A song about a southern girl made her ex-girlfriend cry on the judges' bench

Deng Chenrui's course abroad did not tell the teacher whether a song should be simple or complex, but many students, including him, felt that the more complex the song, the better it could show their skills.

But in this song, Fan Ying, there is no technique at all, and even people who have never studied music can easily hum the melody.

Do re re do, do re re do, do mi mi do, do re re do.......

But such a simple rhythm actually made him feel extremely wonderful.

He suddenly remembered what one of the judges said to him when he participated in the show a few years ago.

"Xiao Deng, you are very talented in music. You wrote the lyrics and composed the music by yourself, which is rare at your age."

"But I still want to remind you, don't always think about adding to the song, the real music master will do subtraction in his own work."

After listening to it at that time, he didn't think so.

Since he has the ability to make a song richer, why should he do subtraction?

People who don't know would think that he has no level! It was not until now that he heard Fan Ying's song that he finally understood what the judge meant.

The way is simple!

It is the most difficult to make a good song in the simplest way!

When he returned to China this time, he originally planned to make a splash on the show first, so as to promote the development of domestic electronic music.

After another ten or eight years, when this style develops in China, he will be called a veteran-level figure, and his position in the music scene will be very important in the future.

What was the result?

Fan Ying performed directly with the same style as him, and it only took him five minutes to make him realize the gap!

He had a hunch that electronic music would be popular after the show was broadcast, but the name mentioned by everyone was definitely not him, but Fan Ying!

He subconsciously grabbed Wen Jie's arm next to him. Wen Jie felt his palm was cold and couldn't help but worry.

"Are you OK?"

"I lost."

He smiled bitterly and sat down somewhat dejectedly.

He had returned to China with great success, thinking that he could use his own style to bring about a dimensionality reduction attack on the Chinese music scene, but before he even took the first step, he was severely slapped in the face by Fan Ying.

He had no dissatisfaction in his heart, only endless questions.

Why?

Why didn't he write this song himself?

If he could write such a song, he would rather live ten years less, no, twenty years less!

Fan Ying did not perform the whole song. After all, the original song was a duet between a man and a woman. He could certainly perform it all by himself, but it would lack some of the original flavor.

What's more, performing only a short segment was enough to prove his strength.

He bowed to the audience and returned to his seat.

Liu Qing hurried to the stage, praising Fan Ying while not forgetting to bring Deng Chenrui with him, describing the conflict between the two as a competition, thinking that he could use his own rhetoric , so that the atmosphere would not be so awkward.

She is worthy of being a host who has appeared on the Spring Festival Gala. She has a strong ability to control the situation. With just a few words, she made the audience laugh and start looking forward to the next show.

But who is willing to line up behind Fan Ying?

Yan Xi's performance was wonderful, but it was too elegant and a little out of touch with the people.

Deng Chenrui's electronic music was very powerful, but there was nothing memorable throughout the whole piece. As time went by, the public would only remember his performance style, not what he performed.

But what about Fan Ying?

It was the latest electronic music, and the melody was catchy. If you couldn't bring a more exciting performance, lining up behind him would mean not getting a ticket at all.

The public won't even remember you!

Wen Jie looked around and simply raised his arm to prepare for the next performance.

Deng Chenrui quickly held him down:"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Of course, I'm going to perform on stage. Just because others are afraid of Fan Ying doesn't mean I'm afraid of him too. I'll help you get your place back!"

"Don't go!"

Deng Chenrui held him tightly.

Wen Jie was a little dissatisfied:"You don't think I will lose, do you? You should know my style. In terms of explosive performance, besides your electronic music, it is my rap. Believe me, my performance is not inferior to Fan Ying!"

Deng Chenrui had to let go.

Wen Jie signaled to Liu Qing that he would go on stage next, and the staff immediately played his VCR

"Yo, what's up, this is WJ Wenjie from Beijing, brrrrrbrrrrr!"

What's up is the opening phrase that rappers often use to say hello.

WJ is the abbreviation of Wenjie's name.

Beijing is his hometown.

Brrrrrr is a string of tongue flicks.

This is a very rap-style opening.

In the VCR, he was wearing baggy short-sleeved shirts and pants, a pair of sneakers on his feet, and was playing basketball with a group of friends. The camera accurately captured his dunking action.

The reporter asked him:"Why did you choose to do rap music?"

He replied nonchalantly:"Why else, because it's cool, because I like it.""

"I participated in a talent show in China not long ago, and by chance I came into contact with this style of music, and I was hooked from then on."

Reporter:"Do you think you are good at rap?"

He laughed as if he had heard a big joke.

"If you had watched the 10-mile race held a year ago, you wouldn't have asked such a question."

The screen changed from the basketball court to a clip of Wen Jie participating in the 10-mile race. At the same time, a line of words appeared in the lower left corner of the short film.

10 Miles is the most authoritative freestyle battle competition in the Free Country. The so-called freestyle battle is that the DJ plays a beat, and the two contestants play freely according to the accompaniment, and arouse the excitement of the audience through different flows and explosive lyrics. The one with the loudest cheers will win. In last year's competition, Wen Jie was the only Chinese player to advance to the final round.

Although he lost to a black man in the final, he still proved his rap ability to everyone.

"《"Longguo New Music", I'm here with my work, are you ready?"

At the end of the short film, he graffitied a colorful program logo on the wall.

He walked onto the stage and said"yo yo" twice into the microphone, attracting the attention of the entire audience.

"Everyone, do you want to hear me freestyle a few lines live and feel the charm of rap?"

""I want to!"

The audience was very supportive

"DJ,Drop the beat!"

The heavy but even drum beats soon rang out.

His body moved up and down regularly, and he kept making"uh uh" sounds. After about eight beats, he officially began to sing.

"I think some singers are really low performing nowadays."

"I'm using my brother's mixer but it's terrible"

"Our twin returnees built a skyscraper for the music industry"

"Be careful, I will come to your house tonight and steal your favorite girl"..............

In fact, freestyle, and even rap, is written in this way, either bragging about how great you are, or attacking your imaginary enemy.

But anyone with a discerning eye can hear that this is no longer an imaginary enemy, it's just a matter of naming the name!

A hint of displeasure flashed across Fan Ying's eyes.

He understands rap music, and he knows that Wen Jie wants to get back on Deng Chenrui's feet, which is understandable, but Wen Jie should never, ever mention Zhou Ningqing.

It's just like in a freestyle battle competition, although the organizers do not prohibit swearing, there are not many contestants who really go up and swear.

Everyone has their own weak spot!

He stood up decisively and signaled the program team to continue playing the accompaniment.

"Freestyle battle only counts as a battle if there is an opponent. Now it’s my turn!"