The rise of the country from the entertainment industry

Chapter 62 I want to eat yours... (please collect, please follow up)
The stage was peaceful, the slow and dull background music created a tense and depressing atmosphere, and the number of votes on the big screen behind us was chasing each other.

However, the increase in the number of votes for those amateur teams soon became exhausted, but they were not surprised. After all, they had been mentally prepared, so they just smiled helplessly.

At this time, Jiang Li, eg, wh, and Dian Dian were still racing along with their vote counts, and Jiang Li's team's vote count was tightly held by them.

Different from the difficult acrobatic songs of "Left Fingering the Moon", this time "Fearless Young People" and "Mercury" are highly popular songs, and the "tap water" has played a big role. For these good songs They liked it very much, so they were naturally unwilling to be buried, so the effect of the publicity even surpassed the company navy behind the EG boy group.

The vote growth rate of Jiang Li's team has increased to a higher level, while the other three teams have declined slightly.

"10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1, very good, let's congratulate Jiang Li's team for winning this round of competition again! The eg team and the wh team won the second and third places respectively! The Diandian team successfully advanced to the championship Final! It's a pity for the rest of the contestants, you stop here."

"But it doesn't matter, this is just the beginning of your dreams, please continue to work hard, let us send them congratulations and encouraging applause!"

The two hosts announced the result of the game, and they took the initiative to give everyone applause, followed by thunderous applause from the audience.

The five people in eg were relieved, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and then applauded while comforting themselves in their hearts.

As expected, as expected...

At this moment in the hotel room, upon hearing the result of the game, Shen Ling jumped up from the sofa.

"Yes!! As expected of your junior! As expected of Teacher Xueqian! As expected of..."

The person I, Shen Ling, likes.

And far away in Shishi, there are some people who are always concerned about him.

Deyu Middle School girls' dormitory, a certain dormitory is quite noisy.

"Oh!! Xiaoyu, your brother is so handsome and amazing! Lu has become a fan!"

"Aren't you a die-hard fan of Zheng Xinhui? You have to be firm! We 'Li Xing people' don't accept surrender!"

"Hey, let's argue, Xiaoyu, do you want sister-in-law or not? What do you think of me?"

Facing the shining eyes of his girlfriends, Mu Yu, who was originally smiling, suddenly sneered expressionlessly like a rabbit that had been robbed of its radish.

"You? Huh, I think you are dreaming of marrying a groom in the middle of the night——you have a good idea!"

Show you my radish, that's fine, but do you want to eat it?

Daba!Don't think about it!
"Hey, Xiaoyu, you must be brother-controlling, hahaha."

"Hahaha, so Xiaoyu already has her own heart, no wonder she is so honest with those boys."

"Isn't that natural? I want to have such a good brother, and I don't like those crooked melons at work."

"You little rascals, let you talk nonsense and watch me tear your mouth apart!"

Mu Yu was made angry and ashamed by the jokes made by several roommates, blushing and flirting with them, the beauty of a young girl.

Sitting cross-legged on the upper bunk, Tong Ningyi looked expressionlessly at the noisy and chaotic women below, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, like a little hamster seeing delicious food.

Xiaoyu, I also want to eat your radish...

The screen turned back to the live broadcast scene, Jiang Li's eyes were a little erratic, the scene in front of him reminded him of his previous life.

The little man in his inner lining sat on a big wooden chair, facing the purple-red kite, with his hands flying up and down, crying and complaining while playing.

At that time, the happiest thing was to feel that I was improving little by little, playing one moving note after another with both hands, and I felt that those notes were like butterflies, flying around in front of my eyes.

The idea at that time was really naive, and it was easy to be satisfied.

It was just because Mr. Deng joked that playing Guzheng was like playing cotton, and I kept it in my heart. Later, I practiced a lot, so I ran to tell my master.

"I play the piano much better, it's not like playing cotton anymore!"

Gradually, I found that I could understand the melody of the song, where to hook and slap, up and down, where to express emotions and stories. At this time, Guzheng is no longer just a tool for vocalization, but a medium for conveying his emotions.

Now that he has grown up, he will not be complacent because of a little progress, because he knows that he is still far behind.

He just wants to stand on a bigger stage, bring the music and the beauty that only belong to Huaguo to more people, let more people understand this ancient country with connotation and heritage, let the country Those who can't stand the wind all keep their mouths shut.

With a slightly sincere smile, the host stretched out his hand and gestured to several people:

"As the champion, Jiang Li and the other players have the priority to choose a mentor. Please tell me your choice."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiao, Zhao Tianming, and Qiu Qiao all looked at Jiang Li, and nodded to him in unison.

Even though he knew the possibility was unlikely, Li Feng still leaned forward, his eyes seemed to be cramping, and he winked wildly at Jiang Li.

Shao Sui and Xu Xin looked indifferent, no matter how they thought it was their turn, Zhang Yi sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, resting his chin in a leisurely manner.

Just kidding, he knows his junior brother very well, he only needs a mentor who doesn't hold back, if he doesn't choose him, he will eat all four chairs.

Jiang Li rolled his eyes, smiled wickedly, and said in a long tone on purpose:
"Hmm~ Teacher Li Feng..."

Hearing his name, Li Feng was about to jump up and whine, but then heard the next sentence.

"Although, sorry, we choose Teacher Zhang Yi!"

Sure enough, Senior Brother Zhang Yi was not disappointed, Li Feng's smile froze on his face.

Li Feng: "..."

Although what, but what, say it, I really thank you.

He slumped on the chair decadently, like a salted fish that had lost his dream, and Zhang Yi hurriedly opened his mouth to make up for him:

"Hahaha, I'm really ashamed, I didn't intend to snatch it...Admit it, Brother Li."

After a slap in the face, the pessimistic atmosphere on stage dissipated a bit, and the host calmly took over the conversation.

"Then this is the end of this episode. The third season finals of "The Voice of China Dream" will be held on October [-]. We are waiting for you here. See you soon, see you soon!"

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"What? The data measured last time was inaccurate? Ning Yi, you..."

The corners of Jiang Li's mouth twitched, he wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking but wanted to.

It has been two days since the end of the second round of the competition. It is rare for him to have a leisurely period of time. When he has nothing to do, he posts with his senior sister, flirts with book friends, writes lyrics and composes music, and talks on the phone with Xiaoyu.

This little day is as happy as a fairy.

But obviously, God couldn't see it.

"That's right, I suddenly discovered that the data must be accurate to two decimal places, so I can only trouble you to come back tomorrow."

Please forgive me...

(End of this chapter)