The God of Songs starts from the live broadcast

Chapter 52
Zheng Fan's number plate is No. 441, and Zhang Yixing's is No. 442, which means that the two of them will accept the instructor's assessment together.

However, the number is relatively low, so now I can only sit in the stands and enjoy the performances of other contestants.

In order not to influence each other, the three mentors have put some distance between them.

Zheng Fan first chose Yu Chengqing's assessment to watch.

Although Yu Chengqing is nearly fifty years old, whether it is his mental state or his dress, he does not belong to the young guys on the field at all.

Cockscomb hair, motorcycle leather jacket, and the face of a mature man who has experienced vicissitudes, although there are some wrinkles, it does not prevent him from turning female contestants into little fans as soon as he comes out.

Yu Chengqing had a smile on his face, even if the player's strength did not meet his standards, he would still cheer him up with a smile and tell him to work hard.

In just 30 seconds, the fate of [-] contestants was decided.

From time to time, someone advanced or was eliminated, and then walked to the corresponding stand position.

Zheng Fan, who watched the assessment for a while, found that many contestants had very good basic skills.

It's just that the lyrics don't sound as stunning as it sounds.

In fact, singing skills have always been Zheng Fan's shortcoming. After all, he has not received professional training, nor has he specially studied it.

It is only with the help of the system and the characteristics of emotional rendering that the songs won by the lottery can be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

In fact, Zheng Fan most hoped to get the characteristics related to basic singing skills, such as pitch, rhythm, etc. Unfortunately, it backfired and he failed to get the characteristics he wanted after many attempts.

As the contestants finished one by one, there were many highlights.

For example, Zheng Jun, a long-established rock veteran, also appeared on the field.

Zheng Jun can be said to be the enlightenment of many young contestants present on the music road.

He used to have beautiful longings for life, career and love, but real life often made his dreams come to naught, and he was always contradictory, wandering between hope and disappointment.

The feelings of achievement and loss are very typical of this generation.

Zheng Jun expresses his true feelings boldly and plainly in his music.

This makes people who like him very fond of him. Similarly, there will be people who don't agree with Zheng Jun's style and criticize him.

But no matter what, his appearance brought a burst of excitement to the arena, and some young players even shouted hoarsely to express their excitement.

Undoubtedly, Yu Chengqing quickly gave Zheng Jun the place to advance.

Zheng Fan was also in agitated mood watching it, after all, in his last life, Zheng Jun could be regarded as the existence of a god in the rock and roll circle.

Although he does not have the famous songs of his previous life in this world, he is still a rock banner. As long as he is around, rock music will never fail.

"Wow, the old seniors are here, and I suddenly feel a little stressed. Brother Fan, are you under pressure?"

Zhang Yixing asked Zheng Fan softly with excitement still on his face.

Zheng Fan nodded and said, "Tsk tsk, who dares to say that meeting such a person is stress-free."

When the subject changed, Zheng Fanyu said earnestly: "It's good to be under pressure, but don't deny yourself too much. We who play music, if we see strong people, we will shrink back and have no energy. Then how can we make good music for the audience? right?"

Listening to Zheng Fan's words, Zhang Yixing nodded thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "Well, thank you Brother Fan."

Hearing Zhang Yixing's thanks, Zheng Fan just smiled, his face was calm, but his heart was laughing wildly.

Haha, I didn't expect that I would also teach Zhang Yixing this day, it's so cool.

The competition progressed very quickly, and one-third of the contestants had already left the field. Of course, their fates were different. The joy of promotion, the anxiety of being undecided, the disappointment of being eliminated, and the various aspects of life were vividly described.

There were also a few contestants who made Zheng Fan's eyes shine. Their basic skills are solid, and the lyrics are bright and deep. If they add an accompaniment, they will be an instant hit.

After stretching himself, Zheng Fan was going to change his seat and listen to Teacher Liu Huan.

However, one contestant's a cappella song temporarily made Zheng Fan stay where he was.

This female contestant was young, with dirty braids and colorful dyes. Zheng Fan estimated that she should be a hip-hop singer.

Zheng Fan had already listened to several male hip-hop singers, but this was the first time he saw a female hip-hop singer, so he decided to stay and listen to how they sang.

However, no matter how he looked at it, Zheng Fan felt that this woman looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Hello, teacher, can I start?"

"Yes, ok."

After a simple greeting, the female contestant cleared her throat.

"Thunderbolt's cultivation base has collapsed and the earth has fallen into the purple gold hammer.

Zidian Xuanzhen Flame Nine Heavens Xuanjian Shocking Transformation

The dark clouds are galloping on the battlefield, whistling in the mist and rain
Passionate since ancient times, spare and hate holding a crescent blade
 …”

As soon as the woman spoke, the players around who heard her voice paused, and then looked at her one after another.

Even Zheng Fan's eyes widened, his expression dull.

"That, Brother Fan, this is..."

Not to mention Zhang Yixing on the side, he is far away abroad, where has he come into contact with the culture of shouting wheat.

"Thunderstorm swallows mountains and rivers, fame and wealth are in the world
Zidian Jiugong gossip kills and hides between heaven and earth
The dark clouds, the Xuantian Bagua, and everything disappears in smoke
Laughing at the world of mortals holding crescent blades"

After a song was sung, the audience was silent, and then burst into laughter.

"What is this?"

"It's shouting wheat, there are many such in the barbarian video."

"I'm such a fucking dog, this thing can also participate in the competition? Doesn't it even have the most basic flow?"

Many players laughed and booed, which greatly reduced the sense of depression in the game.

"Shhh, we are original singers, this is not your song."

"Come on down, girl, hurry up and sit in the north stand."

The female contestant with dirty braids ignored the ridicule of the contestants on the field, but looked at Yu Chengqing with firm eyes, waiting for the result.

At this moment, Yu Chengqing was also a little at a loss, blinked her eyes twice, and then looked around, looking a little helpless.

He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. It was also the first time he heard Shout Mai. In fact, when he heard the second paragraph, he had a decision in his heart.

This is not in the category of music at all.

It sounds more like a poetry recitation.

Although the look in the eyes of the dreadlocked girl made him a little unbearable, but this must be a competition, so...

"Ah...it's great, keep going, sorry."

Yu Chengqing eliminated her!

The girl with the dreadlocks' eyes suddenly turned red. She pointed at the contestants watching the excitement in the stands and shouted: "Can you please shut up? You may not like it, but don't laugh at it. This is the sustenance of our calling Maishou, just like your so-called music." , are all thought out by myself, why do you laugh at them?"

"Let me tell you, one day, the popularity of our shoutout will surpass yours, and our fans will surpass yours, just wait and see!"

Such words caused the audience to be silent for a few seconds, and then the irritable old man uttered fragrantly: "Go to ****!"

"I won't listen to this even if I eat shit, go down quickly."

"Don't be ashamed, let's go, you're laughing to death."

Such remarks made the girl with dreadlocks burst into tears, and she even rushed out of the stadium.

"Hahaha"

……

The audience laughed and laughed, and even Zheng Jun had a helpless expression on his face, obviously he didn't like shouting.

"Brother Fan, do you like to hear this kind of... Shouting Mai?"

Zhang Yixing's good upbringing did not allow him to taunt, but it was obvious that his thoughts were the same as those of the audience.

I don't laugh at you, but I don't think this is music.

However, when he saw Zheng Fan's serious face, he thought Zheng Fan liked this type.

No way?No way?
(End of this chapter)