"The sound of the waves is still the same, still so I ......" his singing voice is sometimes tactful and listening, sometimes full of a touch of passion, the song waves are made by Wang Qingxu himself, it is a song he made to inspire himself, this song is also his famous song, it is really because of the help of this song that he was able to successfully promote to a bachelor's singer. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The gist of the lyrics is: No matter how earth-shaking and mountains and rivers turn upside down, even if he is subjected to the impact of huge waves day and night, he will still stick to himself, persist in his beliefs, and will not let his heart get lost in the comfortable life of the bright lights, he will always move towards his beliefs.

His voice pierced directly into people's souls, and everyone was touched by this song, and their souls seemed to have been greatly baptized in this song, and everyone's faces showed knowing smiles.

Soul-conveying performances go straight into the soul of a person, especially those songs that have a positive guiding effect and can even change a person's mental state.

Xiao Yufeng sat quietly in his seat, looking at the radiant figure on the stage, he sighed slightly, and Wang Qingxu's heart changed.

Success is also waves, and defeat is also waves.

"Everyone will face more or less pressure in life, some people become stronger under pressure, while some people choose to give in, choose to retreat, obviously Wang Qingxu has lost the momentum of his youth, he knelt down in the impact of the waves, has lost the brave and enterprising heart, and finally is empty. ”

Xiao Yufeng's hearing is so keen, although this wave was played by Wang Qingxu to the realm of soul transmission, which is already quite good, but he still heard Wang Qingxu's heart from it, he can no longer resonate with this song, his heart has gone against the idea that this song wants to express, and soul transmission singing is already the end of his life!

There is a trace of regret in his heart, this is originally a seedling who can impact the singer of the country, but in the end it is lost, the singer wants to become a countryman, there are several necessary conditions, the first needs a large number of fans, that is, at least 10 million people like the songs he sings from the heart, the second is to comprehend the artistic conception of the song, the artistic conception of the song is divided into blood, love, sadness and various artistic conceptions, which vary from person to person;

The song sung by Wang Qingxu cannot resonate with his own heart, and it is difficult to understand the artistic conception of the song.

Hey, who told you to choose such a name, can it be true!

Xiao Yufeng sighed in his heart: "If you call Wang Buxuan, maybe it will be a little saved." ”

"..... still the same!" When Wang Qingxu's last sentence was finished, the scene fell into silence, no one spoke, his eyes swept over the students who were already immersed in the singing, and there was a touch of pride on his face.

Well, suddenly, his face froze, Xiao Yufeng was actually drinking Shi Shiran there, he obviously didn't listen to my song, he was provocative!

His song was sung in front of the three thousand people in the entire auditorium, consuming the power of the whole forty percent of the song in the sea of knowledge, as long as the people listening to the song did not have strong resistance in their hearts, then they would inevitably be immersed in his songs, and at this time Xiao Yufeng was still drinking leisurely, obviously not listening to his songs seriously, so he would not be affected by the songs.

Holding back the anger in his heart, he turned to look at the screen behind him, only to see a string of numbers jumping rapidly behind him, showing an emotional wave value for all the audience present.

Xiao Yufeng casually looked at the constantly changing numbers on the big screen, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Lemon juice is relatively sour, and it doesn't taste as good as ice and fire." ”

222, and finally the value displayed on the screen stopped, a poor value.

Three minutes passed, and the crowd erupted into a burst of strong applause, and countless screams, and the singers of the scholar level sang soul-level songs, and the ordinary audience would not slow down until about three minutes, so the applause and screams would come so late.

"Wang Qingxu, Wang Qingxu, Wang Qingxu!"

This name echoed throughout the auditorium, and tonight this name is undoubtedly very loud in the auditorium of No. 1 Middle School.

"Haha, 222's mood swing value, automatically admit defeat. Liu Yulin looked at the double-digit emotional wave value behind him, and suddenly smiled, it was impossible for him to turn the tables.

Niu Baoyu and the others also looked at the dazzling number with embarrassed faces, and their hearts were suspended, and the emotional fluctuation value of 222 was worthy of soul-conveying singing.

"Don't you have faith in that song?" Xiao Yufeng shrugged, the mood swing value of 222 is considered to be the level of a scholar-level singer, but it is average.

Niu Baoyu shook his head, suddenly perked up, and said loudly: "Who is Wang Qingxu, I haven't heard of it! The fluctuation value of 222 can stump the wind, heh, just kidding!"

He let out a sneer, he had thought too much before, it was extremely difficult for an ordinary singing scholar to surpass the master in mobilizing the audience's emotional fluctuation value, but obviously Yu Feng was not an ordinary form, it was a genius who could compare to himself.

He thinks that his kendo is inferior to the kendo master on the whole, but it is indeed not inferior to the master in some aspects, such as swordsmanship, he can surpass most of the masters, since he can, why can't he resist the wind?

Jiao Youxin and Zhao Wuhen also reacted quickly, just now they were concerned about it, but now think about it rationally, Yufeng may not be defeated, looking at Xiao Yufeng, who is excellent and swimming, the confidence in the hearts of several people has increased greatly, they are afraid of Mao, just do it!

"Very wonderful singing, Wang Xueshi's waves made me feel a lot in my heart, I hope that the students can be like what Wang Xueshi sings in the song, to be a standing reef, let it wind and rain, I will not move!" Muto Yi said emotionally, looking at Wang Qingxu's eyes There was also a hint of admiration, it seems that this beautiful host was also moved by Wang Qingxu's waves.

"Yu Feng is a bachelor's level war song singer, I don't know how I feel about what I just sang?" Wang Qingxu said gracefully, with a begging face, with a sincere look on his face, which really made people feel disgusted.

The so-called reaching out and not slapping smiling people, but Xiao Yufeng just likes to slap his face, no, he is too upright and likes to tell the truth: "I insulted a good song, and I sang it badly." ”

The rating of Langtao's song reached 7.8 points, which is only 0.2 points away from the classic, although he sang the effect of the soul transmission level, but it is still garbage, he can hear it, this song is very reluctant to reach the soul transmission level, and a soulless song makes him unable to arouse his interest in listening.

Ordinary people can immerse themselves in such songs and pierce their souls, but it has no effect on him, because for him it is noise, pollution.

"But I found out that you didn't listen to me sing just now, do you just like to talk nonsense like this?" Wang Qingxu's face also turned cold at this time, he didn't want to make an enmity with Xiao Yufeng, but he belittled himself again and again, if he didn't speak out, wouldn't he be underestimated!

"What you sing seems to me to be noise. Xiao Yufeng said with a sneer, from Wang Qingxu's appearance, it was noted that the two were in opposite positions, and they came over to help Liu Yulin to fight themselves, do you still want to give you face?

Give you face!

Wow, the students below were in an uproar, and the singing voice that sounded like heaven to them became worthless in Xiao Yufeng's mouth, even garbage and noise, how could they stand it, and some grumpy students shouted loudly: "What are you, do you think you are a national soldier?

"I used to like you a lot, but now the powder has turned black, shit, dare to despise us so much, do you think you are a dick?"

"Heh, it's not good to get a little bit of success, what the hell!"

Xiao Yufeng's words caused dissatisfaction among the four adults in the scene, and there were voices scolding him all over the place, and even those who originally supported him stopped pronouncing it, they didn't like Xiao Yufeng like this.

Wang Qingxu laughed, pointed to the students below, and said triumphantly: "See, you have to pay the price for your unbridled words!"

Xiao Yufeng was unmoved, looked at the excited students, and smiled indifferently: "Next, I'll sing, you listen!"

He doesn't like to talk about cannons, and the facts will tell!