Chapter 62: You need me now, I know

As soon as the news that the three performances of "pibsp;eleven" will adopt the bp mode was announced, there was an uproar on the Internet.

The audience of the show never thought that the theme of San Gong would be a short board challenge, even if they were avid fans of Eleven Girls, they couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

After all, most of the contestants participating in the talent show are only newcomers, and it is not easy to have a skill. Not everyone is a decathlon treasure girl. Now the program team has banned the contestants' specialty items. Can these three performances be completed smoothly? ?

[The show team really knows how to play]

[It's a bit interesting, but the show team is playing so big, aren't they afraid of the three men overturning? 】

【Why do so many people sing badly? Isn't this a chance for treasure players to make a big turn? Quick rwkk hidden ladies and sisters! 】

Although many spectators expressed concern about Sangong's bold game mode, more spectators were quickly whetted.

Now that more than half of the show has been aired, and the audience knows about the popular players, it is inevitable that they will formulate their own psychological expectations in their hearts, and they will feel weak after a long time. At this time, the short board challenge of San Gong is equivalent to completely overturning the audience's expectations for the players. Their past cognitions made them curious again. Whether they were singing well or badly, their eyes inevitably focused on the upcoming Sangong stage again.

And this short board challenge, there is no doubt that it can be said to be a chance to save the players who perform mediocrely. All opponents cannot use their own good points to score, so as long as they can perform a little in the short board. Bright eyes will make others notice them.

As for the players in Class A, they have enjoyed the popularity bonus for a long time. For them, the competition mode this time is just like the theme of the Three Dukes.

This is an obvious challenge, and of course the fruit of success will be particularly attractive. As long as you can break through the encirclement with a striking attitude, you can become a veritable treasure player in the hearts of the audience.

After listening to Jiang Fengchi's announcement of the competition mode of San Gong, the players on the scene were silent, no one spoke for a while, and everyone was trying to digest the news.

"I still remember that in the first episode of the show, I once told you: 'The first impression only determines the order in which you appear, and finally determines where you stand', so now I want to tell you that in this circle, Your strengths will determine your starting point, and your weaknesses will determine your ending point."

"Your strengths will be your bottom line, and your weaknesses will determine your upper limit. So whether you are a player in Class A, Class B or Class C, improve yourself. The professional quality of the game is an eternal topic, I hope you will not forget this after your debut as a group, and strive to go further in this circle."

As a past person, Jiang Fengchi understands the current worries of the players, so After he said these words, he paused for a moment, and then spoke again, and said in a soft tone: "Don't worry. After going through the first and second males, we all see your long-term growth, so the program team will formulate The theme of this competition. Come on, now let's go back to the stage of the initial rating, you are different."

With Jiang Fengchi's words, the LED screen behind him scrolled out the players' comments during the initial rating. Quick cut.

Looking at the performances on the screen that were criticized by the tutors, the contestants couldn't help laughing and complaining that they couldn't bear to look directly at their original performances, and then they were surprised that they had changed so much, and progressed to the stage when they saw the first rating. Peace of mind, instead of feeling unwilling and aggrieved by the critics' words as before.

It turned out that before they knew it, they had made so much progress.

The players thought with emotion that the atmosphere at the scene also relaxed a lot.

[Miss and sisters rushing]

[Master Jiang said it was great, I hope Eleven's sisters can go further]

[Everyone is great, I look forward to the ladies and sisters breaking through their own three-gong stage, we have been with you all the time You]

The live broadcast of the special episode ended after the announcement of the three public mode. Only a general vocal and dance grouping was thrown out for the audience to reverie. The content of the contestants' performances was speculated on the Internet, which once again sparked a wave of discussion.

While the audience speculated, the remaining forty-six players also started intense training.

After finishing the basic vocal music teaching, today is the day when the instructor gives individual guidance for each contestant.

Qiao Hao pushed open the door of the vocal music classroom on time. Jiang Fengchi was already sitting inside. On the table in front of him was his notebook, which recorded the advice he gave to each player. Qiao Hao walked in. Is he still writing on the paper?

"You sit first."

Hearing the rustling sound when the door was opened, Jiang Fengchi raised his head slightly and nodded at the person who came, indicating that the other person could sit down. After writing the record in the notebook, he sat up straight and started. for guidance to Joe.

After systematic training, most of the students in the vocal class have made some

progress. In fact, these players were originally selected by major brokerage companies. They have a corresponding foundation in vocal music, but it is still far from being qualified. Not enough, Jiang Fengchi hopes to see them in a different place on San Gong's stage.

Jiang Fengchi didn't waste any time. He raised his head to look at Qiao Hao in front of him, paused for a moment, then averted his eyes and said, "Sing it to me first."

Qiao Hao stood up Come, walk to the open space in front of the podium, prepare for a moment, and then begin to sing.

The song that Qiao Mo picked up for the performance of Sangong is a song about morbid love. The song has a good range of sound, and half of the song is eloquent bass. With the singer's gradually excited thread, the second half of the song also follows. It turns into a high pitch, which perfectly fits the gradually distorted, crazy morbid love in the lyrics, giving the audience a different kind of thrilling romance.

The girl's voice was very soft, Jiang Fengchi listened to Qiao Mo's singing quietly, and did not speak.

"It's alright."

After Qiao Mo finished singing the chorus, Jiang Fengchi, who was sitting in the seat, had already called to stop. He took a deep breath and seemed to be holding his own words before speaking after a long while. : "The vocalist has already taught you the technique of this song, and now your focus should be on how to manage your emotions."

Jiang Fengchi paused for a while, and said to Qiao Mo, "Sick, crazy, distorted love, is The soul of this song, I know you haven't tried a style like that, so this time the stage might be a bit difficult for you."

As he said that, Jiang Fengchi's eyes fell on Qiao Hao in front of him. The girl in front of him had clear and natural eyes, so when he saw Qiao Hao's repertoire for this performance, he, like the rest of the tutors, was secretive in his heart. Pause.

For Qiao Mo, this song is definitely not what she is good at, and it even has some collisions with her own temperament.

If you want to make a perfect interpretation, Qiao Mo will have to work hard.

Half an hour of personal guidance was fleeting, Jiang Fengchi helped Qiao Mo to smooth out the tone of the song and a few key modulation techniques. The skills of a song can be learned, but the thread displayed by the song is still the same. The singer's personal expression, the rest needs to be experienced by Qiao Mo himself.

"Qiao Mo."

Jiang Fengchi stopped Qiao Mo when he walked to the door, "Think about something important to you."

Jiang Fengchi's voice came into Qiao Mo's ears from a distance. , which made her startled subconsciously.

"If it is destroyed, what will happen to you?"

Jiang Fengchi's words kept circling in Qiao Hao's mind. After returning to the dormitory, Qiao Hao sat on the bed like this and pondered.

Is there anything important to her?

In an instant, many pictures flashed through Qiao Mo's mind, but when a certain picture appeared, her fast-flowing thoughts slowly stopped, and all the scenes receded one by one, only that The figure became extraordinarily clear.

Inexplicably, she thought of Cheng Su, the person who shared the same secret as her here.

What Jiang Fengchi said about distortion and madness is only a vague concept in Qiao Mo's mind, but when it comes to important things being taken away or destroyed, at that moment, Qiao Mo just feels like someone used a dull knife to cut him off. As if a piece had been plucked out of her heart, that bloody spot would remain empty forever and could never be filled with anything else.

Thinking of this, Qiao Hao subconsciously dialed Cheng Su's phone.

"Hey."

After the bell rang two or three times, the call was quickly connected by the other party, and Cheng Su's familiar deep voice came from the receiver.

After hearing Cheng Su's voice, Qiao Hao's tense body relaxed a little, but Cheng Su on the other end of the phone heard that Qiao Hao didn't speak for a long time, and his voice involuntarily raised a few degrees, sounding a little worried. She asked, "What's wrong?"

Although she knew that Cheng Su couldn't see her movements, Qiao Mo subconsciously shook her head on the phone, indicating that she was fine. She took a sigh of relief and whispered: "I just want to know if you're still here."

As soon as the words came out, even Qiao Mo felt a little ridiculous, and quickly added: "I'm sorry, don't be angry, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just..."

She even went to submit it for such a strange reason. When Su called, Cheng Su was sure to laugh at her.

However, she just couldn't control herself.

When Qiao Hao remembered what Jiang Fengchi had said to herself, when she saw the shadow of Cheng Su in her mind, she really subconsciously called Cheng Su's phone for a moment, just to confirm that this person was still alive. it's here.

When she heard the rustling voice, everything was like an empty dream. An indescribable unease wrapped Qiao Mo tightly. Her heart was terrified and anxious, and the memory of her fear was just an imaginary illusion. Everything in the eye will disappear.

It wasn't until the rustling voice sounded that Qiao Hao's hanging heart was put down again.

He is still here.

"I won't be angry."

Just when Qiao Mo opened her mouth to explain her strange behavior, Cheng Su's voice directly interrupted her apology

and said neatly: "You need me now, I know ."

There was a knock on the door from the receiver, Cheng Su said to Qiao Mo to wait a moment, then the voice in the phone became a few degrees smaller, it seemed that Cheng Su had covered the phone's microphone with his hand, Did you explain to the staff who walked into the office, "Let's be here today."

After a rustling sound, Chengsu picked up the phone again and said, "I'm here to find you. "

Chengsu sent Qiao Yan an address near the player's dormitory. After walking there, he saw a familiar car before waiting for a while. The car stopped steadily in front of Qiao Yan, and Cheng Su rushed in the driver's seat. Qiao Mo, who was standing on the sidewalk, raised his chin and motioned for the other party to come up quickly.

Qiao Mo opened the car door and sat in. After she fastened her seat belt, Cheng Su slowly started the car.

The scenery outside the car window slowly receded, the car was driving smoothly on the road, Qiao Hao was about to ask Cheng Su where they were going when she heard the man in the driver's seat ask, "What happened today? Are you ready ?"

Hearing Cheng Su's question, Qiao Yan was about to turn his head to talk to Cheng Su when he heard the other side hurriedly say, "I'm driving, don't look at me."

"Oh, alright."

Qiao Yan suddenly She didn't react, Chengsu was driving and she didn't talk with Chengsu, but she still sat up straight subconsciously, and gave Chengsu a brief overview of what happened during her solo instruction today.

"Then it seems that your Master Jiang is really still a bit skilled."

Cheng Su didn't know what to think after listening to it, his tone rose a few degrees imperceptibly, which shows that his heart should be good today.

"Of course! It's a pity that Master Jiang has to teach the rest of the class, otherwise I can ask him more about what to do."

Hearing Cheng Su's words, Qiao Hao nodded and said regretfully, as if he was thinking about it. When will I go to this Master Jiang to learn the scriptures, Cheng Su in the driver's seat can't help but tut softly.

The bright sunlight outside the car quickly swept through Chengsu's pupils, the man paused for a moment, and then said casually, "I can teach you too."

Does Chengsu also sing?

Qiao Hao was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to Cheng Su subconsciously, and then heard the other party continue to rudely urge her to turn her head back, and she hurriedly looked away.

"Can you sing?"

Cheng Su held the steering wheel: "The sea otters can dance, but can the killer whale sing?"

After hearing what Cheng Su said, Qiao Su couldn't help but secretly smashed Cheng Su with a small shell in her heart. Head, why is this killer whale so bad, he always likes to tease her.

"get off."

Kuai Chengsu took Qiao Hao to the destination. It was a beautiful park. Since it was a weekday afternoon, there were not many tourists in the park, which seemed quiet and beautiful.

Qiao Hao followed behind Cheng Su and walked into the park. In the center of the park was an open-air theater built in the style of ancient Rome. The theater showed a semicircular arc, and the white stone stairs spread down in turn. The bottom position was On the central stage, the actors on the stage will accept the sight of the audience from all directions and finish their entire performance.

Cheng Su walked down the white stairs, stood on the stage, raised his head and walked towards Qiao Hao, who was standing in the auditorium above.

At this moment, Qiao Mo was his only audience.

Cheng Su resounded in the sky above the open-air theater. Unlike his usual irritable voice, today his voice had a unique magnetism, which made Qiao Mo subconsciously hold his breath.

The breeze blew through the gap between the leaves, and there was a rustling sound, and occasionally the birdsong was crisp and sweet. Cheng Su just stood on the stage made of pure white stone, staring at Qiao Hao.

Time seemed to stand still.

"You sing really well!"

After Chengsu finished singing the whole song, Qiao Su couldn't help but applaud him. She jumped down the stairs in three steps and two steps, and quickly ran to Chengsu. Beside him, Yuanyuan's eyes are shining brightly at the moment, looking at Chengsu full of admiration, "It sings better than everyone I've ever heard."

Qiao Mo said seriously: "If you come to the show, He can definitely be a big star."

Cheng Su raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said, "No need."

He doesn't need to sing for a big star, and he doesn't want to sing for someone who doesn't matter.

He just wanted to sing for Qiao Mo, and only needed her as an audience.

Now, it's Joe's turn to sing.

Qiao Hao walked slowly to the middle of the stage and took a slightly nervous breath.

Despite Jiang Fengchi's call and Chengsu's reminder, Qiao Hao was still a little lacking in confidence. As soon as she raised her head, her eyes suddenly collided with Chengsu sitting in the audience.

Against a white background, the stunned figure was so conspicuous.

The warm rays of light flowed in the dark and bright eyes, and suddenly the rushing breeze wrapped the man's voice, quietly sent it to her ear, and whispered softly: "If I were the male protagonist of this song, how would you kill me? I?"