"I?"
"What?" Ma Ji raised his eyebrows and sneered, "You don't even dare to go on stage, how can you sing? Go back to the drawing board and start over."
It’s not that I’m stage-frightened, but I’m afraid that someone I know will see me, and it would be bad if that happens and I get into trouble.
Xu Jing looked around the lounge, found a hip-hop hat, and put it on. "That'll do."
"Look at you, wearing a hat at night. Okay, listen to me sing it later and learn it well."
Xu Jing responded and found a secluded place to sit down and listen to music as arranged by Wang Ke.
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts see the secrets. Musicians must either be exceptionally creative and overlook their vocal shortcomings, or they must rely solely on talent and diligent practice.
If Xu Jing participated in a professional singing program, he would definitely be eliminated. However, he participated in a singing and dancing program, which relies on popularity, and popularity is also related to appearance. With this face and singing, Xu Jing is confident that he can join the training camp.
As for what will happen after the training camp, it is hard to say. At this stage, he can only take care of the things in front of him.
After the song was over, Ma Ji left the stage and told Xu Jing to change into a flashy white suit with diamonds. He really didn't like Xu Jing's hat, so he took it off before Xu Jing went on stage with the microphone.
As a result, Xu Jing held the microphone and stood in the center of the stage like a pillar.
The stage lights were not on yet, and the pitch blackness seemed to envelop him completely in an endless fog. Loneliness, emptiness, and coldness stimulated his five senses. Behind him was nothingness, and he could hear and feel nothing except the noisy voices.
With a "swoosh", a bright light hit his body. It was like soft moonlight enveloping him, caressing his whole body delicately and densely.
The sound quality of the microphone was very good. The long breathing sounds came through the microphone, like sighs one after another, like notes on a piano, ding-donging and knocking on the hearts of the guests passing by, and also made Xu Ziyu notice the person standing on the stage.
"What the hell?" Bao Er complained, not even enjoying his drink. Not only could he not find the person he was looking for, but now even the singer had changed. He was so pissed off.
"Brother Xu, just wait. I'm going to make that ignorant brat get out of here."
"Slow down." Xu Ziyu raised his hand to stop him.
Although they were far away and his face was not visible because he was wearing a mask, Xu Ziyu could not forget his figure.
He stood alone, graceful and elegant. The white suit on him really ruined his original pure attributes, and it was a bit out of place, but he managed to pull it off with his physique.
Some people can make people imagine and have wild thoughts even without showing their faces.
How could such a person belong only to Mo Zechuan?
Xu Ziyu took a sip of his wine and snapped his fingers. "Why aren't you singing yet?"
Yes, why don’t you open your voice for everyone to see?
Not only were the onlookers upset, but even Ma Ji backstage was extremely annoyed. "Where's the sound engineer? He's just there to eat for nothing. Hurry up and put on the accompaniment for 'Sunny Day'."
"I'm coming, I'm coming..."
The accompaniment takes people back to the summer that only belongs to 18-year-olds.
The little yellow flower in the story has been blooming since the year it was born...
It is a simple melody but it can evoke a youthful memory deep in one's memory.
Young and ignorant, yet full of youthful vigor and vitality.
Accompanied by the young boy's immature voice, this very stupid yet desirable youth is experienced in a solid way.
Xu Ziyu even forgot to drink and the troubles swirling in his mind.
He just wanted to listen to a lyrical song to soothe the pain of being ignored.
Unexpectedly, I accidentally planted a willow tree and heard a voice from the depths of my memory.
The memory of when he once thought he was stupid and naive and could conquer the whole world came back to him, making Xu Ziyu feel mixed emotions. His emotions were exaggerated to the extreme and he even hummed a few lines.
"On this windy day, I tried to hold your hand..."
The whole audience couldn't help but sing along with the handsome guy on the stage. What they sang was not just a song, but their memories, life, and the burning years of youth.
By the end of the song, even those with a low tear point started to cry and couldn't stop crying. I recalled those crazy years and the confessions I received.
Regrets don't just happen when you're young; they exist in every age. It's just that the self of that time is the most worth remembering and cherishing.
Even Ma Ji, who was listening to music in the background, couldn't help but say "WTF!"
He rubbed his eyes, tears welling up. "Why the hell am I crying? This little guy is really good at creating a good atmosphere. Why not just hang out with me? I'll help him become famous."
"Don't bother with that." Wang Ke couldn't help but roll his eyes. He looked towards the stage and said, "He's really ambitious. He wants to step onto a bigger stage. How can a mere gold medal stop him?"
Maji only heard Aba Aba, "Singing and Dancing Stage"
Huh? The young man can sing and dance? This will definitely liven up the atmosphere of the entire singing and dancing stage.
"Let him sing the next dance song." Ma Ji looked through the records. Which record is more suitable for the young man?
Ma Ji scratched his head, thought for a moment, then pulled out a Mayday album. After searching through it, he spotted "Love In Love." Hey, that's it. It's energetic yet cute, perfect for romantic young people.
"Sound engineer, play this song later. Let the young man continue dancing. By the way, what's his name?"
Wang Ke said: "Call her Mulan. Wait, Mulan can't sing or dance."
"What's the big deal? You can learn it by just watching a few simple moves."
Ma Ji thought about it and asked someone to call the dancers. The playlist for each day was fixed. Except for a few impromptu songs, different dancers would be arranged for the others.
Ma Ji has sung this Mayday song several times and has mastered the dance.
He let a few dancers dance in the front, and he sang and learned at the back. The moves were not difficult and he learned them in a short time.
"It's settled then. Send someone down to change clothes later." Ma Ji's eyes fell on the bunny costume not far away, and he smiled. "Change into this one."
"Oh my God, you are forcing me to die." If Mr. Mo San knew that his sweetheart was dancing in a rabbit costume, he would definitely overturn the golden costume.
"What does it matter? Who would recognize him if he was wearing a mask anyway?"
Wang Ke looked up at the sky in silence, choking on Ma Ji's words. I hope no one knows him. God bless me, Amen.
During the intermission, Xu Ziyu sent the photos he had just taken to Mo Zechuan.
"Dude, you're not being authentic when you're looking at what's in the bowl and eating what's in the pot."
If you don't mind, just let him play with it for a few days. He also likes the tender melon style.
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