The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 51 The Power of the Red Envelope

Although the other contestants did not have the complicated moods of Tang Ji and Fang Qiong, when Chen Kai announced the scoring, the atmosphere was still tense in an instant.

dong dong dong...

"10, 9, 8... 4, 3, 2, 1... Time is up!"

Chen Kai said loudly: "How many points can Zheng Miao get? Advertisement... I'm sorry, it's easy to say, now please watch the big screen!"

"Ho-"

"No way?"

"..."

The crowd was boiling because the number displayed on the big screen was—99!

You must know that there were a total of 100 people who participated in the voting this time, that is to say, except for one of them, everyone else gave a yes vote.

The players in the backstage were ashamed. There was no doubt that the only second place to advance was basically determined to be taken away in advance.

This is tantamount to making things worse for everyone who is already extremely competitive.

Sure enough, contestant No.2 came on stage. She sang a classic old song. After going through a process similar to that of Zheng Miao, she only scored 68 points in the end, and she was basically eliminated.

Next is No.3 with 82 points.

No.4, 78 points...

Although the competition progressed quickly, there were still too many people. By 7:[-] p.m., we hurried to catch up, and finally completed one-third of the competition.

During this period, there were also a few outstanding performances, such as a middle-aged man who performed an affectionate reinterpretation of a love song and scored 96 points.

There is also a girl with a sweet smile who scored 94 points with her ethereal and distant voice.

By this time, the backstage was full of mourners.

When they first learned about the super-high elimination rate, although everyone was dignified, they still had a fluke mentality in their hearts.

But the reality tells them that on this stage, luck is impossible.

Although the judgment of the 100 spectators in the audience is not absolutely fair, it is only for ordinary people. As long as you sing well, there is no problem in getting high scores.

And 139 choose 2, except for the best few people, it doesn't matter if it is fair or not.

Tang Ji's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He no longer cared about getting angry with Confucius, Mencius and others, the competition is not cruel now, but cruel.

In terms of singing skills and level, he is not bad at all, not even weaker than many famous singers, but he found that he still underestimated the heroes of the world.

For example, the middle-aged man who scored 96 points completely surpassed the original singer. If it weren't for Zheng Miaozhuyu's lead, it would not be impossible to get a full score.

And myself...

Even with the backing of the whole team, he can't guarantee that he will be stronger than the middle-aged man. If he makes a slight mistake, the consequences...

And the game is only a third of the way, who can guarantee that there won't be stronger characters in the future?
After hesitating for a long time, he called the female assistant: "I need the WeChat IDs of all the audience in Hall 13."

The female assistant was taken aback: "WeChat ID? What do you want this for?"

Tang Ji said: "Give each of these people 1000 yuan in red envelopes with the name of my song."

The female assistant was taken aback: "Huh? Will something happen like this?"

Tang Ji chuckled: "Don't worry, I haven't finished yet. In addition to my song title, I also brought all three scores over 90 today. The distribution time is also 30 minutes before my appearance."

The female assistant directly gave a thumbs up: "Tall, it's really tall!"

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When the time reached 7:30 in the evening, Chen Kai finally announced that the competition had temporarily come to an end.

As soon as Kongmeng and his party came out of the venue, Long Aotian couldn't wait to shout: "Congratulations to Ms. Miao for being promoted!"

Xie Meixuan also smiled and said, "Xiao Miao played well today, if he keeps going, it is not impossible to win the championship with a good voice."

Fang Zhenyuan took out the sunglasses he bought at some time and put them on, and then stood in front of Zheng Miao, with an exaggerated tone: "In the future, the first lady in the music industry will step out of the way when she travels, and you are not allowed to take pictures, do you hear me, or I will beat you up !"

Bai Yang took two steps back cooperatively: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just want to sign, don't hit, don't hit, can't I go?"

Seeing the two playing tricks, Zheng Miao was helpless: "You guys are enough, the game is not over yet, so I can't say anything."

Long Aotian said: "Miss Miao, don't be modest, with today's situation, who else is your opponent?"

Kong Meng also said: "Xiao Miao, you don't need to belittle yourself. With your performance today, it is very difficult for others to surpass you. It seems that you were not lazy when you learned something from me a few days ago."

Zheng Miao suddenly bowed to Confucius and Mencius: "Teacher, thank you, without you, I would not be where I am today."

Confucius waved his hands quickly and said, "Why are you being so polite? I am your teacher, and teaching you knowledge is what I should do."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Long Aotian, Fang Zhenyuan and Bai Yang also bowed to him: "Teacher, thank you!"

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

He was a little moved. During the days when he came to Zhiyuan, the changes of these students were obvious to all, which showed that his hard work was not in vain.

But Kong Meng still asked Bai Yang: "I can still understand what Long Aotian and Fang Zhenyuan said, why are you thanking me?"

Bai Yang said indifferently: "Teacher, I'm just saying this, just listen to it, don't take it seriously."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

Early the next morning, everyone came to Shanghai Satellite TV again.

Unlike other people who are in good spirits, Confucius and Mencius are a bit sluggish today.

Yesterday I had a hasty dinner, and everyone else went to bed early, but Fang Qiong dragged Confucius and Mencius into discussing songs until late at night.

This made him very speechless, because after yesterday afternoon, Fang Qiong had basically grasped the details of the song, not to mention that there is still nearly a day left today, so there is no need to be so anxious.

But this aunt was always worried, and in line with the principle of helping others to the end, Kong Meng had to stay up all night with her.

The competition continued, and when Kongmeng was a little drowsy due to exhaustion, Long Aotian suddenly said: "Teacher, that boy Tang Ji has appeared!"

Kong Meng was taken aback for a moment, then concentrated his attention.

Tang Ji also sang an original song. After listening to a few words, Kong Meng had to say that this song is still very good. Tang Ji's level is exactly the opposite of his personality, and he interpreted it perfectly.

Then there was scoring, and when the result came out, Kong Meng was stunned, because the result on the big screen turned out to be—98!

Taking a deep breath, Kong Meng's expression suddenly became dignified. Although Tang Ji's level is good and his song is also great, it is still a lot worse than "Learning to Meow".

In Kongmeng's view, his score should be between 92 and 95, but unexpectedly...

98 points, although not enough to shake Zheng Miao's status, but don't forget that there is Fang Qiong on his side.

Although Fang Qiong's music foundation is very solid, but her exposure to new songs is too short, and it is difficult to reach the height of Zheng Miao.

Originally, without this 98 points, Fang Qiong still had hope of winning the second place, but now it is really hanging.

Fang Qiong's voice was trembling: "What should I do?"

Shaking his head, Kong Meng comforted: "Calm down, although the score of 98 is somewhat beyond my expectation, but we may not lose until the end."

"But……"

"No, but, there will be winners and losers in the game, as long as you play to your own level, even if you lose, you won't regret it.

But if you just fall short because of your opponent's high score and self-disorder under tension, you will always live in failure. "

Ignoring Fang Qiong, Kong Meng knew that whether she could get over this hurdle was up to her, and no one else could help.

Five minutes later, Tang Ji stepped down.

At this moment, the smile on his face disappeared: "Why are there two people who didn't vote? Are you showing your hair?"

The female assistant shook her head: "Impossible, I checked the list several times, and I didn't choose to send it until I was sure that none of them were missed. I have the distribution record in my hand, and Young Master Tang doesn't believe that I can verify it."

Waving his hand, Tang Ji said: "Forget it, I didn't expect that everyone would buy it when I gave out the red envelope. A score of 98 should guarantee a promotion. It's just that I lost to that Zheng Miao by 1 point. I really can't be reconciled."

Tang Ji was just sorry, but for the other players, there was nothing left but despair.

Because 98 points is really an insurmountable natural moat.

The facts were as expected, the whole day passed, and no one made a breakthrough. On the contrary, many people made frequent mistakes because they were too nervous, and the overall score was much worse than yesterday.

The time soon came to the evening, and the game was drawing to a close.

(End of this chapter)