Your cps are together

All the trainees are in the waiting room, no one can go to the front desk, the audience has already entered the venue one after another, there are not so many restrictions on the performance, the audience is just not allowed to bring laser pointers, cheering banners, etc., there are restrictions on light signs, mobile phones are not allowed Bring it in, but in fact, it is not so strict to check, there are still people who secretly bring mobile phones.

The audience was full of audience, most of them were fans of the three mentors, they held banners and light boards, they had already started cheering before they even appeared on the stage, shouting the names of their idols in unison.

The support lights haven't turned on yet, just waiting for the instructors to come out and light up a sea of ​​support.

The audience could not be seen in the background, and Wen Ning was stretching his legs. The clothes they wore this time were loose baseball uniforms with dark vests of different colors inside.

Wen Ning always felt that something was wrong—he played the piano in this suit, and his style was a bit strange.

But no one else objected, and Wen Ning also had no objection.

It's just that the audience might find it a little funny.

Wen Ning used to play the piano, wearing either a suit or a tuxedo, never wearing such clothes to play.

The instructors have already stepped onto the stage, and the backstage is full of people. The first team to go on stage is now so nervous that they can't even take a deep breath.

Wen Ning was also nervous. On the stage of his first official performance, Uncle Lu was still watching him on the second floor. If he can't make a debut, he can't make Uncle Lu think that he dances ugly.

Jiang Heng patted Wen Ning on the shoulder and handed Wen Ning a bottle of water: "Are you okay?"

Wen Ning nodded: "It's okay."

Jiang Heng turned his head and glanced at the others. There was still a long time before their appearance, and they were all fine, not too nervous.

The first team was called and they left backstage as music blared outside.

Wen Ning finally had a sense of reality at this time. They were really going to go on stage and start their first public performance.

After the performance of the two teams for each song, the votes will be counted directly on the stage. After leaving the stage, in the room specially arranged by the program group, you can see the ranking of votes in the same team.

There is a high probability that the bottom seven will be eliminated. Unless the offline voting is particularly against the sky, there is almost no possibility of turning over.

Whether they can stay on the show or make a debut is the first test, which is extremely cruel.

The psychological quality is not good, and now the eye sockets are already red.

There are so many trainees every year, how many debut?How many can be red?Aidou's bowl of rice is not so delicious.

Wen Ning bent his legs and took a sip of water. In order not to affect his performance on stage, Wen Ning didn't even dare to drink more water, so he could only sip a little to moisten his lips and throat.

"He really wants to play the piano?"

"Wearing this body? It's LOW, I don't know what their team thinks."

Someone was whispering.

"Maybe it was recorded long ago, and he was just doing it for show."

"If you turn on the whole wheat this time, you shouldn't be able to play the recorded one directly, right?"

"Piano music is not a song."

"Their song is still a French song. It would be embarrassing to turn on the whole wheat and throw it at grandma's house. At that time, the audience can only hear their breath."

"Who told them to choose this song? No matter how good the tune and rhythm are, we sing and dance at the same time. We can't turn the microphone on halfway. The more stable the song, the better."

"...but then again, why open whole wheat."

Turn on Whole Wheat, and everyone’s true strength will be fully exposed. Singing on the show, no matter how you can fix it, you should also fix the sound after the recording of the performance, but there are so many audiences at the scene. If they can't hear it, they will definitely go online and say it.

Maybe someone secretly brought a mobile phone to record.

The people who were still mocking Wen Ning and his team just now started to worry about themselves.

Wen Ning and the others didn't hear what these people were talking about. Although they were nervous, they were still very confident.

Wen Ning is born with a good voice, and Bai Mu is not bad. Although the sub-vocalists are not breathing well and their pronunciation is not accurate, they can only have two lines of lyrics at most. It is still necessary for Wen Ning and Bai Mu to control the overall situation. The harmony is very good, after all, there is Wen Ning's high-pitched voice covering the front, even if there are some small flaws, it's not a big problem.

"I picked this song because it was difficult." Wen Ning whispered his thoughts in Jiang Heng's ear, "But Bai Mu and I can definitely sing it, so the difficulty is a bonus."

Music is different from language. No matter how difficult the language is, it sounds good even if it sounds good. There is no world in art. Those skills, even if the audience can't understand them, can tell the difficulty.

This song was very popular at the time, but there were very few covers on the Internet, because it was quite difficult, and many people couldn't sing the bass in the front, and the vocalization became breathy.

Many people can't sing the high notes in the back, and the difficulty in the middle part is relatively low, but the transition is not easy.

Wen Ning said proudly, "I'm a scheming boy."

Jiang Heng couldn't help but smiled: "It's too scheming."

Wen Ning raised his head proudly.

They felt that time passed too slowly before, but after the first group of people came on stage, time passed faster and faster, and many people were called on stage before they were mentally prepared.

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Ruan Mei was crowded in the first row, and she was swayed left and right by the people next to her.

Shouting like a tsunami—even the screamers may not know who they are screaming for.

The atmosphere can affect people very much. When the atmosphere is here, even the people who come to watch the excitement are motivated.

Behind Ruan Mei was a small wave of local Wenning fans, all of whom were tickets given by Ruan Mei. They kept asking, "When will we, Ning Bao, be on stage?"

"I can't wait!"

"If it weren't for Sister Mei, we wouldn't be able to stand in the front row."

"Ah, ah, I'm going to die if I don't see Ning Bao again!"

Finally, the new round of audience voting was over. After all the trainees retreated to the backstage, Chu Yi came out. He acted as the host, smiled at the audience, held a microphone, and said with a smile: "Next is the stage brought by two groups of students, "Lover."

The audience cheered wildly.

"Yi Shuai I love you!!!"

"Yi Shuai marry me! I want to give birth to monkeys for you!!!"

"Yi Shuai!!"

Chu Yi made a hissing gesture, and then stepped back from the stage.

Ruan Mei's eyes widened, hoping that there was Ning Bao in this group, but as soon as the people in the group came out, she knew they were gone.

And this group didn't perform very well, because it was full open mic, full of their panting, and they were out of tune. I don't know if the song itself is out of tune, or they can't sing the tune.

Even the audience discussed it with their friends next to them.

"Is this song inherently ugly or they sang it ugly?"

"The dance is not bad, but for the singing, it is estimated that a million tuners are not competent for the post-tuning. Tens of millions of tuners are necessary."

"...I think it's an insult to my ears."

"It's not as good as the team that sang out of tune."

……

"What song is this?"

"Sounds like a French song."

"Fuck, don't you guys know this song? It was very popular a few years ago, but it's not very popular in China. It's still my phone's ringtone now. The panting part before it can make my phantom limbs harden."

"They are also panting in front of them, my phantom limb is not hard."

"Is that what they call panting? That's called breathing!"

"I've heard so many ugly covers of this song, I didn't expect to hear such an ugly cover."

"The next team probably won't be much better, so let's wait for the next song."

Ruan Mei only hoped that Wen Ning would not pick this song. Although she didn't know how to sing well, this group has performed like this, which proves that the difficulty must be high.

If the chickens are pecking at each other... Even if they win, there is nothing to brag about, and they will be blacked out.

The team on the stage bowed and left the stage to wait in the room prepared by the program group. They could also watch the live broadcast of the next group's performance. Once they entered the room, the team members were relieved—no matter how they behaved, Anyway, the performance is over, don't forget the words in the middle, it's much better than when they were rehearsing.

The lights on the stage were turned off after the team left, and only the staff carried heavy loads on it.

"Why haven't you started yet?"

"What is this preparing for?"

"Is that a piano? Can this song talk about a piano?"

"I have a hunch it's going to roll over."

Ruan Mei didn't know why, but she had a premonition that Wen Ning was going to take the stage, and her mind was full of three characters: "No way!"

It can't be so miserable! !

What song to choose is not good!Pick this one!

The audience in the front row could see the trainees on the stage, they took their poses, and there was a person sitting next to the piano that was brought up to the stage. The audience was very noisy, everyone said to talk to the people around them, until a low gasp sounded——

The voice was soft and soft, low and hoarse.

Almost at the same moment, everyone shut their mouths.

Then there was another gasp, the sound seemed to be extremely penetrating, and it penetrated through the speaker in an instant, resounding in everyone's ears.

Like a sexy lover panting in their ears.

A beam of light hit the person sitting by the piano—he was wearing a black baseball uniform, the baggy baseball uniform almost covered his upper body, his hands were on his legs, and the big screen was his face Close-up, when the close-up was typed, the man happened to have half-opened his eyes, his lips were slightly parted, and his lips were slightly raised. Those eyes were clearly not peachy eyes, but at this moment they looked extremely romantic and affectionate.

The corners of his eyes were hooked up, like a goblin who turned the gods upside down and cultivated a human body.

Behind Ruan Mei, someone said with a choked voice, "It's Ning Bao! This is our Ning Bao!"

"Our Ning Bao is promising!!!"

"Ning Bao!!!"

With the final gasp, Wen Ning put his hand on the piano, and it was a fast playing like a torrential rain.

I can only see his fingers flying like flying.

To the layman, this is just a fast and intense performance, but the insider can hear it clearly.

"Fuck! Awesome! Who is this guy!"

"Is this awesome?"

"Why not awesome? Let me tell you, it's not difficult to play fast, but it's rare to play fast, and every note is accurate. Anyway, I can't estimate every note and every movement when I play fast. For the details, most of the time, you can only follow the feeling, and you will get stuck if you play too fast, so you can only adapt to the situation. If you want to practice a piece like this, you must practice hundreds of times to form a conditioned reflex."

"So he's either already practiced the piece, or he's a genius."

"...But this is a show, how could he have practiced it long ago?"

"There's a piano genius with this show?"

"He has grown up like this, why can't he rely on his face? I feel so uncomfortable!"

The moment Wen Ning's piano was tuned in, Bai Mu quickly picked it up. His timbre was too clear and not suitable for this song, but there was no problem with his technique. There were a few flaws, but not too big. That string of fluent French Like a lover whispering in the ear.

All the lights were turned on, Wen Ning also left the piano when everyone jumped up, and he quietly stood at the end of everyone.

The trainees changed positions one by one and sang the lyrics assigned to them. When the climax came, they quickly surrounded them.

A passionate background sound sounded, and as soon as the drum beat fell, the trainees staggered and separated.

Wen Ning stood at the end of everyone, standing in the center, everyone's eyes were on him, Wen Ning raised the microphone, and a series of ethereal low voices rang out, and at the end of the singing, Wen Ning didn't put down the microphone directly , but raised his head and sang the soul treble of the song in the harmony of the sub-vocalists.

This high note was skipped by the previous group, because this high note cannot be sung by roaring. The high note of this song is very delicate. This section itself was added by the original singer of this song to show off his skills.

Not only is it high, but the voice has to be controlled more delicately. Those who want to sing will feel numb, and those who want to sing will have an orgasm.

Wen Ning's voice became louder and louder, and the audience fell silent.

His breath was too steady, without a single tremor, when the treble reached its peak, everyone trembled for no reason, as if a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, making them numb all over.

Even the trainees on the stage were shocked.

Fuck?Not so awesome during rehearsal!He must have dropped the key during rehearsal!

When Wen Ning finished speaking, the audience went crazy.

"Ahhh! This treble will kill me! This timbre will kill me! This stunning beauty will kill me!"

"I can! My phantom limb is really hard!"

"Where did this treasure come from!!"

Ruan Mei was already stupid, and the sisters behind her were also stupid, but they quickly recovered and sold Amway crazily.

"It's our Ning Bao! Wen Ning! Don't forget!!! It's Wen Ning!"

"Kangkang, our family Ningbao! He can milk and A, can be salty or sweet!"

As soon as the high note fell, Wen Ning walked to the front and stood in the C position. He lowered his head and panted slightly. His French singing was more proficient and his pronunciation was better. He danced while singing, and everyone fell back. Then they stood up with the help of their waist and hips, and their vests slid onto their upper bodies. When they stood up again, most of their chest and abdominal muscles were exposed.

"I'm dying!"

"This is my favorite stage tonight!!"

"I declare, I climbed the wall!!!"

The last burst of passionate drums fell, and everyone half-kneeled on the stage, sweating and flushed.

——The show is over.

The cheers of the huge mountain roar and tsunami sounded.

Wen Ning was panting all the time, he looked up, looking for Lu Huansheng's figure.

He looked around and finally found Lu Huansheng, who was standing in the center of the second floor.

The eyes of the two passed through the cheering crowd and became entangled together.

The author has something to say: Wen Ning: "Uncle see if I want to!"

Lu Huansheng (tears off his tie): "Desire."