On the day of the recording, Zhong Dao sat in the preparation room with three other contestants, listening to the voices coming from another preparation room. In contrast, their side seemed extremely quiet. After the signal on the big screen was connected, several people watched in silence. The host, Liao Junge, was making an introduction. At this time, Bai Lu, the only female contestant in the group, said, "Everyone, come on." Talented people patted each other's shoulders, looked at each other to encourage each other, and the room felt a little angry.
"You don't need to be so depressed. Doesn't the instructor still hold a quota to save people?" Wu Xiao said with a smile, "Even if all of us are killed in battle, there will always be a lucky one who will stay."
This quota of saving lives can only be used when all the members are eliminated. It is more like the honor saving option set by the program group for the mentor. Normal people would not want to use it, but Sui Qingchi is not a normal person. Zhong Dao noticed that when Wu Xiao said this, the other two looked at him, as if he was sure that the person who was rescued by Sui Qingchi would be him, maybe when Sui Qingchi came to see his rehearsal that day, Wu Xiao had already Talked to the other two players. He had nothing to say about it, just looked at the screen without saying a word.
The test pictures of the four camera positions of the instructor appeared on the screen one by one. Zhong Dao looked at Sui Qingchi in the camera, and his mood was very complicated. Sui Qingchi was wearing a camel suede motorcycle jacket today, and was debugging the microphone on the spot. The staff came over and asked him carefully, Sui Qingchi stood up unhurriedly after listening, stepped out of the seat and turned around, the staff quickly adjusted the other wireless mics behind his waist, after the adjustment, Sui Qingchi Chi bowed his head and said "Hello" into the lavalier microphone. His voice was not loud, but his "Hello" could still be heard in such a noisy scene.
In the camera, the young king standing outside the seat is wearing light to whitish overalls jeans and short boots. The overalls are a bit low crotch, but because the proportion of the person wearing them is good, he still looks longer than others. Zhong Dao thought to himself that this kind of trousers might make his legs shorter if he wore them, so in fact, except for a certain angle of his face, which resembled Sui Qingchi, he couldn't match him at all. Sui Qingchi's being called the "Second Second" Heavenly King seems not unreasonable, he just stood there, from head to toe, from behavior to clothes, he was rebellious, he didn't know whether he was disdainful or yearning.
After the staff left, Sui Qingchi adjusted the lapels of his motorcycle jacket before sitting down. Then the stage lights changed and the competition officially started.
The host, Liao Junge, was doing the opening, reporting the names of the sponsors in a series. Zhong Dao didn't know how many times he would be arranged to play. All of them didn't know what to do. They hoped that the list of sponsors would be longer, and hoped that they would die sooner. Premature overbirth.
After a long opening, it finally entered the official PK match. The first player arranged by Tong Guandong was a female singer who was good at R&B, and the name displayed on Sui Qingchi's phone was Bailu.
Zhong Dao blinked, not knowing whether he was relieved the moment Sui Qingchi flipped over the phone or tightened his strings again. Bai Lu, who was sitting next to him, stood up, and he raised his head and said to her, "Come on!" ".
The first game was decided quickly, there was no suspense, and the voting result was a big score of 201:97. In the last two-group PK match between Teacher Mingzhu and An Jie, although An Jie's group also eliminated three players, everyone thanked An Jie when they left the stage, but this time Bai Lu only thanked her family members who were present.
Zhong Dao didn't know what Sui Qingchi's mood was like as a teacher in name, at least judging by his expression, he didn't care. He was almost indifferent during Bai Lu's singing, and even frowned several times. At this moment, the host even asked Sui Qing Even Chi said something to Bai Lu, and he seemed embarrassed.
The camera was still aimed at Sui Qingchi.
"That's it, I have nothing to say for now." Sui Qingchi said.
Zhong Dao heard Wu Xiao smile and said, "It's as if he will save her."
Bai Lu's speech was actually the curtain call. The gap between her and her opponent was so big, even if Sui Qingchi still had a spot to save someone, she probably knew in her heart that Sui Qingchi would not be able to use it on her. So although Sui Qingchi was right, it was indeed only a temporary end, but for Bai Lu and most of the people, this was a complete curtain call.
The second player to play was Jiayang, and only Wu Xiao and him were left in Jiayang's reserve game, and they were even more silent. Zhong Dao didn't care about Wu Xiao, and concentrated on watching the game. One of Jiayang and his opponent Muren was Tibetan and the other was Mongolian. But teacher Tong Guandong was really superior in song selection and arrangement. The songs that Muren sang After an ingenious adaptation, it seems to be tailor-made for his voice. Instead of repeating his usual routine of rough grassland atmosphere, it is as grand and melodious as traditional Chinese painting. In contrast, although Jiayang's performance is not worse than before, it lacks bright spots. Compete with each other.
At this time, Wu Xiao suddenly said: "Do you guess the next one is you or me?"
Zhong Dao looked at the screen without squinting, and said, "I can't guess."
Wu Xiao smiled, contemptuously and ironically.
The third player to play was Wu Xiao.
Although Zhong Dao doesn't like Wu Xiao, he has to admit that he is a capable rapper. Not only that, but he also has a good brother in the hip-hop circle to help him throughout the whole process, so the stage performance of this last stand is quite good, rap The part was steady and boring, and the opponent was a rock singer. Under the guidance of teacher Tong Guandong, he sang a cover of a metal song, and also added part of the rap. Uncertain results.
Rock and roll is not Tong Guandong's forte. Zhong Dao looked at Sui Qingchi who was on the mentor's seat. This is actually Sui Qingchi's forte, so it's not like Wu Xiao has no chance at all.
Finally, the host announced the voting result, 151:146.
The loser was Wu Xiao, only five votes short, and even Zhong Dao felt sorry for him. At the same time, he also felt sorry for himself, because it showed that Teacher Tong Guandong put the trump card at the end, and he had to face opponents who were stronger than the first three.
After Wu Xiao's votes were announced, the audience was very sad. The host Liao Jun patted Wu Xiao on the shoulder: "Although the votes are behind, I believe that everyone present will not think you are a loser. Do you have anything to say?"
Wu Xiao looked back at the number of votes on the screen, shrugged pretentiously, and said, "I am very satisfied with the result, because I won every vote by myself, thanks to my good buddies for giving me the votes." Help, I also want to thank my mentor..." There was a deliberate pause before continuing, "Mr. Tang Du, thank you for choosing me, and I am sorry that I failed your expectations. I am a person with high vision. I never felt that anyone was qualified to be my mentor, but you are my recognized teacher, no matter who else is... "
Wu Xiaoyue became more excited as he spoke, and the smell of gunpowder suddenly became stronger. Zhong Dao saw that Wu Xiao was still talking, but suddenly his voice could not be heard at the scene, probably because the program crew turned off the mic for him.
The camera framed Sui Qingchi, and Zhong Dao saw Sui Qingchi leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table, clasping his hands, looking at Wu Xiao coldly, but he didn't say a word.
The live recording was suspended, and the host was urging Wu Xiao to step down. Before stepping down, Wu Xiao yelled the last sentence to Liao Junge's Mai: "I know that the quota for saving lives cannot be used on me, and I don't care about it. I just I want to say that you may really be a Uranus superstar, but you are not qualified to sit in this position!"
Sui Qingchi finally opened his mouth, but there was also no sound. Zhong Dao was a little shocked, because the program crew dared to turn off Sui Qingchi's mic, and Sui Qingchi found that his face darkened instantly after being turned off, and he sat up straight. He got up, looked at the director team next to him, pointed to his neckline, and said with his mouth: "Turn on the mic for me."
You can't hear his voice, but you can accept that aura. The director team immediately turned on the microphone for him. The moment Sui Qingchi stood up, there was no sound in the audience, and even Wu Xiao's expression was a little stiff.
"You're right about one thing at least," Sui Qingchi said, "That quota won't apply to you. You can mess up your backhand and forget your words. You don't know anything about music theory. I still have to spend time sitting here and listening to a song. People who don’t know the big and small tunes can sing. I’m your mentor, so I’ll suggest you stop doing those fancy things, and listen to Jazz, Reggae more. The most advanced gameplay in rap is in it. Understand what upbea is. Dow, yback, syncopation, come diss me again."
Listening to this passage, Zhong Dao's face felt hot and painful. Sui Qingchi was talking about Wu Xiao's condition during a rehearsal in the promotion stage. In the interviews after that, Wu Xiao kept saying that he was not in a good state of adjustment, but obviously In Sui Qingchi's eyes, this is the embodiment of poor level. But in fact, compared with Wu Xiao, he really doesn't know anything about music theory. Even reading notation was taught to him by Fu Cuo, and he is not very proficient yet.
Wu Xiao's exit was so dramatic that Zhong Dao had no hope for his next match.
When he came to the stage, he looked in the direction of the relatives and friends seat. Although he was far away and no face could be seen clearly, he knew that person was there. This was the first time someone sat there for him, even if that person was Being distracted, dozing off, or playing with a mobile phone is better than being alone.
When the opponent sang first, he stood in the corner with his head down, and his mood gradually calmed down. He came to participate in this competition, naturally he wanted to win, but winning or losing doesn't seem to be so important now. If he didn't come to participate in this competition, he wouldn't know AK, who knew Fu Cuo, carefully savored those pictures, and found that these were the gifts of fate that he did not want to miss.
The two sides exchanged positions, and he took the microphone and walked to the center of the stage, throwing away all distracting thoughts, and sang the song "Beautiful".
On the eve of the competition, he received a call from Fu Cuo and asked him, "Did you sing in the original tune?"
He didn't know why, so he said yes, it was the original tune.
Fu Cuo hesitated for a while on the other end of the phone, and said, "But there are two places that don't need to be sung in the original tune."
Zhong Dao didn't notice it at all, because even if the new arrangement was sung according to the original version, there would be no problem. It wasn't until Fu Cuo pointed out to him that the last note of the verse needed to be sharpened, and the last line of section A of the chorus needed to be changed to a minor key. The song was originally sung like this, which is more like Sui Qingchi's original harmony singing method of "Beautiful", so even if he sings in the original tune, he can keep up with the accompaniment, but with this change, all arrangements will be better. Fit, emotions will be more intense. These changes, especially the transition of the chorus, are just in line with the hurricane passage of the guitar every time, which is a very finishing touch.
But he didn't know how Fu Cuo found out, and he never came to listen to his rehearsal.
Maybe it's because he knows too much about his meager music skills, so he reminds him...
He has no chance to rehearse, so he can only temporarily change his singing style during the competition.
But when he sang those inflections for the first time on the scene, he knew that it was really different, really really different... The eyes of almost every instructor on the scene told him that they were amazed by these few treatments. As a singer, if he has any contribution to this song, maybe there are only a few changes in singing that Fu Cuo told him.
There was only one person among the tutors, except Sui Qingchi's eyes, which he still couldn't understand.
In the final number of votes, the opponent won 161 votes, and he only got 139 votes.
When the instructor commented, An Jie was the first one to comment on him: "I feel a little regretful. With this number of votes, he actually has the courage to sing this song, because it is too difficult to surpass the original singer, and The original singer is here, so when the audience votes, they will subconsciously compare the original singer. In fact, it is not a good choice for you to choose this song... "
It was the first time Zhong Dao heard such a statement. He didn't think too much about it. He just liked it and sang it. From song selection to rehearsal, no one ever told him that it was inappropriate. Only at this moment did he realize how stupid and self-righteous he was.
The host asked: "Does Zhong Dao have anything to say?"
Holding the microphone, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he couldn't help looking in the direction of the relatives and friends seat.
The host then said: "By the way, it seems that some relatives and friends came to support you today, are you there?"
"Yes." Zhong Dao said, "He is my music teacher."
When he said this, his voice trembled a little. It turned out that this was gratitude. It was not just two words of twenty-nine strokes, but an uncontrollable emotion from the heart. Because a stranger, who was not obliged to do all this to himself, did it. He could only return "teacher" to the other party.
"Your performance must not have disappointed your teacher." The host patted him on the back reassuringly, then turned to Sui Qingchi, "Then does the teacher have anything to say to him?"
Zhong Dao withdrew his gaze and looked at Sui Qingchi, full of apprehension, but Sui Qingchi didn't speak for some reason, he frowned, and his gaze didn't seem to be on himself or the host. It's just that his sitting posture is not very relaxed, his body is too straight and stiff, and even his jawline is tense.
But it was different from the state when he fought back against Wu Xiao. Zhong Dao couldn't tell.
"Teacher Sui Qingchi?" the host asked again.
Fu Cuo sat in the dimly lit auditorium. He was in the third row. Although he was not far from the instructor's seat, he could only see the back of the instructor's seat. He really saw him, of course Sui Qingchi didn't know his existence from the beginning to the end. Originally, all of this had nothing to do with him, but he didn't expect that it would end up like this. When he came here, he clearly agreed with Zhong Dao not to mention him, so he pretended that he was not a relative or friend, but when Zhong Dao broke the agreement under such circumstances , and there is no way to blame him.
The host cueed twice before he heard Sui Qingchi's voice, and he said "very good".
This "very good" seems to be too far away, the text is not right, and even the host looks like he can't catch it. Although Sui Qingchi said "very good", everyone can hear that he is very serious Xin didn't really think there was anything good about Zhong Dao.
Because the four trainees were wiped out, the host reminded Sui Qingchi that he could use his human rights to rescue: "Do you want to use it?"
An Jie asked in surprise: "So it's still possible not to use it?"
The host let out an "uh" and said, "Theoretically, it can be used without it, but..."
But almost no instructor would give up using it, Fu Cuo said in his heart.
And Sui Qingchi's reply was: "I want to think about it."
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience.
Fu Cuo couldn't stand it anymore, enough was enough, he promised Zhong Dao to come to the scene, and he had persisted for nearly three hours. After listening to him sing the repertoire of the competition, he had done everything he could, and there was no need to suffer here anymore. This is Sui Qingchi and Zhong Dao's stage, not his. The audience was still whispering, he stood up, whispered "excuse me" and left the auditorium.
Just when he stepped out of the auditorium, Sui Qingchi said:
"I've thought about it, I want to use it."
Fu Cuo stopped suddenly.
The audience was in an uproar again, the host seemed to be saved, and hurriedly invited the three students back to the stage. Wu Xiao had already promised that he would not stay, and he would leave after the game. In fact, if he hadn't left, he would have been the most likely to be rescued, after all, he had the highest number of votes.
But it's not certain, Sui Qingchi, a second-year student in middle school, doesn't care what others think, even if Wu Xiao sings like Pavanotti, if he doesn't want to choose him, he won't choose him anyway.
There were countless thoughts in Fu Cuo's mind, which crashed into a mess, and he seemed to be stopped in the middle by Sui Qingchi stretching his legs, hesitating, he couldn't move because he didn't know what the next sentence would be.
"Who did you choose to save?" the host asked.
Fu Cuo heard Sui Qingchi's long breathing, maybe he stood up: "I know everyone's time is precious, it's not easy to find time to sit here for three hours, and I don't want to waste your time any longer. "
Fu Cuo's heart is like a mess, he shouldn't think about it, look forward to it, just leave. After he was so convinced but was severely beaten in the face, Sui Qingchi's words should no longer have any influence on him...
But I don't know why, but I still have thoughts, I'm still not reconciled, I still can't learn, I really turn a deaf ear to his voice...
"Come on." Sui Qingchi's voice came loudly from the direction of the stage sound through the microphone, "The adaptation of "Beautiful" is very good."
There was a tidy gasp, followed by bursts of unconcealed excited applause.
Fu Cuo's heart felt like he had jumped a bungee jump off a cliff, and was pulled up by Sui Qingchi just as he was about to be sucked into the vortex. He turned his head in disbelief, and Sui Qingchi got up and stood between the tutor's seats, and he stretched out his hand to Zhong Dao.
The young man couldn't believe it just like himself, he also hesitated in the applause, but he finally walked in front of Sui Qingchi.
Sui Qingchi was 1.86 meters tall, and he was still standing on the steps, which made his inherent arrogance even stronger. When Zhong Dao came over, he stepped down the step and gave the boy a hug with a sense of distance.
Zhong Dao was so flattered that he hardly dared to touch Sui Qingchi with his raised arms.
Fu Cuo heard the almost boiling sound at the scene, and for Sui Qingchi's hug, the applause was unscientifically warm. It's just a hug. This kind of scene has been staged countless times on "The Strongest Voice on the Surface", but Sui Qingchi's hug is the first time. He hasn't even hugged his own fans. This is his stage." "Virgin Hug", people looked excited, as if they had just confirmed that Sui Qingchi had the ability to hug someone.
Fu Cuo turned and left the studio. The scene behind him was still immersed in this small climax. After leaving the CBS building, it was freezing outside. He seemed to have returned to reality from an unreal dream. There is also a huge echo.