MTL - How Can I Get Confused with the Top?-Chapter 33 Tears all over

I don't know if it's a semi-final arrangement. The first seven contestants entered the voting session after the singing, and then the jury said a few words, but the results were not announced.

Therefore, the players were a little flustered. Those who played had no bottom, and Chu Zhi, who didn't play, also had no bottom. He knew what he was going to face, but when he came, he couldn't calm down.

A similar feeling, like an uncle once a month, hoping it will come but not wanting it to mess up.

"My performance professional jury gave me the highest rating, and the advantage lies in me." Li Xingwei met Chu Zhi on the way back to the assembly hall.

"Looking forward to your performance." Li Xingwei gave a positive smile with a hearty smile.

"thanks."

Taking a deep breath and arriving at the waiting area, Chu Zhi's nervousness was visible to the naked eye, even the music partners who were not sensitive to emotions felt it.

"Mr. Chu, I will always be your little fan and support you." Wei Tongzi wanted to say a lot to comfort him, but he couldn't say anything when it came to his mouth.

Many people are the same as Wei Tongzi, who can speak well at ordinary times, but in the face of important people or confrontation, they can't say anything, especially when they lose a quarrel, and after calming down, they feel that they have a lot to say.

"With you as my fan, I have gained a lot of courage." Chu Zhi's inner nervousness was not reduced by half, but he said so.

The host Gu Nanxi introduced that when Chu Zhi appeared on stage, it seemed that the atmosphere had changed from summer to severe winter in a short while, and the waving light sticks, cheer cards and applause disappeared.

The auditorium was covered in darkness. The giant beast in the abyss opened its mouth and looked into the unseen food belt through its throat. I don't know how many lives it devoured.

Very quiet, no cheers, not even polite applause, perhaps it shouldn't be called quiet, silence is more in line with the current scene.

When facing the serious attention of others, people will feel the pressure, not to mention the stares of hundreds of people. The moment Chu Zhi stood at the center of the stage, he felt overwhelming pressure. Medusa's stare was no more than that. Being petrified, I subconsciously wanted to raise the microphone in my hand to say something to break the pressure, but my arm was stiff and I couldn't do it.

In the past, when Chu Zhi was watching the news, he saw that the old singer at a certain music festival made mistakes in his performance because of the audience in the audience. He still thought that the stage was the stage and the auditorium was the auditorium. question?

At this moment, Chu Zhi clearly understands that one can't stand and talk without backache, otherwise, sooner or later, his waist will flash. "I'm Really a Singer" is announced by the contestants themselves. The contestants do not speak, and the scene is more solemn, just like the cement floor is about to dry up. dignified.

"Kuroshio!" Two words popped into Gu Nanxi's mind. She was the host and wouldn't say anything in this environment.

The method used by European and American fans to retaliate against the singer spread to the small country on the Korean peninsula.

"Who did it? It seems to be abandoned by the audience and disgusted by the world. It's too terrifying." Gu Nanxi thought to herself, the two steps back subconsciously were serious, and it felt too suffocating for her.

In the assembly hall, even if you look at the shot, the depression is clearly conveyed.

"Are they against Chu Sang? Why are they doing this? It's unfair to the singer." Heng Kouyi is most familiar with the Kuroshio. His favorite senior (uncle handsome) suffered from depression due to the two Kuroshio concerts. , insisted on seeing a psychologist for three months and committed suicide by cutting his wrists.

Two small psychological knowledge points, in the case of severe depression, it is generally only controlled by drugs, and the greater role of the psychological counselor is the intervention of severe depression and mild depression. People who have succeeded in cutting their wrists to commit suicide are really desperate, because cutting their wrists will not kill them. Death is a shock caused by excessive bleeding. There are many opportunities to regret during the long wait for death.

Hou Yubin frowned. He didn't like that there were so many idiots in singing shows. Who would not know the contestants present, without the acquiescence of the organization and the column group, the Kuroshio would not have been established.

"This kind of environment has a great impact on singing." After Hou Yubin finished speaking, realizing that the words were too lighthearted, he added: "The environment is almost turbulent, the army is near the city, and it is a close call. Even for me, it is difficult for me to play half the level in this kind of situation. ."

The contestants were ranked according to their singing skills, and Hou Yubin was the first. Even Li Xingwei, who was a bright boy with his eyes on the top of his head, admitted that it would be difficult for him to surpass him within a year or two.

People can't feel the same way. Li Xingwei is even more. He understands the horror of the Kuroshio, but it doesn't feel like it. If it is him, it will blow up the field every minute.

Zhang Yingying said that she was shivering. The most terrifying thing in her career was the boos when she first debuted, but in a certain aspect, black silence is more terrifying than boos, because you don't know what you are going to face.

"It's too bad. The audience invited for this column is not good, and the jury is also uneven." Yang Guiyun's words aside from the grievances, the key is that the audience who sang the famous work earlier did not give good feedback.

The music partners pretended to be deaf and dumb, and things were not something that little people like them could discuss, even if one of the music partners was a veteran of Mango TV.

"If it's me, I didn't die on the spot, then it can only prove that I'm still alive." Lin Xia only muttered to herself in a voice that she could hear.

The contestants in the lobby were talking, and it had been a minute or two since Chu Zhi was still sticking like a wooden stake, which could be regarded as a performance accident.

"Backlight, I'll bring an original song." Chu Zhi opened his mouth. He overcame the rigidity of his limbs. The panic in his brain at the beginning turned into the calmness of a bystander now.

"Band teacher, and chorus teacher, I'm ready."

Chu Zhi had eight hundred people alone, and the prelude to "Backlight" sounded. The piano prelude isn't catchy, but it's exceptionally clear against the cool background.

"Maybe I've always been afraid of having an answer, maybe love is quietly spinning in the wind."

The answer is a little trembling with swirling and unsteady breath. Unsteady breath and vibrato are two different things. The former is lack of skill, and the latter is deliberately creating a setback, but pay attention to what the 90% sound of despair blessing is.

At the beginning, when Chu Zhi sang the first sentence, he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. Hou Yubin secretly cried out in his heart that it was a pity that he was overwhelmed...

"Leaving and letting go, it's very short and then come back again."

"Sometimes I ask and answer myself, I don't want to break us up with difficulty."

"I blame myself for being so incompetent, and regret not arriving."

"I'm still scared after hugging, pushing you away and I'm still staying."

In the original version, Stefanie Sun sang positively, as if a young girl was talking about her past. She was a little playful and not sad. Chu Zhi's singing was completely at the other extreme, and her singing seemed to unfold a picture scroll.

There is a little-known landscape painter in the Netherlands. The reason why he left his name in the world is that he helped Monet and painted the "Road to Saint-Sèvre". This road is one of the oldest streets in Paris. Malaria and the surrounding chaos, the streets of happiness in his paintings are like hell.

With the help of her singing, Chu Zhi was scolded by the whole network, and fans sang all the grievances of stepping back.

The picture depicted by the singing is **** on earth, and others are hell. The singing can tell that netizens who don't know him want him to die, and the little fans who once supported him think that he is deceiving the world, or vent his anger, or casually, or follow the big ones. Flow, or harbor resentment, or stand up for justice...

"There was a ray of light, and at that moment, what was the pain that dazzled the eyes."

Is there any light in the auditorium? Only darkness.

Only pain, no dazzling.

"Your sight is understanding, why are you reluctant to extinguish it?"

The eyes of the 800 spectators were gloating, serious, contempt, and no understanding!

"I turned against the light but saw it. It was tears, and I didn't want to resist it."

"Faced with hope, against the light."

"The place where I feel love exists is always by my side."

Without light, how can we talk about backlighting? Reality and singing cannot be said to be exactly the same, but they are also unrelated, forming a strong division!

Makes the audience feel as if their hearts are about to be crushed.

There were tears in Chu Zhi's eyes, but the tears did not fall, as if he was suffering the heavy blow of life. He sang songs of despair, but still gave people hope.

There was only the Kuroshio at the scene, not a place where love exists. Chu Zhi's singing still wants people to believe that even if there is no love around me, there must be, definitely!

The soft piano background, complemented by strings, the classical acoustic guitar, snare drum, and the gentle harmony also seem to be affirming love and hope.

The band teacher and the harmony troupe teacher cooperated tacitly. Even if the song was temporarily changed a few hours ago in the afternoon, nothing went wrong.

"I don't want difficulties to break us up. I blame myself for being so brave. I regret that I didn't arrive. I was still scared after hugging."

"Push you away and I'll stay."

Looking straight ahead, facing the silent darkness, he still believes that there is light.

The scene was still silent, but different from the previous one, before singing was the professional quality of group performances, and they were required not to make a sound, so as to cause a black tide that oppresses people's hearts, and now it is substituted into the song.

All the girls in the auditorium began to sob and wipe away their tears. Fifty percent of the despair was to evoke the memories of the audience, while 90 percent of the despair made the audience's mind come to the image presented by the singer.

It sounds sinister, but when you think about listening to "Dao Xiang", it doesn't matter if you can understand what Jay Chou is singing, whether many people will have a picture of the country being happy and content in their minds, probably that's what it means.

Chu Zhi looked at it with certainty. His facial features could be called a modeling face, and his eyes were more heroic. The ancients used autumn water to cut pupils to describe them. His eyes were as clear and bright as autumn water. Described as clear and heroic.

With hope, never obliterate the yearning for light.

"There was a ray of light, and at that moment, what was the pain that was so dazzling, your gaze was understanding, why are you reluctant to put it out?"

"I turned against the light but saw it, it was tears, that power, I don't want to resist it any more." The voice of despair used 90%, and Chu Zhi was also engrossed in singing.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or not. The studio's door was closed and slowly opened, and the light from the outside shone in. Chu Zhi's singing pierced through the dark fog of the night!

"Faced with hope, against the light."

"The place where I feel love exists has always been by my side." When Chu Zhi was saying [love exists], he was looking at the eight hundred people in the auditorium.

Xiao Cun Tou bowed his head slightly. He was sitting in the seventh row. It was impossible to be seen, but he still did not dare to look directly at the person singing on the stage. A strange feeling filled his heart. It was obvious that he stabbed the star twice, and then the star not only No blame, and told him in a dying voice: the world is gentle.

Thinking of this, his eyes were a bit sour, and the indifferent face he wanted to keep couldn't hold back. He turned his head to look at Brother Ming, who had more acting experience, but...

Brother Ming whimpered, two lines of tears flowed, tightly closing his lips and holding back.

"??" Just as Xiao Cuntou was about to ask, he found that the two girls on the left side of the seat were crying like pear blossoms and rain.

At the end of the song, the accompaniment ended, and the sobbing in the Kuroshio became more pronounced.

"Thank you for listening to me sing quietly, thank you." Chu Zhi bowed and thanked the band and the harmony group.

As soon as the voice fell, the singer stepped down as if to set off the audience, not the roar of applause. The group performance really has professional ethics, and it is mainly a question of 200 yuan.

But Brother Ming and others cried so loudly.

"Ow..."

"Uuuuuu..."

"Hey..."

"Wow--"

There were 800 people in the audience, at least more than 300 people, nearly half of them wiped away tears, and at least a hundred people had red eyes.

The scene is quite tragic.

"Huh... The voice of despair is so domineering, 90% actually even sang to me and cried." Chu Zhi wiped his eyes, mainly singing out his grievances.

As for why the door of the studio suddenly opened, of course it was not a coincidence, it was Chu Zhi who entrusted Wei Tongzi to help before the competition.

"But what about the host?" Chu Zhi stood for a while~www.novelbuddy.com~ The lights went out, and the stage did not proceed to the next stage.

Gu Nanxi went to the jury and passed through the picture of despair, but her spirit has not yet returned to the world.

The only one with professionalism is the on-site photographer, who broke free from emotion and shot everything that should be shot, the crying audience, the stunned jury, and the door slowly opened in the song.

I also took pictures of things that shouldn't be taken. Chu Zhi carefully wiped away tears. This wave had to add chicken legs to the photographer.

About half a minute later, Gu Nanxi regained her senses and remembered her position as the host.

"Mr. Chu's performance will surprise everyone." Gu Nanxi said, "It's the performance effect I most want to achieve, a singing that incorporates the soul. I originally thought you were relying on your looks, Teacher Chu, but I didn't expect that you really rely on your strength. "

"Can you share, Mr. Chu, under what circumstances did you write this song? I think it's you who wrote the song." Gu Nanxi is the host's line card and doesn't have this sentence.

"I hope that those who listen to my songs, whether they hate me, hate me, or hate me, can be surrounded by light."

"Similarly, if you are expected too much in love and life, you can walk against the light." Chu Zhi said.

So gentle, Gu Nanxi felt like she was going to be bewitched by masculine sex.

"Backlight is the best original I've ever heard!" Gu Nanxi gave an excellent evaluation in excitement, and asked for a supplement at random: "This year is the best, I will go back and have a single cycle."

"If the song can give you encouragement, that's great." Chu Zhi said.

A reminder of the director's cue process came from the headset. Gu Nanxi knew that she could no longer chat, she said, "Then let's see the evaluation of the professional jury."

There were fifty people at the scene, and at least thirty of them wanted to be cued and wanted to comment on this stage.

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