Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

Don't worry, I didn't leave.

When Qu Yang said these words with a smile on his face, the audience who were still hesitant on the wall jumped down without hesitation.

"You tease you again and again!"

"Aww, new husband!"

"It's so handsome that it's unreal, like my dream when I was young."

The older instructor couldn't help laughing: "Don't say it, you're really good at flirting."

After making a joke, the senior tutor straightened his expression: "This song "The Bloom of Dreams" already has the demeanor that the blue is better than the blue. In terms of cooperation, I have seen your centripetal force and team spirit."

The six people in group B listened carefully and smiled slightly.

"Just now Group A focused on dancing, and you all took the microphones and turned on the mic, focusing on singing. Each has its own emphasis and strengths. What surprised me is Fang Qingzhuo's strength and performance, which can be said to be... ..."

The senior instructor thought about his words and praised without hesitation: "You have moved the CD to the live stage, and you will eventually have a place in the Chinese and even world music circles."

There was an uproar at the scene, this evaluation was too high, but when they looked at the shining young man on the stage, they felt that it should be so.

"Thank you teacher."

The teammates were more excited than Qu Yang himself, they bent down and bowed together with Qu Yang.

"I'm very satisfied with Group B's performance, very, must be very! It's just a pity that I also scored full marks in the previous round, and it will be embarrassing if I can't make up the gap in a while." asked the other three instructors, "What do you think?"

"very!"

"Come on, what's there to be picky about?"

"Thank you teacher."

The eyes of everyone present fell on Jiang Zhi. This woman who only believed in hard power froze slightly, and it took a long time to spit out a "ten".

The average score is ten.

Unexpected but reasonable.

When Ji Lin walked backstage, he couldn't help jumping up and down: "Full marks! We won!"

Going crazy again, Fu Sixuan shook his head, but couldn't stop the smile on his face.

The passage to the backstage was neither long nor short, and soon they saw the door. The two stood guard in front of the door, their eyes lit up when they saw them coming, and they quickly approached with the microphone and camera.

"Hello, we are reporters from Nirvana Entertainment. We are invited by the program team to be responsible for the interview work of every event and performance. Can I take 5 minutes of your time to do an interview?"

Several people looked at each other and nodded: "Of course."

These two journalists have been watching the video from the stage equipment all the time. They plan to wait until the rehearsal is over to find two popular and well-performing teams and conduct a brief interview to make a small preview.

It wasn't until they saw the performance of Group B that they were still unsatisfied, and at the same time, they came over to interview without hesitation.

After asking several team members one by one, the woman who was interviewing with a smile turned her eyes to Qu Yang: "It's not an exaggeration to say that Fang Qingzhuo's four-stage high-pitched voice shocked the audience just now, and I have a question to ask you next, you... "

The door opened slightly, and an unknown force came in, and the woman's words suddenly turned a corner: "I don't know what you think about the plagiarism incident eight years ago?"

As soon as the words came out, the expressions of everyone in Group B changed, and the colleagues in charge of the recording looked in disbelief.

Qu Yang heard an imperceptible "click", the tiny door was closed, and the corner of his lips slightly hooked the microphone.

The woman suddenly came back to her senses, realized what she had just said, her face turned pale, and she hurriedly made amends: "Ah, it's not..."

The slender white hand made a gesture, and pressed down gently from the air, the woman silenced, and stared at Qu Yang in a daze.

"About plagiarism, I have explained it many times, but no one wants to believe it. Now that I am asked again, I will say it again."

"Plagiarism is the greatest insult to art. I have never plagiarized and never will."

Qu Yang's tone was calm and gentle, but his tone was unquestionable.

"When that incident broke out, almost everyone condemned me and nailed me to the pillar of shame. I can understand this kind of zero tolerance for plagiarism."

Qu Yang looked directly at the camera: "But have you ever thought about the strangeness of this? First, a normal person would be too lazy to even change the lyrics and music, and release a song with a similarity as high as 90.00% three days after his teammates released the song. song?"

Of course not, everyone knows it well.

Qu Yang smiled, then questioned.

"Secondly, the old Qin who composed the lyrics is famously relentless towards plagiarists. I copied him, and there is a lot of evidence. Why didn't he sue me and let the law punish me, the so-called plagiarist? "

"Thirdly, I have some understanding of Qin Lao's previous lyrics and music style, which is completely different from "Spring Breeze". After finishing the song "Spring Breeze", the original style of the work has returned... The switch between styles is really interesting. Is it so smooth?"

Listing out the oddities one by one makes it hard to deal with.

Qu Yang stared at the camera with cold eyes, he chuckled: "Hundreds of thousands of replies scolding me... My clarifications are chased and bitten every time, and all kinds of drafts on the Internet point to me. The rookie who just debuted directly made the plagiarism incident go viral."

The meaning inside and outside the words is very clear. When he said this, he was silent for two seconds, leaving room for people to think carefully.

Is it true that no one is hiring sailors behind the scenes to fuel the flames?

This farce full of flaws is simply the route expected by the behind-the-scenes, step by step to an absurd ending.

Qu Yang suppressed his smile, sat upright, and threw out the last thunder: "I have been writing manuscripts before, and I have no habit of storing them on the Internet. Now I have found the evidence, and I will release it when Dream 101 is over."

On the way back, Group A sat in the front of the car, and Group B sat in the rear of the car.

After their two sets of performances plus interview time, Qu Yang rested for a while, and now he is in a good state of mind. He sat by the window, put on his earphones, and lazily watched the video that Ji Lin had pushed for him just now.

The name of the video is [Let's watch the dimensionality reduction strike of the gods]

Before Qu Yang clicked in, he really didn't expect to praise himself.

It's a rough edit. The video only shows the rehearsal scene of the AB group of "Dream Blooming" just now. Due to lighting problems, the color tone of the picture is sometimes dim and sometimes bright, but no one pays attention to this.

"See Shengjin."

"Today is also a day to indulge in the beauty of Ah Sheng's prosperity!"

"Good guy, split-screen public execution, feel sorry for group B for a second."

"??? Those who went to the scene looked at you in a daze."

The person who uploaded the video divided the song into four parts, the beginning, the climax, the next part, and the end, first group A, then group B.

As soon as Group B's performance was played, the barrage changed.

"Want to hear the truth? It's the same as talking about Su. Compared with this, I always feel that Han Qisheng is a bit hypocritical."

"It's really a fairy!!"

"Needless to say, the judgment will be judged."

"Just came out of the scene, and the instructor said that this is a CD level."

"Isn't the one in front of you a high-end ktv? Hahahahaha."

Ji Lin laughed in a low voice next to him: "Oh, you don't know how annoying they are in Group A. When you meet them on the way to the restaurant, dormitory, and bathroom, you will greet them openly, but in fact they will be sarcastic. It's all right now." , This video was posted by a fan of Han Qisheng."

"Happy now?"

"It's not just happy, it's all about comfort!"

Qu Yang looked at him sideways: "You didn't sleep at noon, you will go back later and make an appointment with them to go to the training room, how about sleeping now?"

Looking at Qu Yang's indifferent face, his excitement gradually calmed down, Ji Lin nodded, and obediently leaned his head back: "Okay, call me when we arrive."

Qu Yang looked at the receding street scene outside the window, and when the time was up, he lowered his head to look at the last video.

"I'm gone."

"I rely on me, this transition is really amazing!"

"I feel sorry for those fans who are jumping up and down to defend the real master. This gap can be covered up by your poor cough and cold condition? Fans follow the righteous master and use ignorance as an excuse, laughing to death."

"Please, can you release the full version of Group B? I'll make the single loop after I've eliminated the background noise."

"Looking forward to the gods at the performance tomorrow!!"

When getting out of the car, Han Qisheng's face was a little ugly, and he looked at the back in front of him with heavy eyes.

The young man who got out of the car before him carried a backpack on his back, and walked briskly towards the bedroom, free and easy.

Han Qisheng's face was still a little pale, and he staggered when he was in a trance, but fortunately, his teammates who were walking beside him helped him up in time.

"Asheng, are you okay? I see something wrong with your face."

Han Qisheng shook his head, endured the slight pain in his head, and walked forward.

If you have any plans, you have to cultivate your spirit. Besides, it is difficult to do anything in this state.

Qu Yang came to the dormitory according to the memory of the original owner. It used to be a four-person bedroom. After several rounds of elimination, no one was willing to move in. Now he is the only one left.

After a simple wash, Qu Yang took out the key from under the pillow, opened the cabinet, and found a few simple folded sweaters, jeans, and coats, and the rest of the space was occupied by piles of notebooks, with a thin notebook on top computer.

Qu Yang took out his computer and notebook, and flipped through them roughly. The dark-colored ones were songs that couldn't be sold after writing, and could only be piled up in his hands. They were all here for eight years, and he carried them with him like treasures.

The style of the song is depressing, and even the drooling little sweet song is not quite right. Before he entered, Fang Qingzhuo had already realized the seriousness of the problem and was trying to correct his creative state, so all subsequent revisions were recorded in the shallow in a thick book with a black cover.

Qu Yang carried the book to the desk, took out the one that was in the backpack earlier, sat down to read it quietly, and said in his heart: "All of them."

The small ball of light hovered over his shoulders, it was quiet all the time, dangling in front of Qu Yang's eyes like a fake corpse.

"Yes, all of them!"

"Inquire about music awards at home and abroad."

0641 knew the information he was looking for, and after searching in the database of this small world, he said: "The most authoritative GA music award in the world music scene still has three days before the deadline for registration. For Xia Guo's own country, the golden song There is still one month until the deadline for applications.”

"The people's happiness index in this world is relatively high, and there are several times more people in the entertainment industry than in the previous modern world, so screening, review, and selection are all faster."

Qu Yang stretched out his hand and rubbed the little light ball, the light ball couldn't help rubbing against it.

"Total is really good."

0641 giggled: "Hey."

"Let's put the data here for the time being, and turn on the recording studio simulation function."

"Okay! The current simulation progress is 3%..."

After briefly reading the information, and scanning all the notebooks at a glance, Qu Yang focused his attention on a song. Beside his hand, the page of the light-colored notebook about the corresponding amendments was open.

Qu Yang made a mark and folded the paper.

It is it.