A slightly weird melody was beating in everyone's eardrums.
Under everyone's gaze, Song Ci, wearing a funny clown costume and a clown mask, stood on the stage.
The cheers at the scene stopped immediately.
Instead, there was a shock!
Everyone was stunned by Song Ci's appearance.
"Fuck! Clown!!"
"This is a real clown, standing on the stage! Song Ci put his heart into it!"
"I like this outfit very much, how about the song?!"
"Fancy, this is a singing competition, not a dressing up competition!"
Feng Xipu stood on the side of the stage, holding his hands on his chest, looking blankly at Song Ci standing on the stage. There was no special expression in his eyes.
It was as if Song Ci's performance was completely in his heart and could not make any waves.
Suddenly, the music rose and fell sharply.
It was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart heavily.
It was as if an invisible giant hand suddenly grasped the blood of the audience, causing their breathing to be blocked!
【If someone asks me, I will tell it but no one will come】
[I was looking forward to it until I had no choice but to say something but it couldn’t be loaded]
【My mood is like a bottle waiting to be lifted】
[My mouth is growing moss]
The exaggerated clown was on the stage, holding a microphone. She lowered her head slightly and seemed to be telling everyone this little story.
Feng Xipu's eyes flickered calmly twice, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. The focus of his pupils was now completely on Song Ci - or in other words, completely on the clown on the stage.
Off stage.
Everyone sitting in the first row of the commentary booth moved forward one after another, as if there was an invisible force pushing them back.
This comes from the power of music itself.
A reviewer who was familiar with Cantonese nodded repeatedly: "As soon as these sentences came out, I could tell that the Cantonese of Song Ci is really very standard!"
"I didn't expect that the song lyrics were actually sung in Cantonese!"
"Awesome! This voice is really natural!"
[The quieter the crowd becomes, the more ignored they become.]
[If you want to cause an accident, you will suddenly sing loudly]
[Anywhere is like opening a four-sided table]
[Wearing the flashiest shirt and feeling very emotional]
[Remember to insert your pocket when someone comes to take pictures]
The audience at the scene showed expressions of listening to the song extremely seriously.
Either they nodded, or they shook their bodies gently to the music in excitement, or they just screamed.
Song Ci's opening of his voice greatly exceeded everyone's expectations.
"It's actually in Cantonese! The rumors are really true!"
"Wuhu! What an explosive song! I feel like my brain no longer belongs to me!"
"Ahhhh, I'm a fan of Feng Xipu, but... why do I think Song Ci's singing is so good! The writing is also great!"
Home.
The family of three all straightened up and sat on the sofa, staring at the TV with six eyes. They even forgot to take a deep breath.
Song Hongdou held a doll and stood up directly: "That sounds great! You must win!"
After listening to Feng Xipu's song just now, her face looked ugly.
Because this new song by Feng Xipu is very strong and explosive.
So Song Hongdou's heart has been hanging high. This is a very powerful opponent, and Song Ci is really easy to overturn.
Li Siyu's little face was full of nervousness, as if it was about to drip out.
Her teammates came over, saw her looking so seriously, and patted her shoulder gently, but she didn't react at all.
The whole person has been completely immersed in the game.
The cast of "I'm Not the God of Medicine".
Dozens of people were standing in front of the huge projection, but everyone looked quite relaxed.
"It sounds great. Teacher Song Ci's voice is really amazing!"
"When he returns to the set, we must invite Mr. Song to karaoke when we have time! We can't miss such a good opportunity!"
Tang poetry pricked up his ears, as if he wanted to hear every lyric of Song poetry in his heart.
Gu Jinghong's assistant brought her a glass of water, and she took it without turning her head, her eyes always fixed on the screen.
At this time, Song Ci was wearing a clown mask, and no one could see his expression.
In the main song part, the voice of Song lyrics is relatively low.
When everyone's eyes were drawn to him, the stage lights suddenly dimmed by half, as if a ray of sky light enveloped Song Ci.
All around him was darkness.
He was the only one singing.
Finally, the song lyrics reached the chorus!
He lifted his left hand to his face, took off the clown mask, and threw it behind him.
Immediately, a face with an exaggerated and funny smile appeared.
[You think I’m exaggerating? I’m exaggerating just because I’m scared]
[If it looks like wood or stone, will it be noticed?]
[Actually, I’m afraid I’ll be forgotten, so I’ll enlarge it and perform it]
The audience gasped, and the chimneys trembled slightly.
In the chorus part, backed by the most top-notch sound system at the scene, Song Ci's voice penetrated everyone's eardrums and rumbled in the deepest part of everyone's cerebral cortex, setting off wave after wave of turmoil and shock!
Feng Xipu's eyes suddenly widened.
He looked at the stage in disbelief, his movements became extremely exaggerated, as if he had really turned into a clown's lyrics, and he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.
At this moment, the number of people in the live broadcast room has already exceeded 100 million.
If the barrage is not specially set up, it will be so dense that the specific content of the stage cannot be seen at all.
"Fuck! Fuck, Fuck! DNA is shaking!"
"My scalp is numb! I haven't heard such a beautiful Cantonese song in years! The song lyrics are awesome!"
"The clown theme, Song Ci won, who is in favor and who is against?"
"Why doesn't the camera show Teacher Feng in a close-up? I really want to see what Feng Xipu's expression looks like when he hears Song Ci!"
Hearing the chorus, the tension on Song Hongdou's face suddenly disappeared.
From the current point of view, the stage performance of Song Ci's "Exaggerated" is simply impeccable!
Next, it depends on the audience, whether they know the product or not!
On the stage, the mood relaxed again.
It's like a skill cooling down period after a person vents all the anger in his chest.
Song Ci begins to sing the second verse of the verse.
His body became stiff, like a beginner's dance.
[That year, I stood like a slave at the dance of my eighteenth alma mater]
[At that time, I swore with tears that you must see me]
[There are too many ordinary and ordinary roads in the world]
【Which housing estate do you live in...】
As soon as the first sentence of the second verse came out, the musicians in the first row immediately looked at me and I looked at you.
Everyone's eyes were filled with deep surprise.
"Good lyrics! Good music! Good singing!"
"Top, top, top! It can be seen that in order to win this game, Song Ci really used his best skills!"
"I can't find any adjectives. The most accurate one is that my scalp is numb, right? But I feel that these four words can't describe Wang's shocking mood at this moment, immersed in this song. ah!"
Song Hongdou's pupils shrank.
[Standing like a gangster at the dance of her 18th alma mater that year], as soon as she heard this lyric, her mind couldn't help but fly back to the time when she met the 18-year-old Song Ci.
At that time, Song Ci, when he first entered this circle, was just as described in the song, a little submissive!
Is this song from your heart?
Her eyes twinkled.
Home.
Dad seemed a little anxious: "I can't even understand these lyrics. If he doesn't sing in Mandarin, will the audience not be large enough and he will lose the competition?"
The direction of dad's worries is a little biased.
Song Lanjun smiled and said: "Dad, the audience for Cantonese songs is quite wide, and this song is really awesome!"
As she spoke, she raised her phone and revealed her Weibo page.
At this moment, it is only two or three minutes before Song Ci comes on stage.
However, the four-character topic [Song Ci appears] has already exploded on Weibo.
The audience has heard the intracranial orgasm.
"That year, I stood like a gangster at the dance of my 18th alma mater. At that time, I swore with tears that you must see me!!! Song Ci, you did it!!"
"Is this Song Ci's heartfelt voice? Is he singing all his blood and tears at the lowest point in the past ten years into the song?"
"The word clown doesn't seem to be mentioned in the lyrics, but it seems like every word is a clown talking to himself. This song is much more advanced than Feng Xipu's one!"
At this time, the song lyrics had already reached the final chorus!
[If I am bored, will the performance be hysterical enough for you?]
[Drench the flowers with tears. I only want to surprise you. Do I seem to have never existed before? Emphasis added]
[The veins are also appearing, do I know they exist now? Look at me, don’t just look at the ceiling]
[If I am not your cup of tea, you can drink it as much as you want, and don’t forget that someone is speaking out for you]
Treble!
It was as if soft thorns were pricking into the listener's ears.
This is the clown screaming.
This is the cry of the clown's soul.
This is a soft thorn, a bit harsh, but it scratches people's hearts and makes them feel compassion.
Feng Xipu's entire face became extremely ugly.
He took a sharp breath and stared at Song Ci in disbelief.
He finished singing with a big smile on his face.
His chest was heaving violently, matching his ridiculous makeup.
It looks funny, but sounds heartbreaking.
The camera gave him a close-up shot at the right time.
But he was numb.
The audience in the live broadcast room saw his shock and had no time to point it out in the barrage.
Because everyone was shocked by the final ending of Song Ci.
Song Hongdou couldn't help but look at the screen and clapped her hands. She felt that Song Ci was ready tonight.
So before the final result came out, at this moment, she directly took out her phone and sent a message to Song Ci: "Congratulations, husband! Hey, you defeated Feng Xipu. I must reward you well when you have time!"
At home, although the song lyrics were finished, my parents were even more nervous.
"Junjun, can it be done?"
"Check out the latest news on Shuashuai!"
Song Lanjun said helplessly: "This is a live broadcast..."
Song Ci bowed to everyone amid the cheers of the audience.
The host came up and said with a smile: "Do you think this song by Teacher Song Ci is good?"
The audience was filled with excited cheers.
In the first row, people commenting can’t wait.
A Cantonese boss was the first to take the microphone and said: "Song Ci, your Cantonese is very good. As far as I know, you are from Xidu, so did you find someone to learn Cantonese?"
Song Ci nodded, and there was still some sweat on his forehead.
The hostess handed him a tissue very thoughtfully.
While wiping his sweat, he replied: "Yes, I have learned a lot from Teacher Jiang Qi on the set during this time!"
The cast of "I'm Not the God of Medicine".
When everyone heard Song Ci mentioning Jiang Qi, they all looked at Jiang Qi with a smile.
Jiang Qi waved his hands to everyone, indicating to continue watching the live broadcast.
But he still felt warm in his heart.
You know, the King of Singing Competition is a competition open to 3.4 billion people across the country.
The number of people watching the live broadcast at this moment is estimated to be over 100 million.
Song Ci was willing to say his name in front of a national audience, which made Jiang Qi, a person who had lived half his life, feel quite honored.
Cheng Cheng, the previous singer king, continued to ask: "It's a great song, but I have a little doubt about your performance of the last chorus. What you sang in this section... how should I put it, is almost on the edge of breaking the sound. But this paragraph lasted for several sentences, and I felt that you shouldn’t have performed so abnormally that your voice broke for so long!”
When Cheng Cheng said this, the general audience suddenly became excited.
"Ah? The song lyrics are broken? Why didn't I hear it?"
"As expected of the king of singers, your ears are so amazing!"
"Where is the broken sound? I didn't hear it at all!"
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter if the sound is broken, this song is just beautiful!"
Song Ci looked at Cheng Cheng and explained seriously: "This is a small design. What I want is the feeling of being on the verge of breaking the sound!"
Cheng Cheng immediately smiled and gave Song Ci a thumbs up, with an expression that said I appreciate your action.
Because the song Song Ci is really shocking.
So there are still several reviewers who want to speak.
But due to time constraints, I was directly cued away by the host.
Feng Xipu was called to the stage again.
There's still one last minute left.
At this moment, advertisements have begun to appear on the live TV broadcast.
One minute of advertising time, the advertising fee is calculated in seconds.
In the entire Singing King Competition, every time you advance one round, you can wait for the competition organizing committee’s income share.
For example, if Song Ci is currently ranked among the top 32, it will receive 500,000 yuan. If it reaches the top 16, it will receive 1 million yuan. Er, the final champion will receive a bonus of 10 million yuan.
Of course, those who can participate in this competition are those who are short of money.
Song Ci reached out his hand and wanted to shake Feng Xipu's hand.
But the old man didn't look sideways, didn't look at Song Ci at all, and directly ignored Song Ci's movements.
This scene was only seen by the audience on the big screen.
But it was only for a moment.
Within a minute, the host announced excitedly that Song Ci had successfully advanced to the next round with nearly 50 million votes, surpassing Feng Xipu.
The tsunami-like cheers immediately drowned out Song Ci. (End of chapter)
