All the staff crazily criticize the villain, only the heroine is cute

"NO.20! Hurry up! I'm waiting for you! Come up quickly!"

The urging from the staff was impatient.

As soon as she entered, Ning Yan was stuffed with a microphone.

It was said to be a studio, but it was actually a small room temporarily built for the audition. Tables and chairs surrounded a semicircle. Ning Yan stood in the middle, surrounded by the judges of the audition, and there were five people sitting there.

Meng Xicheng had already taken off his hat and mask at this moment, and he didn't even lift his head when he heard from the staff that a player came over.

He was holding a sheet of music in his hand, and he was struggling with something with his head down, as if he was immersed in his own world.

To put it bluntly, he is cold, but to put it bluntly, he is arrogant and rude.

Lu Qingqing sat on the extra stool behind the judges and played with her mobile phone. When she heard the staff shouting, she looked up at Ning Yan, without hiding the sarcasm on her face.

Ning Yan ignored it directly, without giving her a look, raised the microphone very calmly, and introduced herself according to the procedure.

She never wastes time with idiots.

The girl's voice was naturally ethereal, and it sounded a little ethereal through the poorly received microphone, and it was very comfortable to hear.

Hearing her voice, Meng Xicheng paused with his fingertips, and was finally willing to lift his eyes from the sheet music. When he saw Ning Yan standing in front of him, he was slightly stunned.

He had a little impression of this girl, and even went to the beach to find her, but unfortunately he never met her again since that day.

Being able to meet here made Meng Xicheng half surprised and half surprised.

Sitting in the middle, Yang Yue noticed Meng Xicheng's gaze, and turned her eyes around Ning Yan's face.

The idea of ​​being amazed by the girl's unique voice at first slowed down a little, and suddenly became impatient.

Yang Yue frowned. She always valued strength the most, but also hated vases the most, and this girl was a bit too beautiful. It was hard not to doubt whether her strength could match her appearance.

Especially when Lu Qingqing mentioned it to her just now, hoping to let her take care of NO.20 and not scold her too harshly.

With such a connection, Yang Yue naturally thought that Ning Yan was a flimsy vase, and even tried to go through the back door.

Even the tone is not very good: "Each person has two and a half songs, half a cappella, and half with accompaniment."

When Yang Yue said this, she paused for a while, and then said: "If the singing is not good, I will stop at any time. If you have a glass heart or no confidence, you can quit now."

Lu Qingqing put away her phone a long time ago, now that she heard Yang Yue's impatient reminder, she knew that her words had worked.

She thought viciously: so what if she looks beautiful?With no background and no identity, she dared to create trouble for her both openly and secretly.

She just wants to let others know that a pheasant can never become a phoenix.

Seeing that Yang Yue's tone was not right, Meng Xicheng couldn't help thinking of those light blue pearls of unknown origin, trying to smooth things over.

"Don't be nervous. Teacher Yang Yue is more strict. You can sing well and play normally."

Yang Yue glanced sideways at Meng Xicheng, coughed as a reminder, and Meng Xicheng stopped talking.

Ning Yan didn't think there was anything wrong, she nodded generously, expressing that she knew.

She could understand Yang Yue's thoughts, and probably guessed that Lu Qingqing was behind this scene.

However, Lu Qingqing was destined to be disappointed.

She is the best at slapping faces.

The repertoire to be sung in the audition was filled out in advance when signing up.

The two songs Ning Yan chose, one lyrical and the other explosive, have a relatively large style leap, and they also test the singer's skills and abilities.

But by coincidence, that lyrical song is Yang Yue's famous song "Desperate Land".

"Desperate Land" was sung to the streets and alleys at the fastest speed as soon as it came out.

Especially in the first half of the whole song, the tone is tactful and imprisoned in a difficult situation, and the second half of the song turns to the sun and turned against the wind, which has attracted many people's emotional resonance.

Even today, the song is still popular.

Yang Yue looked at the list of the two songs, feeling a little more curious.

Lu Qingqing looked like she was waiting to see a good show. Although the tune of Yang Yue's song was not difficult, it was not so easy to sing.

Even when she sang, she was pointed out that she lacked soul.

With the blessing of pearls, Lu Qingqing didn't think anyone could match her. It would be too funny if Ning Yan ruined the song in front of the original singer.

The singing officially begins.

What Ning Yan chose to sing was the lyrical song "Desperate Situation".

Yang Yue was already planning to call it a stop, but when she heard her first sentence, her whole body was jolted like an electric shock.

Even though she was using the most rubbish audio equipment, the girl in front of her was not affected at all. From the first word she blurted out, everyone present was shocked.

The voice is quiet and melodious, and the tune is melodious.

The ethereal sound, like a fairy sound from outside, penetrated everyone's eardrums and hit the deepest part of their hearts.

Dusty, depressive, those sadness and loneliness, separation and sorrow, all broke through the ground one after another, forming an elegy with those words.

Sorrow and desolation, strands and strands, want to break and connect.

But right now.

The ethereal and low-pitched tone suddenly became hurried.

The girl stood in the middle, and at this moment she was like a bud that was about to break through the ground, her eyes gradually brightened from loneliness and pity.

It was as if suddenly seeing a beam of light penetrating into a crevice.

The steadfastness and unyieldingness mixed in the line of sight, combined with increasingly high-pitched and intense tunes, increased in level, as urgent as thunder and lightning.

Fluttering and growing!

The water blocks the river and rocks, and the waves hold back the flying boat.

The silver bottle was broken suddenly, and pearls and jade burst in.

She just stands there.

As long as she is still singing.

She is the center!

The rhyme gradually becomes gentle, like the tide of the sea is falling, and the wind is clear and the moon is bright.

Meng Xicheng was stunned.

Holding the sheet music in his hand, he looked at Ning Yan with dots in his eyes, as happy as if he had suddenly found some treasure chest.

Seeing it, Lu Qingqing clenched her fists silently, her eyes were red and hot from disbelief.

In just over a minute, until the last word fell, everyone still couldn't calm down for a long time.

So shocking.

Different from the original singing style.

But whether it is from the tune or the technique, the song is sung perfectly, giving people another unusual resonance.

It wasn't until Ning Yan asked if she could start the next song that Yang Yue slowly came to her senses.

She never thought that this original song of hers could be performed so vividly! ! !

Coupled with the unique and wonderful voice, she suddenly remembered the difficult years when composing this song.

In that short 1 minute, she looked back at the first half of her life as if she was watching flowers on horseback. Until now, she couldn't calm down.

"Can I ask, why did you choose this song?"

Yang Yue's mood was a little unstable, she looked at Ning Yan who was standing in the middle, and tentatively asked this question.

She was ashamed of thinking that Ning Yan was a vase at first.