors raised their heads suddenly.

Although not on the spot.

But the sound still reached the ears of the two of them in a lossless way.

This tune.

Distant and ethereal.

Just listening to the rhythm, people can't help but think about it.

A majestic and luxurious palace.

Vast and boundless.

A hero like no other in the world.

A peerless beauty who captivates the country and the city.

All people, all things, are all interpreted in this silence.

Sure enough, it's a genius.

The huge country of China is full of masters.

The audience was amazed.

Cao Yuan opened his mouth and said, "Tianxing Nine Songs!" ”

"She chose this song, and she should sell fan feelings."

"After all, people who have watched TV should be moved by the characters in it, and it's good to add some impression points."

"It's a pity, the review teachers are all middle-aged uncles and aunts, so they shouldn't understand."

Wang Sleeve did not answer.

If you consider the skill alone, the other party is indeed impeccable.

As for the external factors, he really didn't think about it.

However, this Cao Yuan's tone was particularly arrogant, as if he didn't look at anyone in his eyes.

This attitude made Wang Sleeve slightly unhappy.

At the end of the song, the audience applauded warmly.

And the judges also gave a high score of 9.2.

Fu Jiayin bowed down and stepped down.

……

The next player.

Zither.

performer, one of the four talented women of the new generation in Sioux City, Lin Ruoyi.

Cao Yuan said: "Lin Ruoyi, she is very strong and proud. ”

"If I were to rate her, she would be able to give her a 9.1."

"Oh?"

Wang Sleeve answered: "You haven't started performing yet, can you also score it?" ”

"Not really."

Cao Yuan said: "In this game, except for you and me, no one should be able to be higher than us!" ”

"After all, these teachers are quite strict."

"Of course, when I go all out, I'm not much worse than you!"

"In terms of artistic value, the guqin is far more than the drum kit."

When he spoke, Cao Yuan had already automatically made up the scene when Wang Sleeve was beating the drum.

That instrument is just crude.

"Hmm." Wang Sleeve nodded.

Sure enough, proud.

It's not that Lin Ruoyi is too arrogant, but Cao Yuan is too arrogant.

When speaking, Cao Yuan has always put himself in a high position.

That kind of contempt that is not there, spreads everywhere.

Let Wang Sleeve be a little unbearable.

I thought of what the other party said before - replace wine with tea and talk about heroes.

Does this guy really think of himself as Cao Cao?

Although he wanted to laugh a little in his heart, Wang Sleeve still endured it.

……

Cao Yuan thought that Wang Sleeve was not listening, and continued to speak.

"Actually, Lin Ruoyi's skills are not bad, but the stage aura is average."

"The performance of this song "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace" is still good overall, but it is quite different from the original song."

"Especially in the climax, if you can use arpeggiation techniques skillfully, it should make the song sound much brighter."

"It's a pity, talented women are nothing more than that!"

"It's all false."

"9.1 should be capped."

Disdain was leaking everywhere.

Wang Sleeve didn't want to hear a word.

Conceited.

A guy who is conceited to the extreme.

No wonder when he saw Zhao Xiaoya crying, Cao Yuan would say a few cool words next to him.

"If crying is useful, what do you need to do?"

"This kind of competition is a cruel competition."

Come to think of it, he already thinks of himself as a genius.

Convinced that you will win?

Zhang Xiaowan made her attention to such a guy?

Wang Sleeve suddenly felt very bored.

……

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Sleeve laughed.

The sudden voice made Cao Yuan stunned, "Brother, what are you laughing at?" ”

"I'm laughing at you." Wang Sleeve said.

"Hahahaha." Cao Yuan said: "Does my brother think I said something wrong? ”

"Actually, it doesn't matter, let's be patient, the results will be out in 2 minutes, and you can see if my guess is correct."

Wang Sleeve did not answer.

He stood up and looked at the stream.

The results are not yet out.

"I'm wondering if you like to comment on people behind your back." Wang Sleeve said.

"Oh, my brother is worried about this."

Cao Yuan said disapprerovingly: "Actually, I don't like to comment on others, and if you want to be commented on by me, you have to have that qualification." ”

"However, Brother Wang Sleeve, you have such qualifications."

"I'm really inferior to you in percussion, so I'm optimistic about you!"

This guy is terminally ill.

Sure enough, there is only a thin line between a genius and a madman.

But.

He's a pseudo-genius, and I don't know if he'll be able to take a blow.

Wang Sleeve suddenly had a wicked impulse.

It seems to be interesting.

Grab the teacup and drink it down.

The king got up and left.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I think it's time to get ready."

"Don't worry, it's only the fifth player now."

"I'm in a hurry." "I need a theme for the performance. ”

"The theme of the performance?" Cao Yuan said: "Isn't there no lottery yet?" ”

"It's not this theme, it's mine."

"Your subject?"

When Cao Yuan checked the information, he seemed to remember that he had said on the Internet that Wang Sleeve's live broadcast would have a theme.

Of course, he just smiled and skipped it.

Little anchors, always doing some gimmicks.

Without these gimmicks, they wouldn't have worked.

"Brother, can you talk about any topics?" Cao Yuan pretended to be interested.

"Brother wants to listen?" Wang Sleeve also pretended to be very concerned.

"Of course." Cao Yuan came over.

The king dodged suddenly.

"Hahahaha, there's actually no special theme, I just want to use your best instrument to eliminate you."

"Oh, yes, this time I'm not fighting for first place, I'm fighting for second place."

"Attention."

"If crying is useful, what else does it take to be a genius!"

With that, the king departed.

"You..."

"You..."

Cao Yuan hurriedly followed.

……

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"The text is difficult to write, but it is more understandable"