Just then, applause broke. It was the singing instructors who clapped the loudest, and then one of them held up the microphone to remark: "Better than I expected. Most of you on stage have a good grasp of tones and vocalization, and there aren’t any particularly off places. The harmony was good too."
"The two climaxes were also shockingly good, the first being passionate and restrained, the second giving a sense of reckless abandon, each one higher than the last."
At this point, Xiao Xuexue paused. Her gaze landed on Wei Qinghe, filled with undisguised admiration: "Moreover, Wei Qinghe, you might be better suited to singing."
Everyone knew that Wei Qinghe was charming, but beneath that charm lay an exceptional voice.
Xiao Xuexue had been in this industry for twenty to thirty years. She had mentored numerous newcomers, some who had spent over a decade singing and ended up bankrupt, and some who found fame with just a single song. She saw potential and explosive power in Wei Qinghe. His voice had a captivating story to tell.
Gifted with such exceptional talent, he worked even harder than others.
Fame was only a matter of time.
Thinking about this, Xiao Xuexue’s eyes glowed even brighter.
She was always happy to see someone succeed.
"I second that." Yu Zijun, who had been observing all along, raised his hand to express his agreement.
Wei Qinghe, whose talent received repeated recognition, couldn’t help but smile. He pressed the microphone closer to his mouth: "I will try my best."
Not only the instructors, but Wei Qinghe himself also really enjoyed the process of venting emotion in song, without any restraint or restraint.
"Mm, looking forward to your future performances."
Then the group of them walked off the stage.
The last to exit, Wei Qinghe, was patted on the shoulder by Zhang Tianbin, who chuckled: "You really sang well."
Wei Qinghe responded with a laugh: "Well, I practiced a lot."
"Isn’t it much better than when you were acting and constantly worrying about things?" Zhang Tianbin sighed with feeling, he had just seen a different Wei Qinghe on the stage, sweaty and carefree.
That’s how it should be.
"Haha, indeed." Wei Qinghe said, laughing.
After the trainees finished their performance, they had a twenty-minute break. Wei Qinghe and Zhang Tianbin walked towards the rest area at the recording venue. As they walked, Wei Qinghe scratched his head a few times, finally showing an age-appropriate expression on his face, "I took a long detour before now."
How long has he studied acting? One or two years perhaps.
But it’s not too late, he’s only 22 years old.
Thinking about it put Wei Qinghe at ease.
He couldn’t wait to sit down and send Yu Ting a message.
Wei Qinghe: I was praised for my singing today. I might switch to studying singing later.
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"Don’t worry, it’s not too late to switch careers. Didn’t anyone at your former company let you try singing?" Zhang Tianbin asked from beside him.
Someone like Wei Qinghe might be able to learn acting, but he would certainly not become famous just from acting for a few years, and might even flop. His talent clearly leans towards singing.
They should have realized that from a few trial sings.
"No, they just let me study acting." Wei Qinghe replied, raising his hand to touch his own face, "They said I was good-looking and would easily become familiar to the audience." He was being young to make a living.
But unexpectedly, Wei Qinghe became familiar to the audience by being criticized.
After resting for a while, the forty-odd people were once again gathered by the staff.
"Everyone come over, let’s talk about the schedule for the sixth episode."
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