After the draft became popular, he was secretly favored by the paranoid boss

Chapter 80 I Can't Sing After Cutting My Voice!

"Wow!"

"Wow!!"

"Wow!!!"

Cheng Yang, Gu Nanci, and Wen Jiuyi's voices were one after another, each longer than the other.

"What... what's wrong?" Li Yuan was confused.

"No, just sigh, why is there such a big gap between people." Wen Jiu also had a complicated expression, and Cheng Yang nodded in agreement.

Gu Nanci, who has a deep relationship with numbers, looks at the sky again and again, deeply feeling the injustice of luck.

Li Yuan scratched his head, as if the stimulation of the non-chiefs was not enough: "In fact, my luck is good and bad. Langot is very good. I have never beaten him in rock-paper-scissors! And Ke Ke, he rolls six dice No face is lower than five!"

The three non-chiefs of Hongguo: "..."

do not talk.

It's even more heartbreaking.

Unanimously, I firmly believe in one idea. In the future, things that have nothing to do with luck will be as far as these few people go.

Surprised by the finale numbers, the three high-ranking non-chiefs simply asked Li Yuan to continue drawing lots for the next repertoire.

But it really answered Li Yuan's words.

Sometimes it doesn't work.

Gu Nanci, who was not yet familiar with the new world, saw the two names on the note:

"Drunken Spring Breeze", "Killing"

There was a commotion all around.

"What did you smoke?"

"Damn it, Cheng Tianwang's song!"

"Hiss... This is the most difficult thing this time, right? Fortunately, it was taken away, otherwise I really couldn't sing."

In the distance, Li Jing also heard the lottery result of the idol group, and immediately sneered,

"Slaughter and drunk spring breeze? This is God can't stand it, come and accept it!"

Meng Wei on the side frowned.

A random concert is characterized by randomness.

Random order, random tracks, random themes.

Before the competition, each time, they will be sorted according to difficulty, and the repertoire suitable for performance will be selected and integrated. Two songs will form a group, and the participating teams will draw lots to get the performance repertoire of the day.

Then complete the assignment and rehearsal in a very short time, and perform on stage that night.

In fact, compared with traditional music festivals, self-organized random music festivals are more like entertainment stages and opportunities for peers.

After all, non-profit, even posting money to make money, only a small group of people who really play music have always participated.

The fact that the fire was blown up to be invited here was a coincidence, and it was true that he hadn't debuted yet, so he was classified as the same kind of person by his fellow colleagues.

For example, Qian Yueliu, who is in the entertainment industry, has never heard of this name, which shows that the audience is confused.

Zhang Jing took pleasure in other people's misfortunes: "Hey! If this meeting doesn't make it into the top ten, won't someone keep playing for personal gain?"

Random Music Festival has an unwritten agreement.

Those who participate for the first time will not have a second chance to participate if they do not enter the top ten.

After all, there are at most fifteen teams, and if they can't even make it through the top two thirds, they will be considered as weak vases.

In the eyes of this circle of proud musicians, those who have no strength cannot enter the small circle of peers, and are no longer qualified to continue playing music together.

Originally, in Meng Wei's eyes, being able to perform such a shocking adaptation of Begin, not to mention the top ten, even the first place is casual.

However, after seeing the names of the two draws, I became unsure.

Drunken Spring Breeze and Murder, Cheng Jiantang's song.

The voice is mellow and soft, and the opera is superb.

The difficulty is also terribly high. First of all, those in the low range can't sing at all, and even if they can sing in the middle and high range, eight out of ten are out of tune.

This is also the most difficult group of all the selections this time.

Meng Wei frowned, and tried to suggest: "It's the first time for someone to participate, so it's not good to just come up, isn't it? Or let's draw a new one?"

According to the past, most of the songs that Cheng Jiantang was drawn to were used as funny and funny scenes of various human sound breaking scenes, and everyone had a happy and active atmosphere together.

But this time is different.

The first time I participated in the fire exploded, but if I failed, I would lose the qualification to participate in the future.

Take a new one, just like begin, which is more hip-hop or more flaming hip-hop rap, at least not completely unable to sing because of the range problem.

Several other organizers also felt that it was inappropriate and nodded after thinking about it.

But he was stopped by Zhang Jing unceremoniously: "What are you doing? Why did you change the rules for a group of idols? Make it clear, this is a music festival, not a fan meeting! Come in!"

"You—" the little sister stared.

"I don't care, what is drawn is what it is. If you change the rules casually, can you still convince the crowd? Who will participate in the future? Do you want to become the next spring?"

spring music festival.

It used to be a lot of money, but once it was hyped by an idol group that it was no less than the road show level of Central Park. Since then, it has been questioned by professional colleagues as a joke and no longer attends. And the gathering place of the [-]th line.

The elders of the organizations suddenly froze.

It was originally a non-profit, and it took time and energy out of its own pocket to achieve its current scale.

Be the next spring?Absolutely not!
The conversation has already stopped here, and there is nothing to do if it is wrong.

He could only watch Zhang Jingyang walk away with a proud expression on his face.

"This person!" The young lady, one of the veterans with twin ponytails, stomped her feet angrily, "He is also a newcomer, and he was busy helping others to join him before. How can he have such a big prejudice against idols!"

Thinking of the fire that passed by just now, it exploded.

Those 1.8 meters are so handsome that they are utterly miserable.

Especially the one in the middle, that face looks like a fairy showing off his skills, I have never seen such an amazing face in my life!

It's not that she said, just put this face out, let's see the face—ah, if you don't come to the show, the scene is absolutely overcrowded!

We have been in business for a few years before we can reach our current scale. If you just buy some publicity and release it, with the effect of the prosperity and beauty, the popularity of the random music festival may directly rise to a higher level!
The girl was furious, but Meng Wei, who was next to him, sighed: "Oh, it's understandable. He was able to advance in the music variety show he participated in before, but because of the fan voting mechanism, he lost to an idol who couldn't even complete the fifth tone. After being eliminated, I have been very hostile to the entire idol industry..."

The original accusation could not be uttered, so the sister with two ponytails was silent for a second,

"But... oh, it's innocent even if the fire blows up, just like that, it's a disaster for no reason..."

The unreasonable fire blew up the parties concerned said:
Quite confused.

To be exact, the Hongguo trio was actually quite confused.

Seeing Lan Gui'an and Li Yuan's serious expressions, Mu Ke directly said "You guys share this song, I can't sing it".

Gu Nanci was silent: "...is this difficult?"

Wen Jiuyi and Cheng Yang of the same style: just confused.jpg
Then after Lan Guian's original song.

Wen Jiuyi and Cheng Yang: "..."

The cold reality slapped hard.

"I..." Wen Jiu also smiled wryly and said melancholy: "I'm a dancer, and I can sing normally, but this—this is too professional! I can't even sing if I cut off my voice!"

Cheng Yang also frowned: "I'm in the alto range, and the previous practice is barely okay, but the high notes in the back are still operatic?! I really can't do it."

(End of this chapter)