The audience below and the backstage players all started discussing.

Fang Cheng held the microphone and said calmly: "If all the hip-hop players in Huaxia are only of this strength, it's hard for me to imagine how low the domestic rap level has become."

One sentence made everyone focus on Fang Cheng.

In the studio.

"Director, what's the matter?"

"I don't know, record it first, use it later if you can use it, and cut it if you can't use it."

"Okay."

"..."

Fang Cheng said: "I hope this song can really cheer up the audience. Those contestants backstage, please listen carefully."

The scene gradually became quiet, and the stage spotlight shone on Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng took the microphone and sang a cappella:

"Reminiscing about going home in seven feet of snow"

"Months seem to be indefinite"

"Blood Stained in the Clouds of Cherry Blossoms"

"Like a silent foreshadowing"

"All people are united in battle"

"If the soul of a dead man wants to return to his hometown"

"Missing the Moon Falling into the Water"

"Heroes of sons and daughters are confidantes"

"..."

A few lines of cappella made the audience and Jiang Xiaohai in the audience feel excited for no reason.

Can rap still play like this?

In the quiet recording site, Fangcheng's singing echoed, the lingering sound lingered, and the melody lingered in my mind for a long time.

This scene is too stable, right?

This is the brightest show tonight.

The director held the walkie-talkie and said excitedly: "Quickly cut the camera and zoom in, damn old Chen, what are you doing?"

"what!"

In the third second after the singing paused, the whole scene screamed enthusiastically.

The contestants in the background and the four instructors sitting on the chairs looked dumbfounded.

As one mentor put it, "I'm getting goosebumps."

"It's too explosive."

"That's real rap."

"Compared to this, those performances just now are nothing."

"Where did you invite the great god, why haven't you heard of it before?"

"..."

Jiang Xiaohai looked at the figure on the stage adoringly, and a sense of pride rose from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't know where this pride came from.

Fang Cheng stopped suddenly, and then said in Shancheng dialect: "Jing Er, Jiang Xiaohai is my brother, please don't ridicule playing rap in dialect in the future, because dialect is at least Mandarin, it's better than some of you, in [ It’s better to sing English songs on the stage of Huaxia’s rap.”

The camera cuts to Jing Er in the background, his face is turning green at this moment.

Fang Cheng spoke Shancheng dialect, and Jiang Dahai, who was eliminated by him last time, was also from Shancheng. Since he didn't say it, everyone knew the trick.

Fang Cheng didn't shy away from it at all.

The accompaniment sounded!

Fang Cheng bowed his body and sang in a deep voice:

"Labor and management can touch the sky as soon as they raise their hands"

"Look at the white clouds and green mountains and the curling smoke"

"Looking for happiness in the sea of ​​bitterness has no return"

"I walk unrestrainedly between heaven and earth"

"..."

Although Shancheng dialect is a dialect, the energy contained in the lyrics alone is enough to blow up the scene.

Fang Cheng stood on the stage without any special effects, he was the main character standing on it, like a light, a light in the dark night.

"Lonely and alone"

"Definitely don't do anything"

"Pacing Feather Fan Towel"

"Looking at me from a distance, you are leisurely and leisurely"

"They're all mortals"

"You can only wield swords and swords"

"The founder of the mountain is here"

"Come and see you soon"

"..."

"Burning China and Yuxi"

"The longer the hair, the more cowhide"

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