It starts with majestic drum beats, followed by the melodious yet murderous sound of the guzheng, like a sharp sword, striking everyone's heart.
The already somewhat weak state was instantly mobilized.
The students and instructors present were all in high spirits, and the audience in the live broadcast room was also extremely excited.
This song is Yuan Yijun's famous song and also his most classic song. It has won numerous awards and was rated as the epoch-making golden song "King".
The song is just like its name, King, very domineering and shocking.
The MV is even called a masterpiece.
Yuan Yijun's fans call him "My King", and even get recognition from others, which also comes from this song. In addition, his name contains the word "Jun", so fans call themselves "Princess".
So, as a crazy fan of Yuan Yijun who follows him every day, who wouldn’t be excited when I suddenly hear this song?
[Fuck, Si Qingjiu is so bold. ]
[Amazing! I didn’t expect this.]
[Oh my god, you are so brave to challenge this song. It has been three years since this song came out, and no one who sang it has failed.]
[Exciting, Si Qingjiu is so bold, I like it. 】
[Fuck, can this bitch Si Qingjiu please stop touching my king? It's so annoying. She's bringing shame upon herself. ]
[I am really disgusted with Si Qingjiu now. It is too obvious that you are taking advantage of my king. Can you please have some shame? ]
[Si Qing, get out of here, you bastard.]
The live broadcast room was instantly filled with insults, and the students who knew Si Qingjiu at the scene kept looking at the two people on the stage.
Crazy fans chased here and sang their idol’s songs in front of their idol. They didn’t care about the other party’s ability. They just wanted to see this scene.
It’s a pity that the instructors all had their backs to them, so they couldn’t see Yuan Yijun’s expression at the moment.
Hu Yan felt even more relaxed and at ease, with a smile on his face that he couldn't stop. However, he noticed Si Qingjiu's stiff movement holding the microphone.
Although he knew that Si Qingjiu was a waste and had no strength at all, he was still worried about accidents. In order to avoid them, he did something secretly.
Someone replaced his song.
But he really didn't expect that it would be changed to this song.
He just mentioned it to the other party and indicated that this way the effect would be better.
If the other party changes the song to this song, the effect will be that one plus one is greater than three.
Even if he had really good singing skills, he couldn't overcome this problem, not to mention that the song also involved a very difficult dance.
He couldn't wait to see what happened next.
As impatient as he was, the director team, Sun Zhuo and Xizhe also came to the fore.
Only Yuan Yijun frowned when he heard the music, and rubbed his fingers on the student information sheet on the table in front of him. The personal performance talent on it was written in black and white: "Listen to the Voice of the Heart".
It is a slow lyrical song and also a classic song, but it does not contain any whining. On the contrary, it is very strong and sunny, and carries the beauty of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, which is very suitable for his outfit today.
It's just a test of singing skills. If you sing well, it's very contagious. If you sing badly, it's like a car accident scene.
Si Qingjiu naturally understood the core of the song, so he wore a youthful and sunny outfit as clear as the blue sky and white clouds. But now, he was given a completely different song.
Have you ever seen someone wearing fresh and simple outfits and dancing to hot songs and dances with clear rhythms on stage?
That's like going to a seafood restaurant for a barbecue.
I don't know which one is more outrageous.
Si Qingjiu really admires these troublemakers, who cause one scandal after another.
It sounded like the prelude was about to end. He should have moved when the prelude started, but now some people were confused.
I finished digesting the song I just found urgently. Fortunately, it was Yuan Yijun's song, and the original owner had a deep memory of it.
He stuffed the microphone in his trouser pocket and quickly took off his sky blue sweatshirt, revealing a tight white shirt underneath.
Just throw it away, the posture is elegant and lazy.
His slender fingers slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and then tugged at his collar.
The shirt that was originally worn neatly suddenly revealed her slender, white neck, and the delicate collarbone hidden under the clothes was also faintly visible.
【！ ！ ！ ！】
【！ ！ ！】
【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh】
[The one in front hurt my eyes. 】
[Ahhhh I can’t help it, oh my god oh my god, this, this this…]
[awsl, how could he do this? ! ]
[Oh my god, he is so bewitching. ]
[I was really shocked. When he took off his clothes, I was still wondering what he was doing, but the next second I was bewitched by him throwing his clothes.]
[The action of unbuttoning is so tempting, who are you trying to seduce? ! ]
[To be honest, he wasn't just unbuttoning my clothes, he was clearly unbuttoning my heart.]
[This man is so good! ]
【Why is the screen so dirty? Let me lick it. 】
The students in the audience also opened their eyes wide at his action.
Yuan Yijun even changed his posture and watched with interest.
Si Qingjiu grabbed the soft-looking hair, making it messy.
His gentle and indifferent eyes narrowed slightly and then opened again, filled with arrogance and arrogance. Before anyone could react, he smiled at the camera.
With a hint of evil in his curve and a sudden change of pride, he looked like a king standing among thorns.
The guzheng played its last note, and Si Qingjiu took out the microphone, made a beautiful hand flower and put it to her lips.
"I bloom among the thorns, far away from the emerald forest, waiting to come..."
The powerful lyrics came out of his mouth, not soft at all, but sonorous and loud. His deep voice was like a fine wine that had been hidden for ten years and finally opened in one day, striking directly into people's hearts.
【！ ！ ！ Kao！ 】
【Cao! 】
[Is the text in the front hard to type? Don't type all the characters, you're blocking me from looking at the beauty. ]
[Who can understand my mood at this moment? I have been screaming like crazy for a long time. ]
【Oh my god.】
[Oh my god, is this really Si Qing wine? He was clearly an elegant beauty before, who is this Gu King? ]
[I declare that Si Qingjiu is my wife. Wow, my wife is so beautiful.]
[This is obviously my wife. If you do this, he will have to coax me tonight. ]
[If you had had a peanut, you wouldn't be so drunk. ]
All those who originally came to Hei Siqingjiu to cause trouble were frightened by the person on the screen.
This was a scene that none of them had expected, especially the arranged water army, who didn't know how to start for a moment.
Where is the singing and dancing that was promised to be useless?
Oh, and there’s dancing.
He was just singing, not dancing.
Thinking of this, a group of people quickly rushed in.
[What's the point of just being able to sing? This is a talent show, not a singing competition.]
[Si Qingjiu's singing is just so-so. And his body movements, are they untamed? Why aren't they moving? I remember Yuan Yijun started dancing as soon as the music started.]
[This strength is not
OK, what a waste of such a good song by my king. 】
[The production team is really inhumane. They let someone like Si Qingjiu take advantage of Yuan Yijun's popularity. I don't know who they are trying to discredit.]
[Si Qingjiu's wine is so lame, so embarrassing. ]
【？ ？ ？】
【Children, do you have a lot of question marks? 】
[Where did this group of strange guys come from? ]
[Si Qing is a bad drinker? Is his singing average? I really have a big question mark. ]
The audience who actually watched the show were confused.
Staring at the screen, he suddenly gave me a nonchalant look, like a king looking down on everyone.
The barrage went crazy again.
As the lyrics progressed, Si Qingjiu's face became sharp and his eyes were as sharp as knives, as if they were grown on the top of a glacier.
He glanced at the people in the audience, which made them feel sad.
Hu Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes red, he couldn't believe that the person who made such a fuss as soon as he opened his mouth would be Si Qingjiu.
How is this possible?
Leng Feng and others around him accepted it very quickly.
They already knew that Si Qingjiu was very powerful, and now they were just being told clearly how powerful he was.
They suddenly understood why he was suppressed and plotted against.
The strength is too arrogant.
At this moment, they felt even more disgusted with Hu Yan and were filled with anger.
Because they knew in their hearts that either Si Qingjiu or one of them would play this role today.
To set him off.
The music turned to the chorus, and more intense drum beats accompanied by loud suona cut through the sky.
As soon as Si Qingjiu put away the microphone, he started crying the moment a drum beat fell, and his whole body moved to the rhythm.
The dance steps are exquisite and unrestrained, and each movement is gentle yet firm, with the strength controlled just right.
With the addition of the sanxian, Si Qingjiu leaped into the air, turned his body 180 degrees, and landed lightly on the ground.
Looking back, I feel unbridled and proud.
He didn’t have any fancy performance clothes, just a simple white shirt and white pants, but he had a decisiveness and dignity like a king.
Yuan Yijun felt his heartbeat became irregular. He became a little excited from the moment he changed his appearance. At this moment, there was only that person in his eyes.
The precise step was like stepping on his heart.
Gracefully and with
The aesthetic movements of force fell on his retina and he was fascinated by it.
Ling Ji, Xiu Ya, and Xi Zhe who were standing next to them were also stunned and mesmerized.
【My mentor at this moment is me! 】
[Ahhhh my king’s eyes are so affectionate. ]
[Although I really hate Si Qingjiu for always pestering my king, to be honest, he is really amazing. ]
[The person who previously mocked Si Qingjiu for having untamed limbs, come out. ]
[You call this untamed limbs? Then aren't we all disabled?]
[I was really amazed. Si Qingjiu danced really well. There was such a big gap between him and Yuan Yijun, but you just felt that they were evenly matched.]
[There is no need to be so hasty to praise the previous one. Please, fans of Si Qingjiu should have some self-awareness. He is not worthy of being compared with my king. ]
[That's right, it's just a performance. Who knows how long he practiced for? He's really scheming.]
[Si Qingjiu only knows this one trick, riding on my king's popularity and dragging my king down. What the hell, his dancing and singing are so average.]
[Yuan Yijun's fans are too narrow-minded. He is excellent, and you can't be so prejudiced even if you hate him.]
[I am speechless. Regardless of how good Si Qing Jiu Ren is, just this performance proves his ability, no matter how long he has practiced, okay? ]
The live broadcast room was noisy again. From the beginning of the broadcast to now, the controversy over Si Qingjiu ran through the entire show.
The director looked at this scene with extremely complicated feelings.
He didn't know anything about the song. On the contrary, he was very happy about it. This was all unnecessary controversy.
But the problem is, this situation is not good.
"Didn't they say that this person is useless at singing and dancing?" The director couldn't help but ask, staring at his assistant, then at the producer, and finally at the assistant director.
Several people looked at each other, their moods were like riding a roller coaster.
"The information handed over by Ace Entertainment said that the other party is just a vase beauty with mediocre performance." The assistant director was depressed, because he was the one who asked the music director to change the song.
The original intention was to respond to the opinion of Ace Entertainment, but this turned out to be the complete opposite.
The assistant nodded silently: "According to the information I collected, some insiders from Ace Entertainment also said that they saw him training and he is indeed a waste."
The producer was even more silent. He was in charge of the investors and got more information, but he was no different from them.
The director has a headache
"With this trend, he is definitely going to explode. Aren't you really deceived by the news you received?"
Assistant Director: “…”
assistant:"…"
Producer: “…”
Watching the person on the monitor getting better and better, and the data in the live broadcast room next to him getting higher and higher, the director touched his chin and said, "The one that Ace Entertainment really wants to promote is him, right?"
Assistant Director: “…”
After two seconds of silence, he said, "Probably not."
Director: "Why else would the first stage have to be live-streamed? Wouldn't it be so that everyone can see his excellence and gain fans along the way to his debut?"
Assistant Director: “…”
Producer: “…”
assistant:"…"
What you said actually makes a lot of sense.
The atmosphere on the director's side was subtle, and the song on the stage was reaching its final stage.
During the last chorus, Si Qingjiu sang and danced.
The hand microphone did not affect his movements at all, but instead made people feel more unrestrained and free.
Originally, singing and dancing are done with headsets, especially for high-intensity and high-difficulty singing and dancing. Hand microphones will hinder the movements, making it difficult for the performers to interpret the performance and requiring more considerations.
But Si Qingjiu had no such problem at all, it was as if he was not holding the microphone at all, his movements were smooth and the hand movements involved were also done very beautifully, with first-class completion.
The huge stage, with him alone, did not make the stage seem empty at all, but rather it seemed as if it should be that way.
He is a king, a king born for the stage.
Brilliant light.
When the last note of music ended, he faced the camera and slowly curled his lips. Because of the movement, his cheeks were slightly rosy and as smooth as jade.
The crimson color adorning the ends of those beautiful eyes was slightly upturned, like a small hook, thick and winding, making people want to touch it.
But the indifference in his eyes made people afraid to approach him.
Because of his slight panting, his lips were slightly open, the color was rich, and the slight trembling seemed like blood, cold and icy.
He put down the microphone, played with it casually, and glanced at them from the side, his eyes passing through the lens, falling lightly on their hearts.
He clearly didn't say anything, but they felt as if he was talking.
I am king.
【Ahhhhhhhhhh, this is so handsome. 】
[It’s amazing. Siqing wine is amazing. 】
[How can he be so beautiful and cool! ! ! ]
[I can’t take it anymore. My heart is beating faster. Where are my quick-acting heart pills?]
【Brother, marry me! 】
[Wife, wife, look at me! ]
[tui, don’t you have a wife? Why are you always fighting with me for her? This is my wife. ]
If Yuan Yijun was reading the comments at this moment, he would definitely impulsively go up and say something.
This is my wife.
He had been interested in this person since he met him, and now he felt that he was tailor-made for him.
It fits in everywhere, especially musically.
The performance he just gave was different from his own.
But the core inside is the same.
It’s as if two people intersected in time and space, using their own different ways of expression to show each other their common goals.
It is a kind of spiritual resonance.
"Wonderful, so wonderful." Xizhe was the first to come back to his senses, clapping his hands in admiration.
The scene just now was a visual enjoyment.
Ling Ji also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's wonderful, so great, I have seen many people perform this song, and they are all mediocre. You gave me a big surprise."
"It's really a surprise." Yuan Yijun couldn't hide the emotions in his eyes and stared straight at the person on the stage, "This song suits you very well."
King.
He is also a natural born king.
[Yuan Yijun seems to be very particular about Si Qingjiu. ]
[I just feel that the way Yuan Yijun looks at Si Qingjiu is not so innocent.]
[Good fellow, you dare to say that! Those princesses are about to rush over.]
[Reminder ahead, the princess will arrive at the battlefield in three seconds, please be prepared. ]
[…]
[What nonsense! Our king has no intention at all. He just thought Si Qingjiu's performance was okay. Stop giving our king stuff.]
[Please all cats and dogs stay away from our king. Our king is just giving face to the program team. Please know. ]
[The king is simply admiring a junior, so please don't overthink it.]
【Good fellow, he is here as expected. 】
[The front row sells melon seeds, peanuts and tea. ]
The barrage of comments went off track. It was late at night, and everyone was more energetic than the other.
"Thank you." Si Qingjiu nodded slightly, his voice was still a little hoarse, but particularly intoxicating.
In particular
The breathy sound he made while speaking made people feel itchy.
Lingji and Xiuya had already covered their chests exaggeratedly, as if they were bewitched.
The live broadcast room was also filled with screams.
"Ahhh, how come you are so good?" Lingji couldn't help but yell, and Xiuya agreed again and again: "Indeed, indeed, junior brother, you are amazing."
Yuan Yijun felt proud listening to the two people's praise, but when he saw tiny beads of sweat on their foreheads, he suppressed his excitement and returned to the topic.
"Okay, we've been watching for so long and everyone is tired, so let's make it quick and get to the ratings."
[Why do I feel like Yuan Yijun is distressed? ]
[What a coincidence, I found him looking at Si Qingjiu. ]
[When the camera was pointed at him just now, Si Qingjiu had sweat on his forehead and his breathing was unstable. He wanted to rest early.]
【Ahhh, he loves him so much! 】
【I actually want to watch the extra test. 】
Ling Ji actually wanted to cue an extra test, but she also deeply agreed with Yuan Yijun's words, as everyone was tired.
It was another high-intensity performance just now, and it was probably improvisation. His body must have been overloaded. You can tell by looking at his condition.
Si Qingjiu was indeed feeling tired at this moment. This body had not been trained and the movements he had just performed were already his limit.
Just as I was about to say thank you, Sun Zhuo spoke.
"Wait, I want to see an extra test."
Ling Ji and others immediately frowned and looked at him.
Yuan Yijun's smile also faded. !
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