Entertainment: Opening with a song "Elevator God of War" to challenge the whole audience

March 24.

19:35.

Shanghai TV, Douyin live broadcast room.

Zhuo Wenwen and Yu Fei, dressed in their best clothes, stepped onto the stage with shining lights.

"Good evening, audience friends, netizens in the live broadcast room, everyone!"

"Welcome to watch the Daxia Rap Festival!"

"I am the host of tonight, Zhuo Wenwen!"

"I am the host of tonight, Yu Fei!"

"First, let me introduce today's three judges and mentors!"

"Please welcome the judge mentor, Su Mo!"

Following Yu Fei's voice, Su Mo stepped onto the stage in the light. He raised the microphone and said with a smile: "There is no so-called mentor in the Daxia Rap Festival. We are just judges, judges representing the audience!"

"Please welcome the judge mentor, Ouyang Jing!"

To Su Mo's left, a beam of light lit up, and Ouyang Jing raised the microphone, "On this stage, we will enjoy a feast of Chinese rap, and we hope everyone will like it!"

"Please welcome the judge and mentor, Ma Siwei!"

To Su Mo's right, another beam of light lit up, and Ma Siwei raised his arm, "Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. The rap stage needs all the audiences who like rap to vote.

The king of rap will be chosen by you!"

"Please take your seats, the three judges and mentors!"

As Zhuo Wenwen spoke, Su Mo and the other two sat on the sofa at the front of the stage.

Yu Fei continued, "Next, please welcome our guest mentor, Jay Chou!"

"Many people say that rap is an underground culture. I think rap can also be popular on the ground, especially Chinese rap."

Jay walked onto the stage with the lights on. He continued, "The Great Summer Rap Festival will be the purest stage for Chinese rap. I am looking forward to it!"

"Next, please welcome our second guest mentor, Laojiu!"

Laojiu walked onto the stage with a smile and raised the microphone, "I look forward to more pure, open and fair rap competitions in the future.

I am honored to be a guest on such a pure Chinese rap stage. I look forward to the wonderful performances of the contestants!"

"Please take your seats, both mentors!"

The two hosts took one person each and sat on the seats on one side.

Then, the two hosts walked onto the stage again.

"Today, we will compete in the third round of the Daxia Rap Festival."

"The first match will be the loser group."

"Please turn to the big screen and let's take a look at the ranking of the groups!"

As Yu Fei spoke, the big screen lit up:

Loser group ranking:

NO1.01, Good morning, 543954 votes;

NO2.03, Shen Ci, 522465 votes;

NO3.08, VV, 491580 votes;

NO No. 4.18, Sweet, 489,715 votes;

No. 5.10, Sheng Yu, 487,524 votes;

No. 6.14, Sha Yiding, 475,125 votes;

No. 7.12, Bridge, 397,456 votes;

No. 8.16, Lazy, 389,721 votes;

No. 9.13, Subs, 297,654 votes;

No. 10.20, Big Ghost, 197,541 votes.

"In the third round, the loser group will also use a 1v1 duel to decide the winner.

After each battle, voting will stop.

Voting method:

In each round, there are 300 audience members on site, and each audience member will have 1 vote.

Two guest mentors, each with 20 votes.

Three referee mentors, each with 20 votes.

In addition, 50 media friends were invited to this round, and each of them has 2 votes per round.

That is to say, the total number of votes for each duel is 500.

The one with the highest number of votes wins the live competition!"

With Yu Feijie After the introduction, Zhuo Wenwen raised the microphone, "Next, please welcome the first-ranked contestant in the loser group, Good Morning! And the tenth-ranked contestant in the loser group, Big Ghost."

"Please both of you come to the stage."

"Please stand on the red side of the stage, and please stand on the blue side of the stage."

"When you vote, just choose red or blue, and the small screen will show the number of votes for the two in real time."

"Okay."

"Then, the stage is handed over to the two contestants."

After Zhuo Wenwen finished speaking, she looked at Yu Fei, and the two walked off the stage hand in hand.

At this time, Good Morning took the lead in raising the microphone.

"Hello everyone, I am Good Morning, and the rap I brought today is called "Collecting Voices."

"Sound Teacher!"

As Good Morning finished speaking, the music sounded.

"My little baby, raise your high feetLet's talk about your new job opportunity, drink to each other, drink to each other, that's right, that young man..."

As he sat down to sing Good Morning, the small screen lit up:

Good Morning, a red line slowly extended, showing that the number of votes was increasing, and soon reached 265 votes.

Next was Dagui, a blue line moved slightly, obviously there were still people who liked Dagui at the scene, although it was not his turn to sing yet.

"OK!"

As the Good Morning song ended, he pointed to Dagui under the blue light.

"The song I brought is "Big Move". "

After Dagui finished speaking, the music started.

Dagui took a deep breath and looked up at the stage.

Win or lose, this time he had to try his best.

In the future, whether he could return to the entertainment industry, perhaps it depends on whether he can step into the rapper circle step by step.

Won Good Morning and entered the waiting seat.

Win another game in the waiting seat and enter the semi-finals.

Perhaps, his future will be brighter than ever.

He looked back at the data displayed on the small screen.

Good Morning 326 votes.

Dagui 29 votes.

It doesn't matter.

At least, he already had 29 votes before he opened his mouth.

This is at least a good sign.

Dagui let out a long breath and jumped up suddenly with the music, "Ten years as a unit, I carry twice as much as you, shed all my sweat, I want, I want , all my brothers use their ultimate moves..."

At this moment, Dagui tried his best.

The torn voice roared on the stage.

Instantly, the violent momentum infected many people.

His votes were growing rapidly...

From 29 to 90, to 120, to 160, until it exceeded 200, and it still did not stop.

At this moment, Zaoan felt a little panic in his heart.

Could it be that he would be surpassed by him?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible.

What kind of person is he.

If it was before he went to jail, everyone would still be playmates in the circle.

But now is different from the past.

He is just an artist with a bad record.

And I have a bright future.

Absolutely, absolutely cannot let him surpass me.

But the right to vote is not in my hands.

Zaoan can only frown and look at the small screen, with infinite panic in his heart...