"Brother Zhou Huajian doesn't even take a breather?"
"I feel like I have trouble breathing just listening to it."
"From beginning to end, I only learned ah~ha~."
"Hahaha, it's so true. I only learned these two words."
"I graduated from Yongcheng Conservatory of Music and grew up reading Cantonese novels. I have to say here that brother Zhou Huajian is so awesome. The music structure combines traditional instruments with modern electronic music. The lyrics are also written like ancient poems. It is also full of charm, and every line reveals feelings about life."
"Laughing at you and me for wasting my efforts and competing for the beauty of the mirror flower. Everyone likes to pursue beautiful things, but often it is in vain. I blame you and me for being too greedy for power and power, and blaming the earth for being too beautiful. People are too Clinging to the past often leads to regret… Buddhist elements also appear many times in the lyrics.”
"Let me add to the point above. The song "The Hard to Recite Sutra" has a very fast melody and complicated lyrics. It is of the same genre as Zhou Chen's "Dala Benba", so it is a great test of the singer's aura. Control, it’s rare that Brother Zhou Huajian, at such an old age, can dance the sword and sing the song in one breath, which really puts us young people to shame.”
""The Hard Sutra" is the third golden song tonight. "Dalabengba" can only be regarded as a show of skill, and the level is not up to the level of a golden song, but it is also very brainwashing."
finally.
Finished with one song.
The long sword is sheathed.
Zhou Huajian wiped away his sweat and said, "Thank you everyone."
"This song is so nice!"
"Brother Zhou Huajian is amazing. I must have put a lot of effort into tonight's performance."
He Ling walked onto the stage and said excitedly.
Zhou Huajian panted slightly and joked: "Yes, I have been keeping the habit of running five kilometers in the morning recently, just to improve my breath. In the end, I lived up to expectations and performed exceptionally. I guess this song will be better when I am older." I can’t sing anymore.”
He Lingdao: "Brother is so funny. I believe that no matter how much time passes, Zhou Huajian's "The Hard to Recite Sutra" will always be a classic."
The audience burst into tears.
In his fifties, he can still run five kilometers in the morning in such cold weather, beating 90% of young people.
Don't look at today's crispy college students. They can send themselves to the hospital just by stretching.
By contrast.
Zhou Huajian's body is not too strong.
"So, brother, do you have anything to say to the fans?"
Zhou Huajian pondered for a while and said: "First of all, I would like to thank the fans for their support, and also thank the audience friends for watching our program so late..."
"Actually, the last person I want to thank has been mentioned by several previous contestants..."
As soon as these words came out, the audience had a bad feeling.
No way……
"Yes, the last person I want to thank is Teacher Guo Qilin. This is a very outstanding young man. He tailor-made this song "The Hard to Recite Sutra" for me."
Zhou Huajian praised Guo Qilin in front of the camera in front of tens of millions of viewers.
Guo Qilin didn't hear it, because the system's beeps were echoing throughout his mind, and his popularity points continued to gain.
"All the good songs were written by Guo Qilin. This guy didn't even let go of Cantonese songs!"
"It's over, the thing you were most worried about finally happened!"
"Ahem, we admit that we spoke a bit too loudly before. Now, we apologize to our 'allies'. We Zhou Huajian fans have quit the group chat. You can slowly fight the show team yourself."
"Hey, we are just playing tricks, we just want a hot man to write a song for us. "The Hard to Recite Sutra" is really nice, hee hee!"
"This program is a civil war. Other singers can step aside."
Zhou Huajian's fans, just like Sun Nan's fans, turned around and joined the opposite lineup without any nostalgia.
"Your mother XXXX!"
"It's so shameless! We agreed to fight this unfair competition system together, but after a long time, you are on the opposite side."
"Who's coming up next? It seems to be a chapter."
"Jie fans have already fainted in the toilet from crying. All four songs were written by that man. We are under too much pressure!"
"Don't be so pessimistic. What if that man also wrote a song for the chapter?"
"Huh? It seems impossible when you say that."
"Guo Qilin writes songs for two people, which is unfair to other singers. So if he writes songs for everyone, will the program competition system suddenly become fair?"
"Damn it! What a refreshing and refined logic!"
"No way, he didn't really write a song for every contestant, right?"
"Ahem, everyone, don't scold the program group for being unbalanced. Let's watch it before making any comments."
I don’t know who came up with a novel angle, and the audience’s attitude changed instantly.
Writing songs for two people would be unfair to other singers, but if Guo Qilin wrote songs for each contestant, it would suddenly become fair.
This logic is correct.
But, will the competition be too fierce?
Of course, the premise is that for the remaining singers, all their songs tonight must be written by Guo Qilin.
In the backstage lounge.
"impossible."
"Why is it him again?"
"There are four songs, and there is still time to finish!"
Cai Kunkun became more and more restless, and he finally smelled a hint of crisis.
Cai Kunkun turned to look at the other people in the room.
The lounge was very calm, Zhang Zhang, Wang Feng, and Xiao Jingteng were all calm.
They were discussing Zhou Huajian's stage performance.
To Cai Kunkun, this calmness was a bit strange.
Deng Ziqi, Zhou Chen, Sun Nan, and Zhou Huajian all have people writing songs for them. Don't you panic? How worried are you?
Why is it that you are the only one panicking?
Chapter, Wang Feng, and Xiao Jingteng seemed to be very confident.
Cai Kunkun's attention was mainly focused on Xiao Jingteng.
Visible to the naked eye.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Cai Kunkun's forehead.
"Don't tell me that man wrote a song for everyone."
As soon as this thought appeared, I couldn't restrain it.
His opponent this time is Xiao Jingteng.
If that's the case.
As a kicking singer, isn't he being beaten by everyone?
Cai Kunkun became more and more panicked as he thought about it, and he kept comforting himself.
"It's impossible. Four songs is already the limit. He can't be comprehensive enough to write a song for everyone. Even a gold medal songwriter will run out of inspiration."
“It’s impossible for one person to run out of inspiration!”
"Yes, it's okay. This is already the limit of his inspiration."
