Cannon fodder who wears books is a goblin

Lin Cen felt like he was dreaming.

There was a lot of noise around.

Some were laughing, others were crying.

There are angry howls of burning wood, and there are also clanking strings.

He seemed to have fallen into a bizarre illusion, unable to hear who was speaking, and where he was.

"It's really mud that can't support the wall."

An undisguised sarcasm was so clearly and abruptly passed into Lin Cen's ears.

"Who do you think mud can't support the wall?"

It was like being awakened suddenly in a dream, and the world suddenly woke up.

Memories that did not belong to him poured in. Lin Cen clutched his forehead and felt a little uncomfortable. He quickly scanned his inner palace and realized that he was still the same person before he suddenly realized that somehow he had merged with another person up!

As a monster that is not very materialistic in itself, Lin Cen accepts things that are also not materialistic, such as time travel and rebirth.

What's more, before this, he was being roasted with a spiritual fire by a Taoist priest sticking a talisman on it, and his spiritual intelligence was almost wiped out and returned to his original shape. Now it is as if he has lost his life in a different world. Lin Cen is happy The corners of the raised mouth couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

It only took a few seconds to get the memory from Lin Cen and figure out what happened.

From the perspective of others, it was because Lin Cen was so angry that he stood still after being ridiculed.

The lights were dim.

The small backstage was crowded with more than a dozen teenagers waiting to play.

Lin Cen's gaze accurately caught the owner of the voice.

It was a good-looking young man, but his chin was always slightly raised, and he looked too arrogant.

From the memories Lin Cen got, he knew that this person was called Qin Yujian, and everyone he saw was superior to others. Some people said that they had seen planners nodding and bowing to him, and the contestants were all telling which young master he came to play in the entertainment industry.

Lin Cen approached him.

"Did you just say that?"

Said it was a question, but the tone was already very certain.

Seeing Qin Yu holding his hands in front of his chest, he just sneered when he heard the words, and looked at him disdainfully with his head tilted, "Why?"

He only thought that this little softie was finally getting a little angry, but he didn't want Lin Cen to laugh at him instead.

Qin Yu frowned.

I've seen others dare not speak out against him, but this is the first time I've seen someone laugh under his sarcasm.

He felt strange in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "What are you laughing at?"

"Of course thank you!" Lin Cen smiled, "Wake up the dreamer, but although I want to thank you very much, it's time for me to play soon. After the game is over, I will treat you and thank you well Bar."

What he said was so sincere that Qin Yu couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a moment, a rare look of confusion appeared on his face.

However, Lin Cen had already turned around and opened his piano box. He was originally learning the guitar. As a pipa master who was educated in singing and dancing music theory, participating in this kind of singing and dancing talent competition really felt like bullying a child.

He casually took out the guitar, but the moment he lowered his head, his eyes froze.

The original owner's guitar was given to him by his father on his 16th birthday, and has been well cared for.

However, at this time, the guitar, which was carefully cared for, was carved with a knife.

The most important thing is that the strings were also broken.

The announcer has already called his number, and he will be the next one. It is impossible for him to come up with another one within three to five minutes.

And everyone present is a competitor, not to mention that there are people behind him who want to plot against him.

The original owner lost the last match, and if he failed again this time, he would be eliminated, and no one would be willing to help him at this time.

Lin Cen sneered in his heart.

Originally, it was the original owner's wish to participate in this kind of draft, because I inexplicably took his memory to occupy his identity, and wanted to pay back some karma to continue the draft, but I was not very keen.

But now he is angry.

As a master of musical instruments, Lin Cen held the damaged guitar in his hand, no different from holding the corpse of his own family.

"Who did it?"

No one spoke, and everyone went about their business indifferently.

Qin Yu, who had been looking at Lin Cen, was the first to react. He walked forward quickly, and after seeing the situation clearly, his face was also a little ugly.

"You take mine up first, it's yours soon."

Lin Cen thanked Qin Yu and politely refused Qin Yu's meeting.

He turned his back and pretended to be packing the suitcase, but actually took out his original pipa.

"This time I was in a hurry and didn't have time to drag you out. Next time I catch you, I'll see you." Lin Cen walked up the stage with his pipa in his arms, and when he was on the steps, he turned around and smiled softly, "By the way, I'm sorry People will hurt themselves eventually, be careful."

For some reason, the backstage was obviously small and stuffy, but everyone shivered involuntarily.

When Lin Cen's figure disappeared, someone reacted from embarrassment into anger.

"What the hell, who knows if he used this trick because he couldn't open his mouth. It really is a troublemaker from a poor mountain, a piece of garbage from the mountain."

"Shut up." Qin Yujian reprimanded him coldly, and the man reluctantly closed his mouth.

Lin Cen, who was already on stage, didn't know what happened backstage, even if he knew, he would just sneer back.

The show that the original host signed up for was called "Singing Voice", the name is straightforward and vulgar. It was originally an unpopular talent show, but it became popular because a singer really appeared.

Up to today's competition, the original owner has experienced a total of two competitions before. The first one is the audition in front of the judges, and the second one is a group competition for the stage audience.

From a cursory glance in his memory, Lin Cen knew that the original owner was very talented in music theory, could write and sing, had a good voice and a face like a handsome boy who came out of a manga, so it could be said that he was uniquely blessed.

The original owner has always been one of the best in the training at the beginning of the second game, and the teammate who was drawn out in the second game was the same outstanding Qin Yujian, the team of the strong alliance has aroused the envy and envy of many people .

However, it was such a promotion team that had already been sealed, but turned over during the official performance.

Because of the original owner, he gave up the pick.

Suddenly he couldn't sing.

Facing thousands of audiences listening attentively, he opened his mouth blankly, as if performing a panicked mime.

Fortunately, Qin Yujian reacted in time and made amends, but the final score fell to the bottom because of the gap in that paragraph and Lin Cen standing blankly on the stage at a loss.

No one felt sorry for him.

It was as if he saw the person who should have stood at the highest position fall off the altar, and it was too late to taunt and taunt him.

After that day, Yuanshen kept shutting himself in the room, training their vocal music teacher Ai Cai, and exhausted all his efforts to get Yuanshen to cheer up again.

But who would have thought that the original body who had adjusted his mentality would become Lin Cen the next moment he was about to play?

When Memory saw this, Lin Cen couldn't help frowning.

The fact that the original body couldn't make a sound in the competition was too strange.

Although the original body in memory looks a little gloomy, but in his heart there is nothing but music.

When it comes to singing, it seems to be a different person. I can't see anything except music, and it is impossible to have stage fright.

But it doesn't make any sense to think about it any more.

Lin Cen became Lin Cen.

Same name, but different souls.

Lin Cen walked out from the backstage holding the pipa.

The rule of this competition is that the organizer will only give the contestants one microphone during the competition, other than that, there will be no soundtrack or accompaniment.

Contestants can play their own music to accompany themselves, or they can choose to sing a cappella.

But the difference between a cappella and accompaniment on the stage is really too big.

In other words, the competition in this competition is precisely the performance skills of the players.

The organizer wants to select an all-round idol who is excellent in every aspect.

The first competition is a vocal audition, the second competition is a collaboration, and the third competition is a solo.

Lin Cen is a phoenix-headed pipa carved from a whole piece of white jade, with delicate hands, clear and moist.

Such a pipa should not appear in the hands of someone of Lin Cen's status.

Lin Cen concealed it with his power, and in the eyes of everyone off the court, he was holding an ordinary red sandalwood pipa.

Because of the accident in the last match, not only did Lin Cen not attract any fans, but he also attracted a bunch of black fans who liked Qin Yu and hated him so much.

As soon as the light on the pitch-black stage hit his face, there was a neat groaning sound from the audience.

Lin Cen just raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

For musicians, the highest state is nothing more than the wonderful sound coming from the sky, and the harmony of the piano and the gods.

But for Lin Cen, holding the pipa of his own incarnation, the unity of soul is just a basic operation.

The moment he lowered his eyes and lightly raised his hand, the aura around him changed instantly.

The audience off the court may not have felt it, but those judges are all genuine singers and musicians hired by the show.

Others can't see the change, but they are very clear!

All of a sudden, the faces of all the judges changed to varying degrees.

Lin Cen plucked the strings lightly, and the delicate and soft music was transmitted to every corner of the room through the microphone in front of him.

Lin Cen thought of his first master.

She is the most beloved princess of the royal family, born innocent and lively, her piano music is the most lively and beautiful, and it is the music that makes people feel happy when they hear it.

Thinking of the princess, Lin Cen couldn't help showing the most sincere smile.

He moved his fingertips slightly, but his face suddenly changed in the next second!

——Severe pain came from the fingertips, like bones being crushed into powder, the intense pain made his whole body tremble slightly.

He was finally able to confirm that Lin Cen's loss of voice in the last match was also caused by someone using extraordinary means!

Lin Cen was furious in his heart, and the more his hand hurt, the calmer his mind became.

He didn't know who was trying to harm him, or the original owner.

But he knew that the opponent's purpose was to make him completely fall to the bottom in this game.

Lin Cen sneered in his heart.

Then he won't let him do what he wants!