Anykey

Yan Luo came on stage, and the clothes on his body were still yesterday's. The clothes from the hotel the day before yesterday were still not dry, and he had no money to go to the laundry, and even the hair dryer broke down just right. Yan Luo didn't know what to say.

It may be that when you are poor, even God wants to assist you.

Sitting on the luxurious golden tutor chair, Qin Chen suddenly understood why the tutors around him were not picking on its appearance anymore—it was so comfortable, the soft part was soft, the hard part was hard, and the waist and back were lined extremely comfortably , he leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, with half-closed eyes, looking a little careless and lazy.

When Yan Luo walked out slowly, he lifted his eyelids and took a leisurely look, and suddenly stared at Yan Luo and couldn't move his eyes.

"Hey, that's right, I just wanted to tell you." Ms. Shen said to Qin Chen, a faint red appeared on her cheeks, "I think the potential is great, come and see .”

Qin Qin nodded, and at the same time struggled to sit up straight from the comfortable chair, crossed his hands and fingers in front of his face, and carefully observed Yan Luo.

Yan Luo wore a simple white shirt with a pair of low-waisted jeans, with the middle belt stretching out his beautiful waistline.

too skinny.Qin Qin twisted his fingers uncomfortably, as if the boy's waist could be wrapped around with one hand.

"Actually, I've always thought." Ms. Shen's eyes sparkled, "A boy who can wear a white shirt is an angel."

Qin Qin's eyes were glued to Yan Luo, "I saw him yesterday...he seemed to be wearing this outfit yesterday, don't we arrange clothes for them now?"

Ms. Shen replied hesitantly: "Actually... there seems to be something wrong with Yan Luo's family, but he has been refusing to say anything, and we don't know anything."

"How's your level?" Qin Chen pulled Ms. Shen back to the professional category as soon as she opened her mouth.

Ms. Shen: "Speaking of which, he can be regarded as your younger brother."

"From Central University?" Qin Chen's teacher stopped taking a master's degree many years ago, and Qin Chen was lucky to be the last only seedling, so Yan Luo can only be a junior in a major, not a fellow student.

"The vocal range is wide and the voice is very distinctive, which is comparable to most of the seniors in the circle." Ms. Shen gave a very high evaluation.

Qin Chen nodded, turned his chair around, stopped talking to Ms. Shen, and focused on watching Yan Luo's performance.

Yan Luo had participated in competitions with larger venues and more professional judges, but this was the first time he had participated in a variety show in the form of live broadcast. He took a deep breath, and the sequins sprinkled on the corners of his eyes by the makeup artist brought out a beautiful scenery.

Seeing the nervous appearance of "little junior brother", Qin Chen held his chin for no reason and felt a little cute, with a gentle smile on his brows.

[Laughed, my mother, this laugh is even more foul! 】

[5 minutes, oh no, 30 seconds, I want this man's information, all]

[I really don't know this mentor, I'm really afraid that he will cast some messy votes later]

[Those in the village who haven’t connected to the Internet can go back and learn how to watch the sky, and those who have connected to the Internet can make good use of Du Niang to search for photos]

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”

[emmmmm as we all know, music is a project that depends on the face #caiguai#]

Yang Cuihua was watching the live broadcast on her mobile phone in the ground, and she couldn't help but choked up when she saw Qin Chen's smile. Qin Chen is a cold person with many problems, and he rarely laughs like this.

As the camera turned, she saw the teenager on the stage, "Wow... isn't this the one from yesterday, that..." She patted her head and saw the title, "Yan Luo."

Yan Luo waited patiently for the orchestra to start playing, and Qin Chen watched patiently as Yan Luo waited to cut in.

Full of emotion, skills... Far beyond Qin Chen's surprise, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man in front of him, he sang "Writing'son the wall" today, it's hard to imagine that such a small body can have such a strong atmosphere Ability, when Yan Luo sang, his explosive power was extremely strong, the whole venue was driven by his atmosphere, and some audience members even stood up and shook the light sticks in their hands.

"I think his level is already one of the best among this group of students." Ms. Shen pressed the headset, and there was a dedicated channel between several tutors, "I think it would be great if my son thought of him too."

At this time, Yan Luo had already reached the end, and without any delay, his clean ending won him applause from the audience.

Qin Chen looked at Yan Luo who was bending over and bowing, and was in a rare trance for a while.

"...Did you hear what I said?" Ms. Shen's voice rang in his ears again, and he broke out of his trance, "Huh?" He even wondered if he had misheard, his long and narrow The pupils were suddenly dilated by the confusion, "You, cough, hasn't your child learned music?"

Ms. Shen smiled reservedly: "I don't know where the little boy is floating in the sky."

Qin Chen: "...then you cheer?"

Ms. Shen nodded solemnly, "Yes, it's time to work hard."

Yan Luo had just finished singing a song, his eyes sparkling, and he was still panting a bit, "Thank you everyone, and I also want to thank the cello teacher this time—Mr. Wu Zhong."

Ms. Shen exclaimed a little, "How could he invite Wu Zhong?"

Wu Zhong is the chief cellist of the National Music Troupe, and rarely participates in this kind of variety show. After listening to Ms. Shen explaining it to him, Qin Chen suddenly became more curious about Yan Luo.

A young man from a poor family, who is studying music, even has a chief cellist playing for him. What is going on?

[Those who don't know who the new mentor is can go to Baidu, and Qin Xuan will show you the way, thank you]

[I'll go, I almost brought up the 80-meter sword and went to the organizing committee, but I saw Qin Chen's profile...]

[Do you want to say that you immediately stop and kneel? 】

[Kneeling until my knees are broken...]

[He is the first singer I saw posting so many private photos. . . 】

[As we all know, singer is a profession that requires good looks]

……

"The next one is a player whose style is very similar to his, called Wei Qingyang. I don't know if the two of them will compete this time."

Together with the prelude, Qin Chen sensitively felt that something was wrong. He looked blankly at the tutor beside him, and they also showed the same confused faces.

"This, isn't this the song just now?"

Qin Chen reacted quickly and raised his hand to call for his assistant. Yang Cuihua quickly accepted the order, and after a long time came back and whispered into his ear: "The backstage said it was right, this is the accompaniment that was requested to be changed half an hour ago." After speaking, he bowed his head and hid in the darkness.

"I asked just now, and I was told it's true." Qin Chen and several instructors whispered to each other.

"How is it possible? This is obviously... except for one difference, it is obviously a song."

"It was just changed."

"What? What about the rating?"

"do not know……"

Qin Chen changed his posture, he leaned sideways and supported his head, his long legs were raised leisurely, his eyes were half-closed, and he was dressed in black, making him look a bit like some kind of big cat ready to go.

Well, it's a bit dangerous, Yan Luo glanced at the live broadcast in the background, and silently commented on the other party in his heart.

Wei Qingyang followed the typical grassroots tearjerker style. He adapted "Writing'son the wall" and mixed it with another song. Ms. Shen frowned and listened, "I...I always feel..."

Qin Chen helped her and said: "I think his style is too similar to Yan Luo's, and I think there is something wrong with him changing the accompaniment half an hour earlier." He has spent a lot of time abroad. Praising him, I have never seen such a thing, and immediately said bluntly, "His singing skills are far inferior to Yan Luo, and the styles of the two are too close. The draw for the latter, changing the accompaniment, and colliding with the song, this is not a simple 'coincidence' ' will explain."

Ms. Shen glanced at Qin Chen, her eyes wandered and said, "We don't know either..."

Qin Chen arbitrarily called Yang Cuihua up, "Go and ask the organizer what to do about this kind of problem."

Yang Cuihua took orders and went.

Ms. Shen hesitated for a long time, "When we encounter this kind of thing... usually..."

Qin Qin played with his fingers, and said, "It doesn't matter, I know, although it didn't happen to me, I still know more or less." However, he didn't expect such a thing to happen to Yan Luo.

Facing the other party's clear eyes, Qin Chen felt the need to ask.

At this time, Yang Cuihua's efficiency was frighteningly high, and she quietly replied to Qin Chen: "The organizer hinted that this person must be promoted."

Qin Chen paused with his fingers and raised one eyebrow: "What, what language did you speak just now?"

Yang Cuihua was taken aback: "Mandarin..."

Qin Chen smoothed his slightly wrinkled sleeves, "...why don't I understand?"

Yang Cuihua instantly understood the meaning of her boss, and changed her words sincerely: "That's right, in order to expand my business capabilities, I just went to learn Uruguayan by myself."

Qin Chen nodded in satisfaction.

Yang Cuihua felt proud instead of ashamed, and asked Qin Chen, "Then how should I reply to the organizer?"

Qin Chen blinked: "Use Uruguayan, don't blame the waste if you learn it."

Yang Cuihua: "..." Wouldn't it be enough to just say "just deal with it"?

[I think this adapted version is so hot]

【The change is great】

【no. . .I’m the only one who thinks that the contest hits the song emmmmm]

[Where did the navy come from, so faceless? 】

When voting, two votes were negative, and three votes were positive. Wei Qingyang's expression of uncontrollable gratitude made Qin Chen feel a little offended.

Except for Wei Qingyang, Qin Chen gave affirmative votes to the other fifteen of the top sixteen.

Barrage exploded

[Why can't I understand this operation? 】

[Oh my god, is this tutor's professional quality so low?I can do it instead. 】

[Tsk tsk tsk, it's too dark, it's too aimed at our little brother Wei Qingyang]

……

Qin Chen is a hard nut to crack. It is very difficult to black him out. He is strong enough and has a deep background. The organizer is almost crying, "What should I do?"

The host thought about it: "Why don't we ask him to sing a song to prove it?" If there is a black spot, it will be easy.

The organizer had no choice but to wave his hand with a headache and let the host go.

Yang Cuihua became a professional errand runner, "Mr. Qin, the organizer asked if you would like to sing a song and suppress the comments."

Qin Chen smiled, "Of course."

That smile made Yang Cuihua's scalp tingle.