Chapter 72: Mallet [Asking for Subscription]

When Qiao Bai heard this, his face turned completely pale.

I haven't heard Hua Lei's songs, so I can't know the other, but it's not a problem, just do your best, and the score still depends on the audience.

But what the hell is it that I haven't heard my own songs?

Knowing that he can't do it, knowing his confidant can't do it, is this better than a hammer?

At this moment, Qiao Bai wanted to lift the table, but he had already come to this point, and he could only take one step at a time.

"Master, come on...... I...... I went out to take a breath. Qiao Bai took a deep breath and resisted the urge to flip the table and left.

Wang Peng looked directly at the roof of the shed in despair, muttering: "It's over, it's over, it's all the calves!" ”

……

"Okay, no more wasting everyone's time. Let's come first to the first song, after all, Huashen is in a hurry. Our song is called "Love in Yesterday", lyrics Tao Kai, composer Tao Kai, singer Hua Lei, Hua Shen! ”

After Tao Kai finished speaking, he stepped back and gave way to the stage.

As the lights and music came on, Wang Peng became more and more desperate.

This time the show was so rushed that everyone's songs didn't even have time to rehearse.

In other words, all the singers and musicians got the songs and songs for the first time, and there was no running-in, no practice and direct entry! If everyone is like this, the conditions are the same, it is also a kind of fairness.

But......

With such skillful music and lighting, it is obviously appropriate to come prepared!

"Don't look at it, we've been practicing for a week in advance. I really don't understand, can't you see the situation clearly? The trend of the times, why bother with the mantis arm as a car? Tao Kai answered the doubts in Wang Peng's heart.

Wang Peng's face was gray, he knew that he had lost......

Tao Kai looked at Fang Zheng provocatively: "Little monk, don't you still admit defeat?" ”

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "The poor monk never believes in anything absolute, the poor monk believes that man will win the sky." ”

"Cut! Dead duck with a hard mouth! Tao Kai disagreed.

Huashen began to sing on the stage, and the connoisseur knew if there was one as soon as he opened his mouth, and the sound quality was indeed great, and the people who listened to it were shocked. This is a love song that sings about the nostalgia for the old relationship after a breakup, petty bourgeoisie, very affectionate.

With Hua Lei's opening, the screen once again frantically brushed up the barrage.

"Huashen is invincible!"

"As soon as Huashen spoke, he destroyed a group of clowns who jumped off the beam."

"With such a voice and such a song, who would dare to take the stage with those students?"

"Let's over, let's disperse!"

……

Looking at the countless shouts and support, Tao Kai smiled proudly, and Pan Wenbo smiled proudly.

As Hua Lei finished singing, Tao Kai took the lead in applauding, and the judges present were also applauding, although they didn't like Hua Lei's domineering, and they didn't like Tao Kai's fox fake tiger style of stepping on people, but good is good, they were not stingy with applause.

At the same time, the invited temporary group performance audience also applauded, and the applause was thunderous, as if the winner had been decided.

After Hua Lei finished singing, he went down, without a word of nonsense, it seemed that it was a waste of time to say a word to these people.

The greatest contempt is not pointing at the nose and scolding, but completely ignoring it.

He didn't even look at Fang Zheng, nor did he look at anyone present, as if there was nothing but air and himself in his eyes, and nothing else.

That arrogance was almost written on his face......

"Good sound......" Mao Xiaofan said in a low voice on the side.

When Tao Kai heard this, he raised his head slightly, quite complacent.

Then I heard Mao Xiaofan add: "Hua Lei's singing skills are indeed very good, better than me." It's just that the lyrics and songs can't keep up with his level.

The lyrics and songs are too pretentious, piling up gorgeous rhetoric, but it lacks the pure ...... of first love"

Hearing this, Hua Lei, who was stepping down, paused slightly and glanced at Mao Xiaofan.

The judges on the side also looked at Mao Xiaofan in surprise, and it could be seen from their eyes that they recognized Mao Xiaofan's evaluation.

When Tao Kai heard this, his face suddenly darkened, isn't this just scolding him for writing a bad song?

Tao Kai said angrily: "Ignorant boy, do you know what a song is? ”

Mao Xiaofan said calmly: "I think a good song should go straight to the hearts of the people." Instead of being far-fetched to talk about sorrow. You probably haven't been in a relationship before, or rather, your first love wasn't like that. That's why the first love that is written out will be so empty and embarrassing. ”

Tao Kai's old face was flushed, obviously he was right, and he said angrily: "Where is so much nonsense? Your song is good, go and sing it! Isn't it just the moaning of a poor dick? Phew! ”

Tao Kai is talking about the song "If I Become Rich One Day", and he is not wrong to say so.

Founder doesn't refute either......

"Next, I would like to invite our next contestant, the song ...... brought by Fangzheng" The host has already begun to introduce it.

When Fang Zheng heard this, he hurriedly rushed onto the stage and added: ""Dispel Sorrow"! ”

"Our song is called "Dispel Sorrow", and the singer is Mao Xiaofan, who writes and composes the music...... Well, everyone knows, so the poor monk won't say much. Fang Zheng almost said that it was himself, and then realized that if he really said that, it would be tantamount to lying, and it would inevitably be thunderous. So I snorted......

The host subconsciously asked: "Abbot Fangzheng, is this "Sorrow" also a love song?" ”

Fang Zheng smiled: "Do you think a poor monk can write a love song?" ”

The host also smiled: "It's the same...... Then there is affection...... Mao ......"

"Mao Xiaofan." Fang Zheng said word by word, as if he was afraid that everyone would forget the three words Mao Xiaofan.

The host nodded awkwardly: "Okay, then we will invite roadside singer Mao Xiaofan to the stage." ”

Fang Zheng frowned and said very unhappily: "What do you mean by a roadside singer?" Shouldn't singing be a hobby and a dream? Is it true that singing should also be divided into three, six, nine and so on because of the different places where it is sung? It is said that art has no borders, no distinction between rich and poor, only high and low. Is Blue Flag going to redefine art? ”

Hearing this, the host was taken aback, if he dared to nod, it would be to offend the entire art circle. Although everyone knows that the size of the stage of singing is also a manifestation of the singer's strength, no one dares to use the size of the stage to characterize a person's achievements in art.

The host wiped the cold sweat on his head, and secretly glanced at Tao Kai below, Tao Kai was a little dissatisfied with the host's performance, but he didn't say anything, signaling him to start quickly.

Mao Xiaofan took the stage.

According to the process, the host should have some interaction with Mao Xiaofan, so that the audience can better understand the singer.

But the host said directly: "This is the singer Mao Xiaofan, it looks really ordinary." ”

Mao Xiaofan was already nervous, but when he was said like this, his face turned even redder, and he didn't dare to say anything when he lowered his head.

Fang Zheng, the calf protector, naturally stopped doing it, and he could see that this host was here to find trouble! Since it was an enemy army, it was naturally a cruel hospitality.

So Fang Zheng said: "It's ordinary, after all, Xiaofan is just an ordinary person with a dream, he is here to realize his dream." And unlike you, standing on the top of the mountain of dreams and sighing at the ordinariness of others. This reminded the poor monk of some people who walked out of the village, and after earning a few bucks, they said that the village was full of people...... Dogs are not poor, but some people are not as good as dogs. ”

"You...... You ......" was scolded in front of all the audience for being inferior to a dog, and the host was so angry that he wanted to scold him back, but he couldn't! Unless this host he doesn't want to do it.

What made him even more angry was that there were some discordant barrages on the barrage.

"The master is right! This host is too much, and the black fat man before, it's too crazy! Isn't it just to report Huashen's thigh? As for stepping on other players? ”

"Fang Zheng is right, this is an art stage, why should it be divided into three, six, nine and so on? It's the same for everyone. This host, low! ”

"Although I am not optimistic about this monk, this monk is very good."

Fortunately, Hua Lei's fans are still there, and they immediately suppressed these words.

The host hurriedly said, "Then please start your singing." ”

After speaking, the host went down in a gloomy manner.

Fang Zhengze looked at Mao Xiaofan on the side, and did not shy away from it, and asked directly: "Are you nervous?" ”

Mao Xiaofan nodded shyly: "A little nervous, my hands are a little shaky." ”

"That's it...... Dare to come to power? Go down before it's too late! Tao Kai coaxed below.

Some neutral viewers in front of the TV and mobile phones also shook their heads, their nervous hands were shaking, how could this be a game?

At this moment, everyone was shocked to see that the monk smiled slightly, and took out a bottle of Erguotou liquor from the wide white monk's robe!

"Don't be nervous when you drink it, come on, boy!" Fangzheng flickered Mao Xiaofan in front of him like the big flicker on the street.

Mao Xiaofan said: "I don't know how to drink." ”

"Drink less, then." Founder Road.

Mao Xiaofan gritted his teeth, picked up the wine bottle, unscrewed the lid, and tilted his head, and took a sip. Although he looks cowardly on the outside, he is also a ruthless person in his bones, and people who can't drink alcohol take a big bite of the second pot, and ordinary people will vomit.

But he held back!

After taking a big bite, Mao Xiaofan's eyes turned red.

Fang Zheng asked, "What's going on?" Still nervous? ”

Mao Xiaofan took a deep breath: "I can't drink it, I can't drink it......"

"Come again!" Founder Road.

"Huh? Still drinking? Mao Xiaofan was startled, but he still drank it in one gulp......

"What's going on?" Fang Zheng asked.

Mao Xiaofan grinned, smiled, and said with a light in his eyes: "I think I can still take a sip." ”

"Alright, it's okay, get on the boy!" Fang Zheng snatched the bottle and stepped back from the stage.

He went all at once, but the barrage exploded!

"Holy!"

"This monk carries wine with him!"

"Nima, this is a TV station, this is a live audition, should you bring wine? Aren't you afraid of getting drunk and hitting someone? ”

"Crazy, crazy......"

When the barrage bombarded wildly, everyone at the scene was also stunned by Fangzheng's operation, and looked at Fangzheng with big eyes one by one.

Fang Zheng didn't care......

On the stage, Mao Xiaofan sat on a chair, holding his guitar and facing the camera again, but his eyes were still a little shaky.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng waved his hand and shouted, "Think about how you sing in the subway station!" Look for that state! ”

Mao Xiaofan said: "When I was in the subway station, I just thought that all I saw was a group of corn cobs, and I didn't think too much. ”

Fang Zheng pointed a finger at Tao Kai and the others: "Then treat them as a group of mallets!" ”