Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

The next day, Zhou Rui went about his daily life step by step. He had classes but no laboratory classes. new

As a responsible student, I will be the last to leave and pull down the main power.

Two days later, Zhou Rui ushered in the first judging job in his life.

"Classmate Zhou."

A girl brought Zhou Rui to the gym with a work badge.

Today is the competition for "Top Ten Singers on Campus", where 33 will advance to 16.

Why 33? Everyone who understands understands.

Only after arriving did he realize that the standards of this competition were higher than he had imagined.

A stage was set up in the center of Fuda's 5,000-seat gymnasium, complete with lights, fog machines, speakers, teleprompters, and a fixed camera behind it.

Although the gymnasium often holds events, such as campus parties, the standard is obviously higher now.

It was basically a semi-professional concert. One look at Zhou Rui's attitude and he knew that it must be sponsored by the sponsor's father.

Looking at the materials on the side, it said "Zhengda Group" on it, and I knew clearly. After all, this gymnasium was donated by the other party.

No wonder the school came to see him again and again. It turned out that they really made some big noise and wanted him to support the scene.

But what really matters is the final, which is now just a promotion match.

These arrangements will remain until the end of the finals, and the entire process is open. Zhou Rui noticed that there were a few people sitting in the auditorium, most of whom were probably idle students with nothing to do.

The girl who led the way didn't know who Zhou Rui was. She was just a secretary of the student union, and she only took care of other things.

Zhou Rui was led to the judges' seat at the front. Although the performance hadn't started yet, the other three judges had already arrived.

An uncle in his 50s is a teacher of the Fuda Chorus. new

A female teacher in her 40s, probably the Youth League Committee teacher.

There is also a senior sister who is an acquaintance.

"Teacher Ari, you are really here!"

The seniors gathered around him enthusiastically and grabbed Zhou Rui's hand.

Zhou Rui: "Senior, we meet again. Did you forget to ask your name last time?"

The senior sister smiled brightly: "My surname is Gan, Gan Yuan."

Only then did Zhou Rui know the full name of Senior Deng Deng. Although Zhou Rui was pestered by her once in the cafeteria and voted for her, her name was not remembered.

Just remember the lights are nice.

"It turns out to be Senior Gan. Hello Senior Gan, don't call me Teacher Ari. The real teacher is over there."

Zhou Rui did not ignore the two elders. Although they were sitting in the venue as music judges and everyone present were younger brothers, when they left the venue, they were all real teachers.

School is not about fighting and killing; school is about human relations.

Zhou Rui smiled and greeted both teachers. He was very calm. It was just a competition within the school. There was no need for him to show off how professional and special he was.

This is just like how multi-millionaires may eat pancakes, but they won’t compete with others at a pancake stand to see who can add more eggs.

The two teachers are also very kind. Although they are sponsored and the standards are relatively high, this is still a student-level campus competition and does not involve any big interests. The two of them are just workers.

There is a white score board in front of Zhou Rui, as well as a marker pen and an eraser. The process is very simple. The contestants come up to sing, the judges score, comment in turn, and then carry them away to the next one.

Among the four judges, Zhou Rui and the Youth League Committee teacher sat in the middle, and their right to speak was clearly demonstrated by their position.

Before long, the lights in the stadium dimmed, and a boy in a ceremonial suit acted as the host, making it look impressive.

It was just a promotion match. The host simply opened the show and said: "We invite contestant No. 1 to perform on stage. New"

The lights dimmed again, and a bright light hit the center of the stage. After all, it was not a concert, it was just a fixed light position.

The one who came on stage was a fat girl, wearing a long skirt, with broad shoulders, a solid weight, and a plump round face. At first glance, she was a good candidate for singing.

The chubby girl bowed: "Hello fellow judges and teachers, the performance piece I brought is: "Good Days"."

Oops!

Zhou Rui took a breath, this song is not easy to sing! More difficult to sing than most popular songs!

I didn’t expect that contemporary college students would choose such a song.

The noisy music played, the girl's expression was perfect, her eyes were vivid, and she looked very festive at first sight.

"Happy gongs and drums~beating the joy every year~"

It's a pity that he missed the mark as soon as he started speaking. The first sentence was a little off-key, and half of the beat was stolen.

These problems are very obvious under Zhou Rui's "absolute sense of music".

The breath is unstable, but the charm of the Chinese singing is okay.

After the song was sung, the host reminded: "Please give the judges a score."

Zhou Rui picked up the scoring board and thought about it.

Although the vocal skills are not good, it is not easy to maintain a festive smile throughout the whole process.

I wanted to see what scores the other judges gave me, but unfortunately the lights were too dim and I was too far away to see anything clearly.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Rui wrote down a move, but it could only be divided into whole points.

The pace was very fast, and only ten seconds were given to write down the score. The host said: "Please show your score!"

Four cards were raised.

From left to right are the high scores, except Zhou Rui.

Oops!

Zhou Rui was stunned, what about opening the blind box?

Doesn’t it look like I’m young and have too many things to do?

Everyone looked at the contestant in Zhou Rui's hand.

Before Zhou Rui could recover, the host said: "Please comment."

Chorus teacher: "You sing very well. Which college are you from?"

A meal of praise is normal for Gala.

Teacher from the Youth League Committee: "If a student can reach this level, he is very good. I am proud of you."

"Applause", "Moved" and "Keep up the good work" were all three pieces.

Zhou Rui thought to himself, is it so relaxed? This event is still not formal enough. We should let the judges communicate privately first.

Maybe it was just like this during the auditions, but Zhou Rui wasn't there.

When it was Zhou Rui's turn, everyone looked over, waiting for him to give 6 points an explanation.

Zhou Rui calmly turned the scoreboard in a circle with a sincere and serious expression: "I'm sorry I held it backwards just now. I gave a profound performance. I saw a young man's musical dream in you."

The fat girl showed a happy smile.

Senior Sister Gan: "I give it eight points. There is a slight lack of stability, but the flaws are not concealed. I hope you will continue to work hard in the future."

After the fat girl came off the stage, Senior Gan obviously saw that Zhou Rui was temporarily "teaching" and said: "Teacher A Rui, this is the first round of the promotion competition, and she is the first to perform. Everyone is very lenient in scoring, as long as the selection is relatively good." Some 1 grid. "

Generally, the further you go, the more stringent you become. Nowadays, several judges are mainly encouraging.

Zhou Rui nodded, understanding, it turned out to be this way.

The job of being a judge is not that easy. If the four of them were to fight each other, they would probably be able to write a song.

Contestant No. 2 is a skinny hip-hop boy. He may not weigh 80 pounds, but the dog leash around his neck weighs 20 pounds. He doesn’t have any tattoos, but his crotch almost reaches his knees.

"Hello judges, my performance piece is: "8 Mile""

Zhou Rui thought to himself, Fuda is full of talented people, and there are actually people who play rap.

This is not the era of 23 years ago, when anyone who did not go into a factory to screw screws would dare to call himself a Repper. Now in China, this is definitely a rarity.

It's almost the top of the contempt chain.

Although Contestant No. 2’s rhythm was a bit messy, his English was a bit hot on the tongue, and the speed in the middle sounded like chanting sutras with his mouth sewn shut.

But being able to sing a rap song in its entirety is pretty good, and Zhou Rui also relaxed his standards.

"Please give the judges their marks."

Zhou Rui wrote an 8 and looked around, but still couldn't see clearly.

But this time it should be okay.

"Please show your score!"

From left to right, they are 4, 4, 8, 4.

Zhou Rui's fist hardened.

No, you both co-wrote and played me, right?

"Please comment from the judges."

Chorus teacher: "I give it a 4 because I think this is not one of the top ten singers in music. She must sing anyway."

Youth League Committee teacher: "My English is very confusing. I suggest you choose some normal music next time."

Everyone looked at Zhou Rui to see how he would explain his 8 points.

Now you can’t say you took it backwards, right?

Zhou Rui: "Ahem, I think this new form of music is worth trying, but your performance still has many shortcomings. I give you this high score mainly because I want to give you a second chance. "

He built a bridge with his hands, covering his deep gaze:

"Do you have Free Style?"