When Lele went on stage unhappy, he was still confused.
The host's voice seemed to echo in another country, separated by a layer, making it feel unreal.
"Contestants, please draw lots!"
Li Mo smiled as he looked at the man and woman who came onto the stage at the same time. Lele seemed a little absent-minded, but Sanqianshui was in good spirits. He smiled and was not nervous at all.
The barrage seemed to have discovered a new world.
The passersby attracted by the four judges finally shifted their attention away from the judges and focused on the contestants. This focus was immediately remarkable.
"This young lady is so beautiful! When she smiles, I feel like I'm in love all over again!"
"Does anyone know the information of this young lady? Urgent!"
"She still looks young, but in a few years, her looks will be at the top of the entertainment industry, right?"
No matter how stupid the new fan group of Sanqianshui is, they know to seize the opportunity to recommend it to passers-by.
It was only after this recommendation that I realized that homemade steaming is really too mysterious. The only information circulating about it is three songs and one video.
Passersby only looked at Sanqianshui, and no one cared whether Lele was happy or not.
Milk powder fans are anxious, but they cannot help but admit it. In terms of appearance alone, few can compare with Sanqianshui.
Anyone standing next to him would look timid.
The handsome little guy who usually looks very handsome in the live broadcast room stood next to Sanqianshui, and became a self-luminous firefly, but was dimmed by the Milky Way next to him.
The etiquette officer came onto the stage holding a box.
There were two pieces of white paper, each engraved with the first and last two characters. Lele reached out and touched the character "首" unhappily, and the smile on his face suddenly became no different from crying.
Jiang Xi was very polite and smiled as he said "end".
Everyone knows that the first contestant to compete has a preconceived advantage in front of the judges.
Just like giving sugar without fighting, he took the initiative and immediately suppressed Lin Yufeifei's momentum, and Lin Yufeifei needed to spend more effort to cover up this preconceived idea.
Of course, the premise of all this is to perform well.
The same is true in reverse.
If one performs poorly, such as breaking the voice, singing out of tune, or forgetting the lyrics, the first contestant will immediately lose points from the judges.
Lele's unhappy expression was faithfully recorded by the high-powered camera, and passersby immediately thought that Lele was too petty. Didn't they see that the girl was so open and confident?
Li Mo on the stage clapped his hands in response:
"The order for the second group has been decided. Let's give the stage to Lele Bu Kuai first! Congratulations to him!"
The competition repertoire was reported an hour in advance, but for some reason the organizers allowed the contestants to temporarily change the repertoire within a minute of the competition - of course, this rule was useless.
So far, this situation has never occurred in the three Masked Singer Competitions held.
No performer on stage would treat it so frivolously. After all, any piece of music used in the competition has been practiced countless times in private and selected after repeated consideration.
Jiang Xi stepped down from the stage.
Lele was the only unhappy person left on the stage.
The spotlights dimmed at the same time, leaving only a shadow in the center. Lele's unhappy peach-pink suit suited him very well. After three thousand drops of water, that sweet feeling finally emerged.
A cheerful and lively prelude sounded.
This is the sweet song that Lele Bu Kuai is best at and most suitable for. His voice is a rare baby voice among boys. When he pinches his throat, it always feels like he is holding a piece of candy:
"I gently tasted the love you said for me, and I am still savoring the tenderness you once gave me..."
The peachy pink color is like strawberry ice cream in summer, making you want to lick it.
Milk powder manufacturers all over the world are already making crazy calls.
Even the comments started to say that Lele Bu Kuai sang so sweetly.
Only four judges had their brows furrowed tightly, and did not relax for a long time.
The layman watches the excitement, while the expert watches the details.
The song itself is not difficult. Compared to the difficulty of the high notes exploding and the low notes choking off, this is really a... lively and catchy song that anyone can hum.
But Lele is not happy and the way he sings is...very superficial.
It was like there was an anxious little person jumping around inside. Although the singing was still lively, the artistic conception was a world away. In particular, there were a few places where he nervously swallowed his saliva. His voice didn't break, but it really didn't sound like a professional musician.
It sounds good, purely because the song is good, and it has nothing to do with the singer.
Gradually, discordant comments appeared in the barrage:
"You all keep saying it's sweet, but why do I feel it's not sweet at all? Why is Lele so upset that he's unhappy?"
"Did I hear it wrong? There was a part in the middle that seemed a little off-tune."
"Don't go to the wrong place, Sanqianshui's army. Dissing Lele won't make your Zhengzhu sing better."
Not all people are blind.
Some people listen to songs for the rhythm, some listen to songs for the emotions. The emotional handling of the song "Le Le Bu Kuai" is obviously not very good.
Jiang Xi sat quietly in the backstage lounge listening to music.
It was called a lounge, but it was just a temporary shed. Lin Yufeifei and Jiaotang didn't come to visit, and the three of them knew each other well, so they didn't avoid it.
Jiaotang didn't ask for a while, and was a little puzzled: "Hey, I think Lu Lele is not right today, listen to the rapid change of voice, as if there is a vicious dog chasing behind."
Jiang Xi glanced at him: "...vicious dog?"
This glance gave Jiaotangbuda a sudden sense of crisis. "King of Hell? It's almost the same. That voice sounded quite uneasy, almost breaking, and he was holding his throat tightly together."
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