The God of Songs starts from the live broadcast

Chapter 89
inside the stadium.

“Let’s invite a live audience in!”

Following Mr. Hua's shout, [-] spectators began to enter one after another. The number of people this time was obviously much larger, and it took more than ten minutes to walk in.

It was the fifth round of competition recording for original singers, thirty to ten!
Su Linlin also held up a luminous light board with the word Zheng Fan printed on it, mixing with the audience.

"Sisters, you have really good eyesight."

A girl sitting next to her saw Su Linlin's light sign and greeted her with a smile.

Su Linlin turned around and looked around, and found that she was also holding a light sign of Zheng Fan. Not only her, but also the whole audience was holding Zheng Fan's light sign.

"Hey, hello, I think his songs are the best."

"Well, especially the song Across the Ocean to See You, it really made me cry."

Not long after, the two got into each other's company, chatting in the stands.

"Brother Fan, I...I'm a little nervous. There are too many people today, and my calves are weak."

Luo Jie's voice under the central stage was a little trembling. Even though he had participated in so many competitions and sang in front of so many audiences at once, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Relax a little, this is still an appetizer. You know, the audience will increase to 5000 people in the next game, and the final final will have a live audience of 1 people, and there will be a live broadcast on the entire network."

Zheng Fan disclosed to Luo Jie the process that he had known for a long time.

This time, Luo Jie was even more frightened, muttering in his mouth: "I think I will lose this match."

"You boy, have a little confidence, man, you can't say no!"

"Okay, now let's ask thirty contestants to draw slips of paper one after another to decide whether to become the champion!"

Hua Shao finished introducing the rules of the game, and then announced that the contestants began to draw notes.

Many contestants looked at each other, but they didn't choose to be the first to step forward, but Zheng Fan and Zhan Xiao looked at each other, smiled, and walked towards the cardboard box together.

They are going to draw the note together!
Hua Shao: "Okay, the first ones to come forward... are Zhan Xiao and Zheng Fan, let's wait and see if they will draw a note with an icon?"

"The results are out, let's take a look, Zhanxiao... the icon note!"

"Zheng Fan...is also an icon note!"

"Next, the two contestants are asked to choose whether to become the master. If they become the master, they will go to the right side of the stage. If they give up being the master, please go back to the original place!"

"Okay, both contestants Zhan Xiao and Zheng Fan have chosen to be the champions, which means that they have lost the opportunity to choose their opponents, and can only passively wait for others to challenge them!"

Zheng Fan and Zhan Xiao walked to the right side of the stage and watched the next contestant draw.

After a while, all the contestants were drawn, and there were ten champions and twenty challengers.

Roger, because he did not draw the icon note, became the challenger.

"Okay, now, let's invite the first challenger to come on stage and accept the challenge."

Hearing Hua Shao's words, Zheng Fan and Zhan Xiao looked at each other, and then Zheng Fan winked, indicating that Zhan Xiao should go first.

This is not only the arrangement of the program team, but also the meaning of Weiyu Platform. Now, Zheng Fan has completely understood the wishes of the program team, which is to make Zhanxiao famous with all his strength.

And the No.1 on the show must definitely be Zhan Xiao. Zheng Fan naturally has no idea of ​​competing with him. There is no way, his backstage is bigger than his.

The challenge started, and it can be seen that Zhan Xiao came prepared today, and the songs he chose to sing were all songs that could arouse the atmosphere of the scene.

And with the dancing in the singing, it fascinated one after another of the little fans.

Except for the long pussy point.

Zheng Fan secretly complained bitterly.

What a mother, a big man painted his face so pale, and even put on lipstick on his mouth!

In any case, Zheng Fan couldn't accept this kind of dressing up. Even when he put on makeup before going on stage, he just asked the makeup artist to do it for him.

However, this style is very popular among young girls. It can only be said that Zhan Xiao's company set him up as a creamy niche, a handsome boy.

No matter how much Zheng Fan complained about Zhan Xiao in his heart, his singing skills are still worthy of recognition. Coupled with the hot dance on the stage, he naturally successfully defended his title as the champion and successfully advanced to the top ten!

"Zhanxiao!"

"Brother Zhanxiao! I love you!"

"Ah, so handsome, sisters, I'm going to die!"

There were hundreds of female spectators in the arena holding Zhan Xiao's luminous light board. When they heard Hua Shao announce that Zhan Xiao had successfully advanced, they cried ghostly and howled, and some even shed tears of excitement.

Hua Shao: "Okay, let's invite the next challenger, Zheng Fan! Come on stage to accept the challenge!"

"Zheng Fan! Zheng Fan!"

"Zheng Fan!"

Compared with Zhan Xiao's fans, the fans who supported Zheng Fan were much more reserved. Although their voices were not as loud as Zhan Xiao's fans, nor were they as excited, they still made Zheng Fan feel very warm.

"Thank you!"

With a gentle thank you, Zheng Fan bowed to the audience.

"Hey, Brother Fan is so clever this time, let's make a judgment among those with discerning eyes."

In a corner of the stands, Xuan Xuan, who hadn't seen him for a long time, smiled and looked at the stage.

When Hua Shao announced that Zhanxiao had been promoted, he just raised his hands to express his excitement and did not express his gratitude to the fans in the stands at all. It really echoed that sentence, the more cold-blooded the idol, the more contemptuous the fans will be.

But Zheng Fan is different, among other things, I would like to express my gratitude to the fans.

Xuan Xuan has already considered what kind of title to use for the next report, maybe with the help of these two people, his traffic can increase a lot.

Zheng Fan stood on the stage and quietly listened to the No.1 challenger's singing.

It was mediocre, with no mistakes and no highlights, and could only score five points.

Waiting for the first challenger to stand on the edge of the stage, Zheng Fan walked to the center of the stage.

"I made this song a long time ago, but I have never sung it. Many friends may know that I am an anchor."

Zheng Fan looked at the audience and said slowly.

"As for this song, it should not be said that I made it myself, but through the joint efforts of my friends in the live broadcast room. We made it together. This song is the joint effort of all of us."

"Its name is..."

"Silk play!!"

"Silk play!"

Before Zheng Fan could say the name of the song, the audience in the stands had already shouted it out for him.

This song is Zheng Fan's thread-drawing play made by using the key words of the barrage screen capture!

"If there are audiences in the live broadcast room at the moment, please raise your hands, this song is for you!!"

Zheng Fan shouted loudly on the stage. At that moment, thousands of lights were focused, and he was the only protagonist.

"Laugh at who is proud of beauty, how can you match without heart~

The tinkling of bells is crisp and clear, and the lights between the curtains are dim~"

With the accompaniment, Zheng Fan's singing began.

Only this time, he didn't close his eyes tightly, but opened them, and with the accompaniment, he looked affectionately at a certain place in the stands.

"You and I are a perfect match~
It's the original sin without you, and it's a good match without the heart~
You are ragged and I paint, we walk side by side through mountains and rivers, you are haggard, I make you bright~"

This song is an ancient style song, but unlike other ancient style songs, there are more tonal turns in this song.

Especially the dramatic falsetto and the twist in the climax make people's hair stand on end unconsciously and give them goosebumps.

"You are wrong and I refuse to be right. You are ignorant and I am ignorant~

How can the fire in my heart be willing to let the soup stop the boiling, you withered and I never withered~

I don’t dare to be tired even if you’re tired, what can I use to warm you up for a thousand years, the wind and snow can make your hair turn gray in autumn~”

Although this song is not as explosive as Zhan Xiao's two, but under the characteristic of emotional rendering, everyone followed Zheng Fan's affectionate singing, as if they had returned to ancient times.

.........

When I was a child, I could see ghosts. On a snowy night, I met an old man with a puppet in his hand in a deserted temple.

The old man has white hair and shabby clothes, but his puppet is well-made and looks like a beautiful girl, with tears hanging from his eyes and eyelashes, which makes people fall in love with him.

The wind and snow outside were getting worse, so the two simply sat and warmed themselves by the fire. The old man said to himself: When he was young, he liked to watch puppet shows. In order to learn and study puppet shows, he wasted his time. After he learned it, he got older, but he also didn't care about it. more firm.

So I took puppet show as a profession. Although I enjoy myself, I have been wandering all my life, living in no fixed place, without a partner. The only company I have is the puppet. The old man was crying while talking. I comforted him and begged him to accompany him to do a puppet show. .

He held the puppet and performed in front of the three-foot red cloth. The puppet sang melodiously and looked forward. Although it was painted with sad makeup, it was beautiful. After the performance, the old man calmed down a little while holding the puppet.

But suddenly he said angrily: I have been in trouble all my life because of your mistake. It’s cold and I can’t even buy clothes. I’m so poor here, so I might as well burn you, so I threw the puppet into the fire. I couldn’t make it in time. To stop it, I could only stomp my feet and lament the puppet.

(End of this chapter)