Chapter 284 Music Painter

Chapter 284 Music Painter

"The Great Devil!"

"Big Devil!!!"

The stage lights changed, and Wang Jiawei, a strong contender for the championship, walked to the center of the stage with confident and calm steps amid the cheers of fans.

Amid the anticipation of thousands of audiences and the passionate melody, she raised the microphone and began singing.

She sang a rock song tonight. Her powerful voice made the audience feel so excited that they couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.

Judges' seat.

"E3 to E6, this singing skill is amazing!"

Lu Liangshan listened to Wang Jiawei's singing and secretly gave her a thumbs up.

For ordinary singers, it is not easy to control a two-octave vocal range, but Wang Jiawei can easily cover three octaves, making her a "vocal range monster" among Chinese female singers.

She was born with a pair of flexible and powerful vocal cords, and with scientific and systematic training, she developed a metallic vocal cord, which makes her very good at singing rock songs.

Soon, she brought the atmosphere to a climax.

"As expected of the Great Demon King, so strong!"

"When she sings songs that suit her, she is the absolute queen on this stage!"

Singers waiting room.

Lin Zhixing listened carefully, and felt an inexplicable pressure when he thought that the next song would be even better than this one.

Fang Jian, who was also shocked by the great devil's strength, shrank back and his eyes fell on Song Ge and Lin Zhixing beside him.

Based on their singing performance just now, I couldn't help but worry for them when I thought that they would most likely be competing against Wang Jiawei.

"Zhixing, do you want to get the title of singing king?"

"???"

Lin Zhixing was stunned, turned his head to look at Song Ge who was staring at the screen and pursing his lips thoughtfully, and nodded heavily, "Of course I did."

Song Ge retracted his gaze, turned his head and said seriously: "Then let's go back to the original key for the next song and give it a try, otherwise it will be difficult to beat her."

Lin Zhixing was silent for a moment, then nodded and stood up and said, "Okay, now come with me to the dressing room."

In the prepared version of "A Bridge of Fate", Lin Zhixing toned down the original version.

In order to achieve the best singing effect, Leehom used a female voice key in the original version, which was too difficult above the voice change point, and sounded powerless, which did not quite match with Tam. Tam's singing was more like opera, with more direct emotions and greater tension.

Because of this, there were hot comments on the Internet.

Leehom Wang: Is this a woman?

Tan Weiwei: Is this a man?

The effect produced by Lin Zhixing singing in the original tune was very similar to that produced by Leehom. He was afraid that the 500 audience members who didn't understand music would give him low scores, so he chose to lower the tune to be safe.

But as Song Ge said, judging from the current situation, if she doesn't get promoted back, there is a high probability that she will not be able to defeat the big devil Wang Jiawei.

In the dressing room.

"What are you doing in the dressing room?"

Song Ge was called to the dressing room by Lin Zhixing, and asked in surprise with raised eyebrows.

Lin Zhixing cleared his throat and said anxiously, "Hurry up, let's practice it again in the original tune. You have to show your competitive spirit."

"good……"

Time is tight, after half a song...

Lin Zhixing glanced at Song Ge's feet, but did not see the "pigeon egg" he expected.

[Current: Singing skills high B (42/50). ]

"Why!"

Just 3 points of proficiency away from breaking through to a new level in the high notes, Lin Zhixing wanted to try before the performance to see if a miracle would happen so that his singing would be even better.

However, things did not go as planned and the miracle did not happen.

"Don't be nervous, Zhixing, I believe in you!"

Song Ge noticed Lin Zhixing's anxiety, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her moist lips against his cheek, "Let's go, let's go get the title of King of Singers now!"

Lin Zhixing widened his eyes, staring at Song Ge's determined back, and touched the cheek that was kissed. He felt that at this moment...

Greatly increased strength!!!

…

Gorgeous center stage.

With Wang Jiawei's perfect transition, the rock feast ended perfectly and the atmosphere was very hot.

"Big Devil, Champion!"

"Big Devil, Champion!!!"

There was thunderous applause from the audience and fans were shouting slogans for the championship.

In the director's office.

"9.8 million!"

"9.9 million!"

"9.85 million, oh! Just that little bit short!"

Hong Bo looked at the real-time data in the live broadcast room. He was just about to break the record. He frantically scratched the bald spot above his head, feeling very depressed.

…

Off screen.

In a high-end apartment.

"It still has to be the big devil, and it still has to be the national team!"

After listening to Wang Jiawei's singing, Guo Jiahe excitedly stood up from the computer, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and bowed, "Come on, please kill Feng Qi Wu Tong!"

The nanny passed by the room, took a casual glance and was startled.

The room was filled with spells and figurines, like a ritual being performed...

"Young Master is possessed by a demon..."

…

The recording site of "I Am the King of Singers".

“Thank you Wang Jiawei for the wonderful performance.”

The host He Ling held a voting machine and explained to the audience: "If you like Fang Jian's singing, please press number 1, if you like Feng Qi Wu Tong's singing, please press number 2, if you like Wang Jia Wei's singing, please press number 3. Now I declare that the voting will start now!"

“33333!!!”

"1111, help Brother Jian advance!"

"222, those who press 2 are all my dad!"

The audience in the live broadcast room who did not have the right to vote were posting barrages of support. Judging from the number of barrages, supporters of Feng Qi Wutong and Wang Jiawei were in the majority.

After the host He Ling's sponsor advertisement, the backstage staff handed the counted votes to him.

"Okay, the votes have been counted. Now please ask the three singers to return to the stage."

Amid the applause of the audience, the three groups of contestants came to the center of the stage in the order of their appearance, smiling and waving.

"Um?"

Lin Zhixing, who had just stepped onto the stage, glanced down inadvertently and his heart rate suddenly soared.

Not far from his feet, there was a purple cylindrical luminous object. It seemed that it had just fallen after Wang Jiawei's singing.

"High note!"

“High note!!!”

Lin Zhixing prayed silently in his heart and walked towards the light not far away.

The moment my toes touched...

【bite!】

[Singing skills (high notes) proficiency +3 points. ]

【Current: High B (45/50). 】

“yes!”

Lin Zhixing's chest rose and fell violently. He glanced at Wang Jiawei who was waving to the fans beside him, and said in his heart: "Thank you for the help, big devil!"

…

As He Ling opened the envelope containing the votes, the stage lights changed from warm to cold, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Now I will announce the voting results. According to the audience votes, Fang Jian received 100 votes, Feng Qi Wu Tong received 195 votes, and Wang Jia Wei received 205 votes!"

"500 judges plus 3 special judges received a total of 515 votes, of which Fang Jian received 150 votes, Wang Jiawei received 175 votes, and Feng Qi Wutong received 190 votes!"

"Combining the votes of both teams, congratulations to Feng Qi Wutong and Wang Jiawei for advancing!"

After listening to He Ling's announcement of the voting results, Lin Zhixing was in disbelief. He actually led the Great Devil by 5 votes in the semi-finals! ! ! Good news: He led the Great Devil by a slight margin in the semi-finals.

Bad news: In the finals, the most powerful demon king may be forced out!

"Feng Qi Wu Tong, champion!"

"Feng Qi Wu Tong, champion!!!"

The fans in the audience finally got their chance and started clapping and cheering wildly.

Off screen.

In a high-end apartment.

"190+195-175+205=415."

Hmm? Guo Jiahe looked at the number of votes on the calculator in his hand, stroking his chin, and fell into deep thought.

"190+195-175-205=5."

"Grass!"

The calculator slipped from Guo Jiahe's hands. He seemed to have his soul drained out. He slumped in the chair with empty eyes.

"Fuck, the live version of the ballad beat the rock music?"

…

Center stage.

When Wang Jiawei heard the voting results, she didn't feel any fluctuation in her heart.

Compared to the audience just listening for fun, the judges scored according to the singers' level. "On the Shores of Lake Baikal" is of very high quality and can be said to be a top-notch work among lyrical songs. It was not surprising that they lost to this song.

But looking at the lost expressions of the fans below the stage, she silently clenched her fists, vowing to win the title of king of singers and not let her fans down.

"I'm so sad that Brother Jian was eliminated..."

"My music poet, humble gentleman, I really hope you can win the championship!"

"Don't cry, Jian. I will always support you!"

Fang Jian's fans were very disappointed at the moment and found it hard to accept his departure. Some female fans even cried out loud.

The host He Ling handed over the microphone and asked, "Fang Jian, you are about to leave this stage. Do you have anything to say to everyone?"

Fang Jian took the microphone, looked at the fans below the stage, and smiled.

He had already prepared himself for being eliminated, so he gladly accepted the result. He pointed at Wang Jiawei and Lin Zhixing and said, "First of all, I want to praise my opponents. They are both so outstanding."

"Xiao Lin is a creative genius. The song 'On the Shore of Lake Baikal' he just sang is very beautiful. I think he is a musical poet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Awesome! The music poet has given his approval. The baton is being passed on now!"

"You two are musical poets!"

Lin Zhixing on the side kept waving his hands, saying that his ability was entirely due to cheating, and he did not deserve the public praise.

"Interrupt!"

Huang Xiao raised his hand with a smile on his face in the judges' seat. After gathering everyone's attention, he said, "Fang Jian, your musical works and beautiful voice have brought everyone a beautiful enjoyment. There is no doubt that you are a musical poet."

"Lin Zhixing, I think he is a music painter. He paints one beautiful piece of music after another and presents it to the audience. He is equally excellent."

Huang Xiao, one of the two heroes of Hong Kong, speaks with great meaning.

Leaving aside his works, Fang Jian's beautiful singing voice is as pleasant as reciting poetry, and he is indeed more suitable for the title of "music poet" than Lin Zhixing.

"Music painter" is also accurate to describe Lin Zhixing's creative kaleidoscope.

His statement was recognized by everyone present, including Fang Jian and Lin Zhixing.

"The poet of music!!!"

“Music painter!!!”

Fans from both sides shouted the nicknames of the two people on the stage.

Fang Jian and Lin Zhixing smiled at each other and nodded slightly, acknowledging the fans' address to them.

【bite!】

【Scenario has been triggered! 】

[Congratulations to the host for winning the song "Painting"! ]

The system prompt sounded suddenly, and Lin Zhixing widened his eyes in surprise.

The song "Painting" is the work of folk singer Zhao Lei. It debuted on an original music program "The Voice of China" and received a warm response.

Lin Zhixing was so excited at this moment that he really wanted to sing.

“Draw a…”

"Draw ten..."

"Draw a hundred girls to accompany me"

"Draw me another female Chinese medicine practitioner to treat me"

"Unruly and decadent in painting"

“The girls are from different countries”

…

Fang Jian on the stage praised Song Ge and Wang Jiawei again, and finally thanked the fans for their support, then waved and left the stage amid applause.

Under the dazzling spotlight.

After many breakthroughs, only two groups of singers, Feng Qi Wutong and Wang Jiawei, are left on the stage, and what awaits them is the final showdown.

"Okay, I declare that the ultimate showdown will begin now. Who will be the winner of the title of King of Singers? Let us wait and see!"

As soon as the host He Ling finished speaking, the avatars of the two groups of contestants began to roll on the screen in the center of the stage. After the ten-second countdown ended, the first singer appeared.

【Wang Jiawei】

"Let us welcome singer Wang Jiawei to perform the song "King of Heaven"!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fans in the audience cheered.

"Wow, this is the song! I'm sure I'll win the championship!"

"Are you finally willing to bring out your best song?"

"Now take over the game, the ancient Greek god of music!"

The gradual musical accompaniment sounded, and when Wang Jiawei, who had lowered her head to gather her emotions, opened her eyes and raised the microphone, the camera gave her a close-up.

Off screen.

Tan Yingying, Wang Jiawei's junior sister who was watching the live broadcast, dropped the popcorn in her hand to the ground and her throat started to roll.

She had only seen this expression and this determined look on the stage of the Spring Festival Music Gala.

"Senior sister is going to use all her strength!"

…

Gorgeous center stage.

"I envy your love's momentum"

"Like a superstar whose popularity never fades"

As soon as Wang Jiawei opened her mouth, the audience felt as if they were on a rocket, experiencing the thrill of soaring into the sky in her singing.

Singers waiting room.

Lin Zhixing and Song Ge looked at each other, both with looks of surprise on their faces.

As expected, she was at least 10% stronger in the finals than in the semi-finals.

Sure enough, only by turning up the key of "A Bridge of Fate" back to its original pitch would there be a chance of defeating her!

Judges' seat.

"So that wasn't her true strength just now?"

The three special judges looked at each other in bewilderment.

Huang Xiao listened to Wang Jiawei's impeccable and moving singing on the stage, and felt worried for Lin Zhixing.

Director's office.

"9.7 million!"

"9.8 million!"

"10 million!"

Hong Bo took off his glasses, hammered his hands on the desk, and shouted excitedly: "I broke the record! 10 million online viewers, I did it!"

"Director Hong, you did it! You are the best director of Chinese music variety shows!" The staff around him came forward to congratulate him.

Wang Jiawei, who was firing on all cylinders, sang with high notes like a cannon, which pushed the atmosphere to a climax and also broke the ratings record of the show.

At this moment, the live broadcast room of "I Am the King of Singers" was flooded with two copied comments.

【Big Devil Champion! 】

[Feng Qi Wu Tong lost! ]

(End of this chapter)

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