Probably because of the need to compete with the strength group, Qiao Yichen's special training in the evening also added the part of singing the contestants.
Qiao Yichen interrupted Ding Meng's song "Missing" after only a quarter of the song: "Your singing now pays too much attention to skills, and skills are only a means of assisting singing, but you are putting the cart before the horse."
Ding Meng paused, looked at him and said, "Gu Xin said the same to me today."
Qiao Yichen's eyebrows moved: "Gu Xin?"
Ding Meng nodded: "Yeah, he also came to the TV station to record the show today. I used to think that he was just a good singer, but I didn't expect people to be better. He didn't even know me, so he pointed out songs for me." She said here, There was a bit of excitement in his tone, "I was so surprised at the time that I forgot to tell him thank you. I wanted to tell you this when I came back, but I'm afraid you think I'm showing off."
Qiao Yichen laughed: "What do I need you to show off? Show off that you helped him record songs?"
Ding Meng: "..."
Well, she forgot that her dog Dan is a big producer, and the statistics are not how many stars she has seen, but how many stars she has scolded and cried.
Qiao Yichen glanced at her, squinted slightly and said, "Do you like Gu Xin very much?"
It stands to reason that the music style that Ding Meng likes is 108,000 miles away from Gu Xin's music, so he shouldn't like him, right
Ding Meng blinked her eyes and said, "I used to think he was handsome and sang well, but because I don't like rock, I didn't pay much attention to him. But after today's events, I've already become a fan of him. Yes! I bought his new album "Out of Control" when I came back!"
Qiao Yichen: "..."
He glanced coldly: "If he wasn't so handsome, would you still be so easily fanned?"
Ding Meng said: "You didn't say it, most people are mortals who look at their faces."
Qiao Yichen: "..."
"By the way, he still told me today that singing is like practicing martial arts in ancient times. You have to forget your moves to become one with your sword. Unfortunately, I haven't understood it yet."
Hehe, the unity of the human and the sword, is there still a flying immortal from the sky? Qiao Yichen's tone was very disdainful: "He has read a lot of martial arts novels."
Ding Meng frowned and stared at him, seemingly dissatisfied with what he said about her new idol: "I think what he said is very reasonable, don't you also say that I pay too much attention to skills now?"
Good, glaring at him for other men. Qiao Yichen exhaled and smiled at her: "Don't talk about other men in my room."
Ding Meng choked: "...The agreement says that everyone can have their own emotional life."
Qiao Yichen said, "It was also stated in the agreement that people cannot be brought home."
Ding Meng's mouth twitched: "But I just mentioned him!"
"It's been bad, I think it's all about him in the air."
Ding Meng: "..."
"And you still want to have a relationship with him? Have you counted how many followers he has on Weibo?"
Ding Meng: "...Okay, let's continue singing."
I still sing "Missing". When I don't know how to sing, it's very difficult to sing skillfully. After mastering the singing skills, it's even more difficult to return to the basics. Ding Meng stumbled and sang, and sang a song to pieces.
Qiao Yichen looked at her and said, "Don't deliberately use skills, don't deliberately use skills, forget about skills, and sing with your intuition."
Ding Meng frowned: "Intuition?"
"Well, when you don't deliberately think about where you need to use what skills, but when you sing there, you sing it naturally. This is intuition."
Ding Meng suddenly said, "Man and sword are one!"
Qiao Yichen's eyes flashed again: "Don't talk about other men in my house."
Ding Meng: "..."
She mentioned people, and he made up his own mind about men.
She pursed her lips and said to Qiao Yichen, "But will this realm you mentioned be too difficult?"
"It's really too difficult for you now, so what you have to do now is to focus more on the emotion of the song rather than the singing skills."
"Oh." Ding Meng felt that she had to watch "Acacia Sea" again tonight.
After the special training, she huddled in the room and counted how many fans Gu Xin had on Weibo. The phone on the computer table rang, and it was Jiang Nanqing, who would regularly check her presence.
Ding Meng picked up the phone. Before she could speak, Jiang Nanqing said excitedly, "Meng Meng, have you watched the quarterfinals tonight!"
Jiang Nanqing's voice was very loud, as if it was outside. Ding Meng tilted her head and poked a finger on the keyboard: "It's so embarrassing to watch yourself on TV."
"You can't say it like this. You can find your shortcomings by looking at your own performance on stage."
Ding Meng nodded, feeling that it made sense. Jiang Nanqing said again: "You know, the TV in the Chuanchuan store has been showing your game today, everyone is watching while eating the skewers, and even your grandma is here! You didn't see it, when you advanced She laughed so hard in front of Grandma Liu."
Ding Meng: "..."
"Oh, by the way, Xiao Zhuozi and I are going to set up a fan group for you. How about it's called Xiao Lemon? You are the lemon master, I am the left guardian, and Xiao Zhuozi is the right guardian!"
Ding Meng: "...you just have to be happy."
Jiang Nanqing's happy laughter came: "The proprietress of the Chuanchuan store said that she wanted to invite you to eat chuanchuan, and she even set up a private room for you. When are you free?"
Ding Meng was about to put on her shoes when she heard that she was invited to eat the skewers, but she finally endured: "Uh, wait for me to finish the game, Qiao Yichen said that eating too much spicy food is bad for my throat, so I want to protect my voice. voice."
"Oh, well, let me tell the boss, you must come after the game."
"Don't worry, I'll run over there."
Jiang Nanqing: "... Well, I believe it."
After the rehearsal on the second day, it was customary to draw lots. The confrontation between the popular group and the strength group this time can be described as very cruel, because after the two contestants from one group have finished singing, the judges will select the contestants who advance to the top four.
Liao Qian once expressed dissatisfaction and questioned why she was not voted for the promotion, but no one paid any attention to her.
"I hope I don't draw Tang Shiran later, Amen." After Liao Qian prayed beside Ding Meng, the staff called her name.
She walked to the lottery box, reached in and fumbled around for a while, and finally took out a red note.
The staff looked at the strength group that had already drawn lots and asked, "Who drew red just now?"
"Me." Tang Shiran held up the red note in his hand, and Liao Qian's eyes went black again.
"Okay, record it, Liao Qian and Tang Shiran are a group."
Ding Meng looked at Liao Qian sympathetically.
"Next, Ding Meng."
Tang Shiran was taken away, and Ding Meng was actually relieved. She put her hand into the lottery box and took out whichever she touched.
"Blue." She raised the note in her hand and looked at the strength team. This time, before the staff asked, someone took the initiative to stand up.
"it's me."
When Mu Shuang's voice came out, Ding Meng felt that she was too naive to breathe a sigh of relief early.
After the lottery ended, Liao Qian and Ding Meng walked back together, and the whole person was gloomy and gloomy: "The two of us are too miserable, I heard that Mu Shuang is the producer's niece, maybe she has already made an appointment. champion."
Thinking about it this way, she felt better, because even if Tang Shiran pushed her down, she wouldn't be able to win the championship.
Ding Meng wasn't sure if the rumors about Mu Shuang were true, so she didn't speak. Liao Qian automatically thought she was too sad to talk.
At dinner, Ding Meng still looked preoccupied, Qiao Yichen couldn't stand it any longer and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
Ding Meng thought for a while, and asked him as if to verify, "Do you know if Mu Shuang is the producer's niece?"
Qiao Yichen raised his eyes and glanced at her: "You got Mu Shuang?"
"Um… "
"Oh." Qiao Yichen nodded indifferently, "She is indeed Producer Mu's niece."
Ding Meng: "..."
She considered her words and asked politely, "Then... have you received any notice?"
Qiao Yichen smiled: "What notice? The notice to let Mu Shuang be promoted directly?"
"Uh..." Ding Meng avoided his gaze, "After all, her aunt is a producer."
Qiao Yichen didn't care: "Then your husband is still a judge of the competition."
Ding Meng: "..."
That being said, it seems to be true, ah. So this game will eventually become a backstage competition? But the judges of the competition should not have as much power as the producers, right? Well.
She looked at Qiao Yichen for a while, then shook her head and said, "Which one has more say in the judges and producers?"
Qiao Yichen's eyebrows rose: "Are you questioning your husband's ability now?"
Ding Meng smiled and said: "Of course not, my husband is the most capable."
Qiao Yichen: "..."
It's her husband's slaying stunt again.
He coughed dryly and took a sip of the water from the glass next to him: "At least so far, I haven't received any notice."
Ding Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Qiao Yichen put down the water glass, looked at her and said, "Do you think that you will definitely be able to advance without using the relationship between Mu producer?"
Ding Meng: "..."
Well, welcome to Poison Tongue Time.
Qiao Yichen: "If you've heard Mu Shuang sing, you should have a good idea. Let's not talk about her singing skills. You can't compare to her music literacy alone."
"I know." Ding Meng lowered her head to eat rice. She also knew that Mu Shuang could write and play and sing very well, but the competition was going to be played tomorrow. Even if he didn't want to say something encouraging, he didn't need to pour cold water on her.
"Are you ready for tomorrow's outfit?"
"Hmm..." Ding Meng bit her chopsticks, and she made her mind up her little dress that was pressed at the bottom of the box.
Qiao Yichen glanced at her: "You can tell from your appearance that you are not ready. I have prepared it for you. In my room, I will bring it to you after training."
"Ah... Then it's not that I owe you more and more money." It's not that she doesn't want to prepare, but she doesn't have a job now, so she doesn't dare to spend money like this.
Qiao Yichen laughed: "I said that I accept meat compensation."
Ding Meng took out the screamer she carried with her and put it on the table, Qiao Yichen lowered her head and laughed.
During the special training, Ding Meng sang the song "Missing" again. Although there has been progress, Qiao Yichen is still dissatisfied: "If you still sing like this in the competition tomorrow, unless Mu Shuang makes a mistake, I will Won't vote for you."
Ding Meng: "..."
She looked at Qiao Yichen for a while and said, "Can I get a divorce early?"
I can't get through this day.
Qiao Yichen held his hands and looked at her with a smile: "No."
Ding Meng glared at him and followed him down to get his clothes. What Qiao Yichen prepared this time was a long red dress with a very elegant material.
"Wow, so beautiful! Thank you Dog Dan!"
Qiao Goudan let out a breath and decided not to care about her for the time being: "Come on for tomorrow's game."