In fact, when he was redeeming this song, he had already imagined the scenario of passing the level.
I never expected that the domineering voice given by the domineering system would be so extraordinary.
Based on your performance just now.
Even if the original singer Eason Chan came, Wang Yueheng felt that he was in no way inferior.
…
"Teacher Yuan, what do you think?"
Nami, her eyes red-rimmed, turned to her mentor Yuan Jixiang and asked.
I wonder what kind of evaluation this professional professor of Chinese studies will give.
"His voice is alright, but I want to start by pouring cold water on it."
"This young singer still has a lot to improve in many areas."
Professor Yuan Jixiang sat in his seat, looking at the notebook in his hand, and said with a serious expression.
"Whoosh~"
As soon as Yuan Jixiang, the music academy's instructor, spoke, the entire audience erupted in another uproar.
"Who is this old man? Is he deaf?"
"Don't you understand music? How can such a beautiful song still need improvement?"
"The clown is in the palace, the master is wandering."
"What professor? I think he's a beast! He's always pretending to be high and mighty!"
"I'd like to hear what flaws he can point out."...
I heard Professor Yuan Jixiang of the Music Academy give Wang Yueheng his evaluation.
The viewers in the live stream were outraged.
Many people flooded the screen with comments expressing their sympathy for Wang Yueheng.
Wang Yueheng stood on the stage with a microphone in his hand, calmly looking at the judges in front of him.
As an outsider who traveled through time.
He was also very curious about the level of Chinese studies professors in this world.
"First of all, there is no doubt that your singing skills are very good."
"But the lyrics of this song are of poor quality, and I think it still lags behind the other contestants."
"The lyrics are too frivolous and not worthy of serious consideration; at best, it can only be considered a catchy pop song."
"All I heard was screaming throughout; there was no atmosphere of classical music."
Professor Yuan Jixiang, a scholar of Chinese classical studies, commented into the microphone.
Upon hearing this...
The entire venue erupted in noise.
"Who just said that all you need to do in this kind of competition is write a passable melody? Now you want something sophisticated?"
"They're clearly just trying to suppress him because he's an unknown singer!"
"If you're so capable, try writing a song and performing it right here!"
"If you want to be sophisticated, go be a judge at a symphony orchestra competition! What are you doing here!"
Viewers in the live stream chat were frantically sending messages to vent their frustration.
Some viewers also expressed support for mentor Yuan Jixiang's statement:
"Yeah, I thought it was pretty average, and the whole thing was just pointless complaining."
"There's not that much darkness in real life; this is clearly just promoting negative energy."
"Only when Ren Yiwen sings like that can be called elegant, using birds as a metaphor for people, with a clear intention."
"Using birds as a metaphor for people? Are you a bird-person? Do you need to use a song to describe it again?"
The viewers in the live stream split into two camps and started arguing with each other.
"So, what does Instructor Yuan mean? Is Wang Yueheng capable of passing your assessment?"
The host, Hua Shao, appeared on stage, holding a microphone and asking a question.
"I hope to see him improve next time, rather than become complacent."
"So, unfortunately..."
Professor Yuan Jixiang shook his head.
With an air of forced impartiality, he pressed the red button in front of him.
"Sizzle—"
A red cross was lit up above the stage.
"Whoosh~"
"How could this be!"
The entire audience gasped in surprise.
Such a good song, how could it not have passed the scrutiny of the professors and mentors at the Academy of Chinese Studies!
If another mentor presses the red button, then Wang Yueheng will enter the waiting area.
If three red lights are on.
That would mean Wang Yueheng failed to advance and had to pack his bags and leave!
I saw Yuan Jixiang press the red light for Wang Yueheng.
Ren Yiwen, sitting in the backstage contestant seats, breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Whether it was the arrangement or the performance of Wang Yueheng's song, or the atmosphere of the event...
Almost all of them overshadowed his songs.
At first, Ren Yiwen thought that Wang Yueheng, like herself, had received the program's test questions in advance and made ample preparations.
However, seeing that his mentor Yuan Jixiang had given Wang Yueheng a red light, he felt relieved again.
"Wang Yueheng, what do you have to say about mentor Yuan Jixiang's evaluation?"
The host, Hua Shao, brought up the question again and asked Wang Yueheng.
In everyone's eyes.
At twenty years old, Wang Yueheng is probably just like any other ordinary athlete.
Bow to your mentor and then say something insincere like, "Thank you for your guidance."
As long as the other three mentors don't press the red light, there's still a chance to advance.
"First of all, thank you for your evaluation, Professor Yuan."
"But I also have a different opinion."
To everyone's surprise,
The young man before them was adamant in his stance, actually wanting to debate with the master of Chinese classical studies.
Everyone thought to themselves.
Could it be a childish rebuttal and a fit of rage?
In that case, the other mentors' impression of him would probably be greatly diminished!
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