Ding Meng didn't want to talk to Qiao Yichen.
She sat alone in the room, listening to the record of "Early February Flowers" that Qiao Yichen just gave her.
The high pitch of the chorus part of this song is indeed as Qiao Yichen said, and it is different from the ones she sang before. With her current singing skills, treble and explosive power should not be a big problem, but she just doesn't know whether her breath is stable or not.
Alas, the lung capacity is still not large enough, it seems that the intensity of physical training needs to be increased.
Ding Meng listened to it a few more times, then turned off the computer and went to sleep.
During the second day of training, she told the teacher that she planned to sing "Early February Flowers", and the teacher was stunned. After he recovered, he sincerely persuaded her to sing another song: "After all, this is the final, it's better to sing what you are good at."
Ding Meng comforted him and said, "It doesn't matter, this is just a game. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, what matters is that I want to see more possibilities for me through it."
teacher:"… "
Since the players are so open-minded, he has nothing to express.
Later, he asked Ding Meng to sing "Early February Flower" to him. After listening to it, he thought, maybe it is not impossible for Ding Meng to sing "Early February Flower". Her voice condition is there, the treble can easily go up, and the explosive power is also practiced, even the breath, can't keep up with her pitch and explosion, so it will appear weak in the follow-up.
"Your key exercises during this period are the control of lung capacity and breath. Singing is a physical activity, so you still need to exercise more."
Ding Meng nodded and said, "I know, thank you teacher."
Then Ding Meng was running, inhaling and exhaling while the other contestants were practicing their competition songs. The teacher was very relieved to see her calm down so much. After all, the practice of basic skills is the most boring, and it is also the most test of a singer's patience, not to mention it is still in this extraordinary period before the finals, it is even more valuable for her to calm down.
These exercises may not show any change for a while, but like a transformed butterfly, the moment it breaks out of its cocoon will surprise everyone.
After the five-day training, the person in charge of the program group called them together again and held a small meeting: "Tomorrow will start the rehearsal, although there are only four players this time, we still provide you with a two-day rehearsal. Time, I hope you can play better when you play."
She said and distributed the rehearsal schedule. Ding Meng looked at the arrangement. Tomorrow morning, four people will rehearse together. The main purpose is to smooth the process. For the song part, they only need to sing the first song. Starting tomorrow afternoon, everyone will have an hour-long rehearsal every half-day, and other players will not be able to watch.
It seems that the program team wants to keep the secret work to the end.
Ding Meng was actually a little worried, would Tang Shiran also sing "Early February Flowers"? After all, she is a fan of Sima Xiaoxiao. But she was worried and worried, she couldn't go to verify, she could only try to make herself sing better.
After the person in charge finished the rehearsal arrangement, he talked about another thing: "In this final, you can invite your own family and friends to come and cheer for yourself. The relatives and friends of each contestant can't exceed ten people, and the studio will give them to you. They arrange special seats for the family and friends group, but they cannot participate in the voting. The candidates for the family and friends group are up to you. I have the entry ticket for the competition here. You come to me to get ten seats per person. Entry rolls in."
Ding Meng actually didn't want it. Just because Jiang Nanqing and the others watched her game on TV, she was already embarrassed, and she even came to the scene...
But the other players went to get the admission ticket. If she didn't get it, she would be the only one without a group of relatives and friends, which seemed a bit pitiful.
So she went up to get the admission ticket, and called Jiang Nanqing when she was about to go back.
In the evening, it was still guitar and vocal training. Qiao Yichen was about to ask Ding Meng to sing "Flowers in the Early February" when Ding Meng's phone vibrated on the table.
Ding Meng didn't even look at it, she said to Qiao Yichen, "It must be Jiang Nanqing. There is a "Voice of Heaven" competition tonight, so she must be here again to gain a sense of existence."
Qiao Yichen nodded and said nothing, Ding Meng ran over to answer the phone: "Nan Qing..."
"Ding Meng, Mada, I want to break up with you! You actually made me cry! Do you know how beautiful it is to cry like an idiot in the Chuanchuan store!"
Qiao Yichen heard Jiang Nanqing's roar from far away, and smiled lightly.
Ding Meng said, "I made myself cry, it's not even more stupid..."
Jiang Nanqing agreed: "It makes sense."
Ding Meng curled her lips: "By the way, today the program team told us that we can invite relatives and friends to the scene when the finals are held. The number of people is limited to ten people. I have already delivered the admission ticket to you, with the specific time and address on it. ."
The sudden good news stunned Jiang Nanqing. She paused for a while before covering her heart and said, "You mean I'll be on TV too?!"
"… Hmm." The cameraman probably gave them a second or two of footage.
Jiang Nanqing was overjoyed: "This is my first time on TV! No, I have to dress up! Oh, by the way, I will also call the little lemons and support you together!"
"Don't..." Don't.
However, Jiang Nanqing has hung up the phone.
It's over, she can already foresee what kind of neurosis will appear on the day of the game.
Jiang Nanqing usually looks very reliable, but once he goes crazy...
No, she still shouldn't scare herself.
She put down the phone and asked Qiao Yichen next to her, "Do you need me to sing "Early February Flower" once?"
Qiao Yichen thought for a while, and then changed his mind: "No need, I have already said what I need to say. The key depends on how well you practice and how well you perform on the spot."
After these several competitions, he found that Ding Meng seemed to be a live player. Every time he came to the scene, he sang better than when he usually practiced.
"Although your focus has been on "February Flowers" recently, the first round of songs can't be left behind."
"I know that I practice every day, and the teacher also helped me re-arrange the music. I will wait for the live rehearsal tomorrow to see the effect."
Qiao Yichen nodded: "That's good, be careful when rehearsing, you can find a lot of shortcomings."
"Good!"
At the rehearsal scene, although the official competition has not yet arrived, there is still a faint smell of gunpowder smoke among the four players. This week's training is all closed, and no one knows how much the other party has made this week. We can only see a clue through the collective rehearsal in the morning.
It's a pity that during the rehearsal, everyone deliberately concealed their strength, and no one did their best to sing, but Tang Shiran still faintly noticed that Ding Meng, who was singing on the stage, became more stable than before. She sings now, more relaxed than ever.
Could it be that she has been practicing basic skills this week? But it doesn't make sense, the competition is just a few minutes of performance on the spot, and only sing a certain song well, in fact, there are some tricks.
Qiao Yichen also came to watch the morning rehearsal today. When he came in, it happened that Ding Meng was singing. Listening to her singing now, she has improved her basic skills. It seems that she has been practicing really hard this week.
He walked to the edge of the stage, no one noticed him, everyone was attracted by Ding Meng's singing.
Just when Ding Meng sang the last stanza, Qiao Yichen suddenly found a small effect light dangling on Ding Meng's head, and a dazzling light flashed past his eyes.
In the next second, the lamp broke away from the stage and fell straight down.
"Be careful!" He rushed onto the stage without thinking, at an astonishingly fast speed. Ding Meng didn't know what was going on, but she felt that she was being protected in her arms and fell to the ground, and a pair of powerful hands around her waist strongly encircled her.
She was lying on the ground in a daze, the weight of the person on her body made her a little breathless. The sound of the broken glass and the screams of the crowd seemed to be far away from her, but the gentle words of the person on her body came into her ears with great clarity.
"Are you all right?" Qiao Yichen raised his arms, slightly pulled away from her, and leaned over to stare at her.
tick.
A drop of blood ran down Qiao Yichen's forehead, just dripping onto Ding Meng's face. Then, more and more blood dyed Ding Meng's eyes red.
Ding Meng's eyes were full of tears, and she was so panicked that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence: "I, I'm fine, but you..." was bleeding.
Qiao Yichen smiled at her as if relieved, very shallow: "You're fine..."
These words seemed to have used up the last strength on his body, he fanned his long eyelashes twice, slowly closed his eyes, and lay on Ding Meng's body.
"Call an ambulance, hurry up!" The staff helped Qiao Yichen from Ding Meng and took emergency measures to stop the bleeding. Some other staff came over, helped Ding Meng up, and asked worriedly, "Are you alright? Is there any injury?"
Ding Meng had a lot of blood on her body. They didn't know if it was her or Qiao Yichen's.
"I'm fine..." Ding Meng shook her head and walked to the unconscious Qiao Yichen, tears rolled down her eyes, "How is he?"
The staff next to her who helped Qiao Yichen stop the bleeding said quickly: "He was hit by a light. Fortunately, it was only a small light. The ambulance will come soon, so it shouldn't be a big problem."
How could it be okay to bleed so much? Ding Meng felt that it wasn't him who was injured, so she wouldn't feel pain, right? Fortunately, the ambulance came very quickly, and Qiao Yichen was quickly transported away.
The morning rehearsal had to be interrupted because of this incident, and all the staff of the stage art team and props team were busy checking and reinforcing the lighting props on site.
The program team specially arranged a staff member to accompany Ding Meng. Although she was not injured, she must have been frightened. She accompanied Ding Meng to the bathroom to wipe the blood off her face, and Ding Meng rushed out.
The staff quickly caught up: "Where are you going?"
"Hospital!"
The staff was worried about what happened to her, so they chased after her and shouted, "We have people from the show team to accompany Qiao Yichen, and we have already notified his family. It will be alright, don't worry!"
Ding Meng didn't look back and said, "I'm worried that I have an internal injury, so I'm more relieved to have a checkup!"
staff member:"… "