When my confession was rejected, I went after Liu Tianxian

After hearing this, the person in charge of the organizer felt a thump in his heart.

Is this a hint on what he should do?

Do you want it to be so obvious?

If you want to appoint someone, please tell me early.

The second round of improvisation was canceled and Chen An won the first place. Everyone was happy.

Although he thought so in his heart, he didn't have the courage to say it out: "Chen An is a very good singer. The second round is not very difficult. Even if you can't win, you won't lose completely."

"Ah."

The leader nodded slightly and said nothing more.

On the stage, the judge named Wang Chengbo has come to the stage.

First he glanced at Wang Mingjie and nodded slightly.

Then he skipped Chen An and came directly to the host.

Ok?

Chen An frowned slightly.

This judge actually knows Wang Mingjie.

Sure enough.

Internet singers with no backstage and no resources have no fairness in front of such signed singers.

But he wasn't worried either.

You cheat, I cheat, it’s reasonable, right?

Wang Chengbo first said a few words that were not painful, and then took out a marked ball from the box on the side.

The host took the ball, opened it, and took out a piece of paper.

"Let's see what the theme of the song is this time!"

The host was very good at titillating people. He stretched out the note and took a look at it, making a surprised expression.

The audience in the audience suddenly became excited and looked at the note in the host's hand.

After a few seconds, the host continued: "The theme this time is..."

"rain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a big word appeared on the big screen behind him!

The originally nervous audience instantly became noisy.

“How do you improvise this thing?”

"Are there any songs about rain? There don't seem to be many."

"It's so exciting. Do you think the two of them can make a song live?"

The host took control of the scene and said with a smile: "Now, we have twenty minutes of creative time. I hope you two can create excellent works."

After saying that, a countdown was displayed on the big screen.

Chen An stood on the stage, blocking out all disturbing elements, and searched for rain-related songs in his mind.

Soon, he found a song that fit the theme perfectly.

【Qingming Rain】!

As soon as this song was released on the shelves, it became popular all over the country. All major Internet cafes and billiard rooms played this song on a loop.

Not only fans like it, but it has also been praised by many industry leaders and literary mentors.

The reason why this song is so popular.

First, because it is a song with a strong Chinese flavor.

Although the title of the song refers to rain, it is not about rain.

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.

The song wants to express such an artistic conception.

And one of the lyrics echoes it.

I am wandering in the world and cannot find your paradise.

Mourning, that is, missing you, probably means that I am very wandering in the world, but I can't find you because you are already in heaven.

This deep sense of melancholy has deeply attracted many non-mainstream families.

It's it!

Half of the time has passed, and Chen An is still standing there, not only not thinking hard, but also showing an intriguing smile.

Ok?

What is this expression?

Silly?

Jay Chou in the audience patted Fang Wenshan's thigh in annoyance.

This theme is not simple!

There is no love, love and the like are easy to write.

Especially when standing on a stage with thousands of people watching, the singer is under a lot of pressure.

"It's over, it's over, Lao Fang, Chen An is almost done."

Ask yourself, if you give him twenty minutes, you can write a song.

But this is based on inspiration.

And the quality cannot be guaranteed.

The live environment is so noisy, how can the singer calm down and create.

"Look, Wang Mingjie has already started writing!"

Someone shouted. Jay Chou looked up at the big screen. The singer named Wang Mingjie had picked up paper and pen and started writing something quickly.

Hey!

Has it really been written down? This Wang Mingjie is not ordinary!

Hearing the exclamations from the audience, Wang Mingjie felt happy.

What is a genius?

He is a genius now!

Turning his head, he wanted to look at Chen An provocatively.

So what if you have good talent?

When I come out to hang out, I work hard at the backstage and talk about the world.

You are a newbie, how can you compare with me?

But when he saw Chen An, his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

what the hell!

How can you write faster than me?

At this time, Chen An waved the pen in his hand and wrote something on the paper without any lag.

His expression was indifferent, with a slight smile hanging on his lips.

"Look, Chen An has started writing too!"

"I write so fast, even faster than Wang Mingjie!"

"I'm laughing so hard. This kid Wang Mingjie is so dumbfounded that he looks like a retard!"

Xiaojian, who was worried about Chen An backstage, couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Is it true? Is Chen An really improvising? Or is there a suitable song?"

"I just don't know how to write it. This guy's abilities are on par with mine. If I were standing on the stage, I would feel troubled."

It only took two minutes for Chen An to put down his pen.

It seems to have been written.

Ok?

The leaders of Lin'an City in the audience suddenly became interested.

From Chen An's face, he saw indifference and confidence.

If nothing else, Chen An should be very satisfied with his songs.

Twenty minutes are over.

Wang Mingjie put down his pen in a panic.

really?

How can this be?

Even though he had memorized the lyrics in advance, his writing was not as fast as Chen An!

Did he also know the inside story in advance and prepare songs to deal with it?

Impossible!

Uncle Wang Cheng can't take his two cents, right?

"Now it's up to me to draw lots and decide who will sing his own piece first."

The host smiled and reached into the box and grabbed a note from inside.

Expand it and take a look.

"Wang Mingjie will take the lead in singing, Chen An please go backstage to prepare."

Sing first?

Wang Mingjie was slightly surprised.

But I soon felt relieved.

This time there are only two of them performing, and it doesn't matter who comes on first.

Taking over a four-string bass from the staff, Wang Mingjie couldn't hide the pride in his eyes.

"Next, I will bring you an improvised piece, Haiyan!"

The bass sounded, and Wang Mingjie began to release himself and sang the song Haiyan!

Heavy metal music filled the stadium, attracting cheers from many people.

This song, both lyrics and accompaniment, makes sense.

After all, it was a work created in twenty minutes, so everyone was very tolerant of it.

When the music ended, the audience gave them roaring applause.

Wang Chengbo at the judges' table couldn't help but clapped his hands.

There were no major mistakes in Wang Mingjie's performance, so he should be a sure winner.

Listening to the applause of the audience, Jay Chou snorted disdainfully.

"Old Fang, do you believe this is a song he improvised?"

Fang Wenshan also shook his head.

"I don't believe it, and I feel that the relationship between the judge and Wang Mingjie is unusual. If nothing else, there is a shady deal involved."