Following the host's announcement, all the audience fell silent, and even the live broadcast room was silent.
Countless people are waiting, and many are looking forward to it.
What kind of program will Shen Xian come up with to win this round?
The stage lights went dark, then lit up again.
Then, thirty-two students were seen rising slowly from the lift platform and standing in the center of the stage.
They were wearing the same school uniform, and when everyone saw the uniform, they knew where these kids were from.
There is the notorious No. 3 Middle School, the town middle school, as well as a private high school and a technical school.
The first impression these schools give people is that after finishing junior high school, these children have no place to go to high school, and then after entering here, they will become students who only work as screwdrivers.
“This is really a poor student!”
“These schools… it’s hard to describe them in a few words!”
"The students inside are all problem children!"
There were such remarks in the live broadcast room, and people were more familiar with the situation of these schools in Yangzhou City.
Eight students, all wearing headsets and loudspeakers, stood there, motionless.
On the big screen behind, a line of words began to appear - "Misplaced Genes".
Everyone was stunned and didn't understand what kind of show this was.
Then, the accompaniment sounded.
The prelude is very beautiful and melodious. When hearing it, many professional musicians became solemn.
Just by listening to the melody, you can already feel that the quality of this song is very high.
The song’s information began to appear on the big screen in the background – “Chasing Dreams with a Childlike Heart”.
When they saw the word "postman" appear, everyone was shocked.
"Shit, the postman really took action!"
"Sure enough, I was right. The Postman really wrote a song for this show!"
"Chasing Dreams with a Heart of Pursuit, this name sounds awesome, it seems like a sure thing!"
There are a lot of barrages popping up in the live broadcast room, and the audience is also very surprised.
Counting the days, it has been a long time since the Postman produced any work.
During this period, the postman seemed to have disappeared.
But in today's Chinese music scene, no one dares to look down on the postman.
Every song of The Postman is a huge hit.
It has become a consensus in the industry that whoever sings for someone will become famous.
So today, will the postman turn the tide again?
An Wen was actually a little nervous. Although he didn't know much about the entertainment industry, he was well aware of "The Postman".
The little kids and girls in the family were crazy about the postman for a while.
The second generation also became very nervous.
This postman has turned the tide and created miracles time and time again. He won’t be able to create a miracle today, right?
Before everyone could finish thinking, eight students took a step forward at the same time.
This means that out of the thirty-two students, eight will perform the song.
A student began to lead the singing: "Where is the world full of flowers..."
"If it really exists, I would definitely go..."
As he opened his mouth, the audience was stunned again and looked at each other in surprise.
Because this is really... too ugly!
He ran away with a hoarse voice, almost tone-deaf.
If the audience felt that the first student's singing skills had issues, then the second student's singing gave everyone a feeling - are they really not here to cause trouble?
"Fuck, this singing is too bad, isn't it?"
"I don't have the singing skills, the techniques, or the emotions!"
“The key is that every student is out of tune!”
"What a waste of the Postman's song!"
As the students sang, many felt it was painful.
As the song progresses, everyone knows that this is an inspirational song.
If a professional singer were to sing the song, it would definitely top the charts quickly.
"What a waste!" Zhou Wan said to himself, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
An Wen chuckled: "Now, even if the postman is a god, there is no way to turn the tide, right?"
Meng Yanzhou shrugged: "Yeah, I'm tone-deaf and totally out of tune. Even though I can't sing, I can sing better than them!"
"What a pity for this song. If I were to sing it, I would definitely be able to top the charts!" Liu Ruyun said to herself, and at the same time, her resentment towards Chen Xian increased.
Such a good song, you would rather sing it to these tone-deaf students than to me!
In your eyes, am I not as good as these strange students?
"How come you're not worried at all even though you're singing like this?" Song Yiyao couldn't help but ask when she saw Chen Xian still looking calm and composed.
Ning Yuan, who was in the distance, had been looking back and winking at Chen Xian, asking him what to do.
With a stable team and a good example, the creativity of "Score Pyramid" has impressed countless people. How can it be surpassed?
It’s okay if you don’t surpass others, but don’t lose too badly.
And now, people feel that this program is about to be crushed to the ground by "Score Pyramid"!
Upon hearing this, Shen Xian just smiled calmly: “What are you worried about?”
"This is all within my expectations. I didn't expect them to sing this song well."
Song Yiyao nodded gently.
She now has a certain understanding of Chen Xian, and knows that Chen Xian must have a backup plan, so she no longer asks questions and just listens to the song quietly.
The atmosphere at the scene could no longer be suppressed, and discussions broke out one after another.
Even the two big bosses Ning Zheng and Song Tianzong felt a little helpless.
Ning Zheng rubbed his aching brows and said, "Even if we replace him with a student with better singing skills, it would be worthy of this song."
The royal young mother smiled kindly: "I think these children sang with quite some emotion."
Then, the four students held hands and walked toward the audience, singing in chorus: "Run forward, with the pride of China!"
“How can we see the yam of life if we don’t persist?”
"It is better to burn out than to linger on."
“For the good in my heart.”
“Don’t compromise until you get old.”
Finally, the eight students' voices combined and echoed throughout the gymnasium.
After the performance, the eight people stood there quietly, as if waiting for something. All the sounds were muted, and even the lights on the stage dimmed.
Everyone knew that there was still a show because only eight out of thirty-two students stood up.
Sure enough, the big screen behind suddenly lit up.
The big screen looked like the snow on the black and white TV when I was a child, and it made a crackling sound.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen wavy lines appeared, rising and falling.
"What is this line? Stock speculation?"
"It's like an electrocardiogram. What is this?"
"It's the sound waves of the eight students singing that were recorded."
"What is this for?"
Even the calm Ning Zheng and Song Tianzong became curious.
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