As Gu Shichang's voice fell.

Behind the stage.

The big screen lit up.

First to appear.

That's the name of the six producers.

The name is on the left.

The right side corresponds to six parallel underscores.

At this moment.

The font on the underline is changing rapidly.

It's not at all clear what will end up being.

The appearance of this scene immediately made the audience, amateur singers and judges nervous.

The so-called propositional creation.

It's not that six producers share the same theme.

Rather, everyone will be randomly assigned.

It's all different.

It's up to everyone's luck.

"I'll randomize the keywords for the producers and teachers, don't blame me." Gu Shichang smiled and made a reassuring needle first.

The six producers nodded.

They don't have much of an opinion.

It's all random.

Whoever shouts is the same.

There is no difference.

Seeing that everyone had no objections.

Gu Shichang nodded.

Then hurriedly shouted: "Okay, stop!" ”

The staff waited for a long time.

Hurriedly paused.

And the words on the screen are also frozen.

The crowd hurriedly looked up.

Deng Guanghui 【Tomatoes】

Zheng Chaobo [Sky]

Liang Zhilong [Black & White]

Jin Xia [Seeing each other and hating late]

Qi Zhi [Summer]

Fang Zhenhai [Soda]

Just a glance.

Everyone was taken aback.

"Poof, I'll go, the words tomatoes and soda are serious?"

"This host is poisonous, how do you write the two themes of Deng Guanghui and Fang Zhenhai."

"Haha, I'm happy, the three words tomatoes are the theme, so the lyrics are to write a dish?"

"Zheng Chaobo and Qi Zhi are the best, this theme is much easier."

"I thought that random ones were normal keywords, but I didn't expect this machine to be really unambiguous, and there was everything."

"Is this going to kill a few producers?"

It doesn't matter if the topic is easy or difficult.

The audience likes the setting of this show anyway.

They don't need to think about it anyway.

It's not over if it's cool.

And the four judges also looked at each other.

The show was much more interesting than they thought.

No range of materials.

The difficulty coefficient is full.

"Interesting." Jin Jiangjun smiled.

"That's interesting." Chen Shaoguang said.

"Let's see what they do." Xu Tingkai was overwhelmed.

"Come up and give MSI Entertainment and the Cote d'Azur a skew." Zhang Weifang was overjoyed.

Six producers on this side.

The expressions are really different.

Deng Guanghui's face darkened when he saw the word 'tomato'.

You must know that this show is so bottomless.

He really couldn't agree at first.

How the hell do you have to compose music and lyrics?

Isn't it a joke about people?

When the theme is created, there is definitely no drama.

Just those three words.

It would be nice to be able to add it.

Not far from him.

Fang Zhenhai also beeped the dog at this time.

It's so much better than 'tomatoes'.

But the 'soda' is also showy enough.

Is the first scene so black-faced?

How to play in the future.

Look at the other four.

It's much calmer.

After all, the propositional vocabulary is stronger than these two people, not a star and a half.

There's a lot of room to create.

"The proposition vocabulary has been determined, now please return to the backstage to start creating, and those who finish it first can choose amateur singers first."

Gu Shichang said slowly: "In addition, during your creation, we will also send cameras to follow the film, so that everyone can see it through the screen on the stage." ”

The six producers didn't say anything.

Get up and walk all the way backstage.

Back to the editing room.

Fang Zhenhai immediately smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, the word random is too bad." ”

"It's okay, isn't there a 'tomato' in front of it, we're the penultimate at most." Lin Hao was watching the TV and eating melon seeds, and he didn't mind at all.

"But it's too hard." Fang Zhenhai complained.

"You just take a few of them to pretend first, have a meeting in the middle, and then I'll ask someone to give you the lyrics and songs." Lin Hao commanded.

"Huh? Do you have an idea? ”

Fang Zhen suddenly felt goosebumps rise.

"A little bit of a train of thought."

Lin Hao said it very tactfully.

The song he remembered could be associated with 'soda'.

It seems to be only that one song.

"You're amazing."

Fang Zhenhai sent it with a sycophant.

Lin Hao smiled but did not speak.

At this time.

On the big screen on stage.

is playing Deng Guanghui's every move in the background.

The follow-up of the program team is not a split-screen simultaneous display of the six producers together.

It's a follow-up one by one.

It is equal to the time that each producer recorded above, which is about the same.

Deng Guanghui, who drew the 'tomato' proposition, was the first to be targeted by the cameraman.

At the moment, he is in the practice room.

In front of him is an electronic keyboard.

Deng Guanghui tried to play a few times.

It doesn't seem right.

The whole person sat up again.

Frowning in thought.

"Haha, the producer who was defeated by 'Tomatoes'."

"No clue."

"I'm afraid I'm going crazy."

"It's miserable."

"Sympathize with Deng Guanghui, I encountered hellish difficulties when I first came."

Many people in the audience were very happy at first.

But soon.

It was replaced by the boredom that gradually attacked.

Because songwriting is a very 'closed-door' thing.

If you are willing to play the piano and find a feeling, that's all good.

Touching a pen and a blank piece of paper.

That really doesn't mean anything.

It's the same as going to class.

It's like Fang Zhenhai.

The videographer followed for a long time.

A person held the pen and looked down in thought, but he didn't even raise his head.

It's so boring.

And so.

They can only pass the time by chatting.

Time passed minute by minute.

Three hours of creative time is almost pitiful for the producer.

But that's long enough for audiences, critics, and amateur singers.

The four judges can go back to the backstage at any time to rest.

They can't.

At most, go to the toilet and smoke a cigarette and walk two steps.

It's up to the sky.

I waited for about two hours.

Only then did the producer finish the creation.

Or two.

Zheng Chaobo and Qi Zhi.

It wasn't missing a minute or two.

The two of them immediately came out and began to choose singers.

Each amateur singer has a big introductory sign in front of them.

It is written with the songs and genres that they are good at.

The program team also allows them to simply sing two sentences out and listen to it.

Zheng Chaobo and Qi Zhi quickly found a candidate.

I immediately went to the backstage to rehearse.

Another half hour passed.

Liang Zhilong, Jin Xia, and Fang Zhenhai also came out one after another.

Each chooses a singer.

And Deng Guanghui didn't finish until the last few seconds.

Choose the singer for this paragraph.

The audience still didn't have much interest.

I'll have to wait for half a day.

I can't wait for the singer to come out and perform soon.

There was no follow-up to the rehearsal section.

They can't see.

But curiosity is strong enough.

Especially for the works of Deng Guanghui and Fang Zhenhai.

Full of anticipation.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

All rehearsals were stopped.

The show also officially began.

The host Gu Shichang came up.

The crowd hurriedly cheered up.

The order of appearance is also randomly generated by the screen.

The first place is Deng Guanghui!

"Isn't it?"

"Come up and make a big move?"

"Yes, you can."

"Haha, the tomatoes come on first, that's interesting."

"Everything else is secondary, I mainly want to see him and Fang Zhenhai's soda."

The crowd was impatient.

Soon.

The male singer chosen by Deng Guanghui came out.

The song he brought was called "Dawn".

Music plays.

The pace is fast.

This singer is not only singing.

Even more jumped.

The hot field heats up very quickly.

Songs with the theme of 'tomatoes' have nothing to do with the word.

Deng Guanghui just put these three words into the lyrics and used them as a metaphor.

Plainly.

There's a bit of an opportunistic ingredient in it.

A bit too much off-topic.

But it's not a violation of the rules of the show.

Leave that out of the way.

The quality of the songs is still good.

Many of the spectators shook their hands along with it.

A song is sung.

Feng Guanghui and the singer stood on the stage at the same time.

Below.

It's the voting session.

"The song is honest, it's good, but I don't feel like I've played enough of the tomato proposition, so I can't give you a high score." Jin Jiangjun said.

"I mean the same thing as Mr. Jin, this song is a bit off-topic." Chen Shaoguang said.

"It's very far-fetched to just put the word in the song, and I don't think you're doing it very well." Zhang Weifang said.

"I won't say more, everyone has the same idea." Xu Tingkai said.

Ultimately.

Deng Guanghui scored 527 points!

He nodded to the crowd in thanks.

I didn't feel unfair in my heart.

The first one suffered the loss of the proposition.

It can only be forcibly rescued by a wave.

This score.

Totally acceptable.

The game continues.

The next three are Jin Xia, Liang Zhilong, and Zheng Chaobo.

Jin Xia scored 723 points!

Liang Zhilong scored 601 points!

Zheng Chaobo scored 756 points!

The difference between scores of tens and hundreds is not large.

It's not yet the knockout round.

Don't be too tight.

And the fifth came out.

is the singer Jing Huihui selected by Fang Zhenhai.

Follow Lin Hao's instructions.

As long as you're not too old.

Young men and women are allowed.

The range is quite wide.

Fang Zhenhai finally chose this sunny and handsome big boy.

With Jing Huihui appearing.

The song titles on the screen followed.

"Orange Soda"

Everyone glanced at it.

The next moment.

The guitar teacher in the back played a more cheerful accompaniment.

I was standing in the little corner of the classroom door

Sneak a peek at your lovely smile

You are like a cloud in the sky

I want to be a rainbow

A few words.

It's very warm.

Thereinto.

Jing Huihui could hear a faint sense of tension.

Maybe I felt a little pressure on such a stage.

It's a bit hard to let go.

The scent of orange soda wafts through the air

The cream on the corner of your mouth makes me so excited

There is a rhythm to my tacit understanding with you

Take my heartbeat and follow you

Fortunately, Jing Huihui entered the state quite quickly.

It may have something to do with the simplicity of the rhythm.

Sing a few words.

It didn't take long to get used to it.

His image of a sunny big boy goes along with the lyrics.

It's so congenial.

Those who listen are like a spring breeze.

(End of chapter)