After showing off his skills, Su Zhe put down the microphone, and the high-pitched X Tibetan folk songs of the foreign aid group echoed on the stage accompanied by children's voices.

The professional jury worked hard to write:

A stroke of genius!

The rough folk songs and immature children's voices harmonized Su Zhe's ethereal voice well, so that his voice did not float to the sky, but took root in the plateau and sang the story of this land.

The audience may not be able to hear the designs, but the instinct for beauty makes them exclaim:

[Nice! 】

[I was attracted as soon as I heard the beginning.] 】

[This man brings too many surprises! 】

With the rhythm, Su Zhe continued to sing, and his voice was always clear and mellow:

[Ah Diao

You always dress up like yourself

The boy is the same / but more tenacious than Gesang]

[Ah Diao

Hypocrites have a thousand kinds of laughter

When will you go down the mountain / Remember to bring a dolma knife]

……

The professional jury amazed:

"The treble is very skillful."

"The voice function is good, and most male singers have to turn falsetto to get up, but he relies on his real voice."

"He sings ballads, and he must not practice falsetto. To be able to sing like this is purely God's appreciation. ”

The camera has been aimed at the professional jury, and the barrage asked curiously:

What are they talking about? Which big guy explains? 】

[Falsetto is a technique of using the edges of the vocal cords to produce sounds, which can be higher than the normal vocal range.] However, long-term use of falsetto can damage the timbre of the midrange. The most important thing in a folk song is the middle range, you know? 】

[I see, then God favors Su Zhe too much, right? Kissed his looks, kissed his throat again! 】

After Su Zhe showed off his soprano skills, he started rapping again:

[Banished/Confused/Free/Blowing like the wind/Bumpy road]

The system did not reward Su Zhe's rap skills, but after all, he has the foundation of a trainee, you must know that the four homework of trainees are-

Singing, dancing, RAP......

In rap, Su Zhe abandoned his treble technique and became more emotionally engaged:

[But I/Still won't/Give up hope because of pain/The wound I suffered grows into a scar/Blooms into an incomparably beautiful flower]

The cycle repeats, he is shouting, he is roaring, he is declaring war on fate.

It was only then that the audience finally put aside his singing skills and began to notice the lyrics, the sadness and strength contained in the lyrics.

Backstage, the guests are more sensitive and able to capture the emotions of the songs.

Song Hui shook his head and sighed:

"Talent leaks! I always thought that writing folk songs depends on accumulation and life perception, but I didn't expect Su Zhe to be young...... Ay. ”

He sighed, his heart sour.

[Is this what it feels like to be a scumbag looking at a scholar? 】

[Scum? Song Hui is also a folk song boss! Before Su Zhe, his "Beloved Girl" was a folk song sales record! 】

[The difference between the top students is greater than the difference between humans and dogs. 】

[Although Su Zhe is young, his life experience is too rich, and no one in the entertainment industry knows how to be hacked better than him. 】

[With the pressure of public opinion on Su Zhe, he will either die of depression or break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. 】

The barrage was all lamenting Su Zhe's talent, but no one noticed that Lin Shan'er listened to the music in a daze, and the smile on her face that had been maintained gradually disappeared.

She suddenly remembered her teammate's advice to herself after she got drunk:

"You, cute and loving, are actually a man. The career is inexhaustible, and sometimes there is no need to be so tired. ”

Her teammates said a lot at the time, and she likes to shout when she drinks too much, but she doesn't know why, so she remembered this sentence and has been remembering it until now.

Walking out of the memories, she quietly looked at Su Zhe's charming stage, and then turned her head to look at Zhou Yongmei's longing and admiring eyes on the side, and suddenly smiled:

I'm going to carry a Dolma knife, which is stronger than Gesang Hua.

Su Zhe didn't know what other people thought, and on the stage, he could only concentrate on singing.

He took a deep breath and burst into a high note again:

[Ah Diao

Will you be able to eat a full meal tomorrow?

You're used to being lonely as a belief.]

In the waiting area, Cai Zifeng's expression was very ugly.

Although he is a traffic, his musical literacy is not low, and he is not a layman, at least he can distinguish the advantages and disadvantages of songs.

Su Zhe has sung until now, and the lyrics, songs, arrangements, singing, and stage are all impeccable.

But he was ahead of him.

From Gu Yifei to Su Zhe, after two consecutive high-pitched and intense performances, how did he take over the scene?

You don't have that ability, do you?!

Even if the god of song comes today, he won't be able to catch this scene!

But his fans are still adding to the chaos, cheering on the barrage:

[Brother Feng, come on, you will definitely be able to defeat Su Zhe!] 】

[What kind of bullshit is Su Zhe singing, singing folk songs and going to the Starlight Stage! ] 】

[Brother Feng, crush him! ] Let his brain-dead fans jump around all day long, and hate it to death. 】

Cai Zifeng had a bitter face: Since you have lost, it is better to keep a low profile now, and there will be less ridicule from the crowd.

But these brainless fans have to lead the war, they have to provoke, and now it's okay, and they will die again after they finish singing.

Although he is used to losing to him, he is so powerful anyway, who can win in the circle? There is no shame either.

Cai Zifeng began to give himself psychological counseling.

The barrage was still asking him:

[Brother Feng, do you have confidence? 】

Cai Zifeng: ......

Drafting a surrender speech before the war, do you think I have confidence?

Su Zhe didn't know that the enemy general had been frightened, and devoted himself to singing:

[Ah Diao

It will not be smoothed out by reality

Ill-fated / Obsessed with indifference]

At this time, the camera suddenly focused on a delicate short-haired girl in the audience.

She had a single eyelid, a little thin figure, and looked timid, and her eyes looked at Su Zhe who broke out on the stage in a daze.

Two lines of clear tears flowed silently from her eyes and down her cheeks, but her eyes were still fixed on the stage.

[Look, this is called professional!] The rest of the audience learn a little! 】

[Director, this group performance plus chicken legs! ] It's so natural to cry! 】

[Isn't this better than a female star? ] 】

[The master is playing tricks, and the clown is in the palace. 】

The girl couldn't see the barrage, and listened attentively to Su Zhe singing:

[Farewell to youth / Countless stations.]

Willing to be ordinary / but unwilling to be ordinary to rout]

Su Zhe took a breath imperceptibly, and after ventilating, he used all his functions to push up the true voice-

[You are Ah Diao

You're a free bird—]

The pitch is getting higher and higher, and the audience is dumbfounded.

The professional jury was not calm anymore and was shocked:

"It's F5!"

"Is he human? Singing to the limit of the treble, you can still stretch such a long note! ”

"Damn, you sing so badly,!"

They're all forced to swear, not to mention the audience-

[I got goosebumps when I heard it]

[Mom, Su Zhe's voice seems to be able to penetrate into my soul. 】

[This is called freedom!] The freedom of the guests to sing before was too restrictive. 】

There is also a full screen of [Groove] [Groove] [Groove]......

Backstage, Gu Yifei also stood up in shock and muttered:

"This is not a good seedling, this is a towering tree."

Zhou Yongmei held the performance costume tightly, which she took back from the waiting area, and wanted to clean it, but now she was holding it in her arms excitedly, as if she was holding someone.

In such a scene, there was no barrage to ridicule or ridicule her, because they were all listening to the song intently.