Fei Yang seemed to have completely entered a state of selflessness, and the expression on his face was sometimes intoxicated, sometimes melancholy, sometimes excited, sometimes decadent, and changed instantly. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info only the eyes flow like water from beginning to end, rippling with soft and tranquil, warm ripples. After all, "being able to sing" does not mean "being good at singing", the focus is on the word "acting". The appropriate expression, body language, and unique stage style combined with singing often can be more direct to people's hearts. Like some idol singers, sometimes just one look, one action, can attract the screams of the ignorant girls in the audience.

Fei Yang has "three wrong views" on the road of pursuing singing, and has long been "misguided", and he is naturally well versed in this kind of "crooked and evil way", his eyes can speak, and his face seems to be painted with flowers... Now that the foreshadowing is in place, he immediately takes a deep breath, and although he has lost his lung capacity, his chest is still bulging high, and the warm emotions that have been brewing for a long time are about to erupt.

"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the birds say, early, why are you carrying a small school bag..."

Fei Yang felt that his only existing soul was crying and bleeding, and there was no way, he could only choose to sing this kind of children's rhyme with an extremely simple and childish melody now. If he loses his life, he loses the opportunity to appear on the stage of "The Voice", and if he loses his lung capacity, he loses the only foundation for his survival!

But Fei Yang still roared hard, this is out of love for music, this is out of a kind of attachment to the past glory. Fortunately, his dream has not been erased, and fortunately, his passion is still high.

"I go to school, I have to be late every day, I don't love to study, I don't love to work, I want to grow up for the motherland..."

Fei Yang was really ashamed to sing here, and his singing came to an abrupt end. It can only be said that music can indeed infect people's emotions! Although this is just a children's song, this scene makes Fei Yang can't help but feel a lot of emotion.

The lyrics are too realistic. "I go to school, I have to be late every day, I don't like to study, I don't like to work..." Isn't this a true portrayal of my past? I am so ambitious, in the name of loving music, in fact, I fantasize about taking shortcuts, taking evil paths, getting more benefits, and deceiving the feelings of more girls. On weekdays, I am happy to work hard and wait for death, let alone dedication to the motherland and the people, even to my parents, teachers, and friends, how can I ever fulfill some responsibility? And now as a poor and pathetic ghost, even if I regret it, it will be in vain, and maybe in the next moment I will be wiped out and my soul will be scattered...

There was a dead silence in the hall, and Fei Yang's emotions were infected by his singing, and for the first time, perhaps for the last time, he engaged in profound self-examination and self-criticism. Gong Yuexuan was uncertain, looking at Fei Yang, and then at the Sumeru seat opposite, he didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, but a long sigh sounded from behind the high Sumeru seat.

"Alas... Are you sure that what you just performed is the sound? the real sound... It doesn't seem like that, does it?"

Although Fei Yang was a little unrelenting, when he heard this, he faintly realized that something was wrong. It's just that at this moment, he is feeling self-pity and self-blame, and he looks down on life and death, and almost subconsciously says without hesitation:

"How can what I sing not be a sound? Of course, it is a fake one-to-lose sound! In any case, the sentence 'I go to school and will be late every day' is definitely 'love is born from the heart, and love and sound are fused', which may not be as painful as 'the water of the waves can kill me', but it points out the root of the tragedy, and the artistic conception is even more far-reaching..."

"No, no, no. It is important to know that the reason why 'music' is called 'music' is because it has reached the pinnacle of music. Once the great creator has worked hard to pour his life's experience, emotion, and talent into it, once an excellent sound controller interprets it, no matter what kind of style it is, it will inevitably present a sound field that is as bright as a galaxy, full of flowers, and extremely magnificent and extensive. The melody you have just performed is too simple and prosaic in terms of melodic changes, and it is far from the standard of sound from the fundamental point of view..."

"Hehe, that's right! A piece of music that lacks a soundstage is not a 'sound'. As for the melody shown in the music, which is plain and simple to change, the level is even more low, and at best it can only be regarded as a 'sound control score' that does not enter the stream. Adults' eyes are like torches, they have seen the world, and some of the people who are not right-minded in front of you, vainly trying to be shoddy, and the little people who are fooled to get through naturally have nothing to hide..."

Gong Yuexuan was busy and echoed loudly. At this moment, his emotions seemed to be more excited than the previous luck of not dying.

"But it's not." Judging from the fluctuating voice, the woman behind Sumeru's seat seemed to be shaking her head vigorously at this time.

"Nothing is absolute. It's not that the sound stage is weak and the melody is flat, but it's just..."

"It's just that that kind of 'sound' can't even be perfectly interpreted by some famous sound control masters, it's simply a 'book from heaven', and ordinary people may not even be able to read it"!

Gong Yuexuan couldn't help but be anxious. He had already felt the threat of Fei Yang, and even inexplicably regarded Fei Yang as the most powerful opponent in his life, and in the face of such a best opportunity to kill a strong enemy, he naturally refused to let it go easily. At this point, he had completely let go of his demeanor and couldn't care about anything.

"So, this kid is definitely not going to be that kind of 'sound method'! what he shows is just a more unique, weird low-level sound control score. He was unable to come up with advanced 'phonics' first, and he had already lost in this test. If this kind of scum is not severely punished, how can you maintain the face of the underworld, and how can you defend your dignity?"

Fei Yang's old face was a little unbearable, and he almost pounced on it desperately for a while. But as soon as he heard the four words "Glamorous Voice", it was like a stick on the head, and he was dizzy.

This drowned dead rooster is amazing! He actually heard that I was singing and singing in a "beautiful sound"... Alas, there is really no way, I am used to the singing style that seems to be forced, but in fact it is extremely provocative, and I can't go back, even the positive and sunny children's songs are sung with a hint of wind and dust...

"If you can vaguely imitate the effect of high-level 'sounds' with low-level sound control scores, then isn't it an ability? Although it is only 'imitation', it is far from the level that 'sounds' can show, but it also requires quite a great voice control talent. Hey, I don't think he was back then... Doesn't he have the same ability..."

I never thought that the temperament of the woman behind the Sumeru seat was really elusive, and she didn't care at all about Gong Yuexuan's passionate and powerful denunciation, but she had a certain degree of appreciation for Fei Yang in her words.

"The kid surnamed Gong is good, with a family history, a talented and high-grade 'sound controller' interprets the 'down-and-out sound' with the body of a ghost, and every syllable can be expressed with a clear eye, which is really commendable. As for the little ones who came later... To be honest, I really can't see through you.

I can't tell if it's your sound control score, or your sound control skills. It stands to reason that being able to vaguely imitate the effect of low-level sound control scores into high-level 'sound methods' can only show that your sound control skills are profound, but if you think about it carefully, it is not complete.

Especially in your sentence 'I go to school and I'm going to be late every day', it seems to contain a variety of emotional catharsis, but to achieve this catharsis in just one sentence, it requires a perfect transition between emotions, which highlights the extraordinary. This requires a subtle arrangement of notes, which requires a whimsy in rhythmic control... Although your sound-controlled score is weak and relatively immature, it has created an unprecedented and unimaginable new path!

To say that there is no difference between high and low music, music that can carry and fully express people's emotions is good music. A voice controller who can show the will of the boss on the battlefield and cooperate with the siege of the city is an excellent voice controller. But... Alas, but the growth of a sound control artist requires a long process, and it is not an overnight task to seek a breakthrough in the creation of sound control scores..."

Speaking of this, the woman behind the Sumeru seat seemed to remember the past again, and her words were full of embarrassment.

"So what I want to say to you little guy is... As a voice controller, you have to learn to protect yourself, and the most taboo is to brag about yourself without boundaries.

It is not surprising that the average sound control master has a sound control score, and even has the 'sound method' given by the teacher, even if some big people have hot eyes, but they will not necessarily snatch it if they hold their own identity or have some kind of fear. However, once you know that you have voice control abilities that are far beyond your identity, the consequences are completely different.

If you're a master of sound control, and you say that you created the music control, it's no problem at all, and no one dares to attack your idea. But what kind of place is this, how can the master of sound control fall into the netherworld so easily?

Then, others can draw two judgments. One is that you are bragging about yourself, and the other is that you may really be a peerless genius that you have not seen in 10,000 years..."