Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Yang Yang slowly covered his lips, his fingers trembling slightly, his face full of shock.He opened his mouth but made no sound.

how can that be……

He wasn't the only one who was stunned at the scene, and everyone had expressions on their faces, thoughtful.

360...

This amazing young man is actually only 360...

Many people were whispering, discussing, curious, quietly covering their mouths and watching the bloodless young man in front of Maiyin, hoping to see what he was thinking at the moment.

However, nothing can be seen.

Louis frowned, he patted An Luo on the shoulder and looked at Ferguson: "What's going on?"

Ferguson wiped the cold sweat off his face, and quickly ran forward to check the machine.From the outside of Maiyin to the internal system, everything is carefully checked.

However, nothing happened to the machine!

"How is it possible!" Yang Yang blushed and shouted emotionally.

Ferguson squinted his eyes in embarrassment. He also felt that there was a problem with the score of 360.Although I don't know this oriental youth named An Luo, his performance is undoubtedly shocking.

That kind of superficial, seeming sense of vicissitudes, that unique way of interpretation.Although it is only a few words, it makes people unable to pick out the bad things.

Why did such a performance only get a score of 360...

The uncle who tried the microphone before touched his chin thoughtfully: "It is impossible for the machine to fail, the internal system of the microphone is very stable, and the microphone has been performed many times before, and all machine failures are completely impossible. During the whole process of the microphone, we Everyone is here, and his performance is indeed good, but Maiyin is analyzed based on the individual conditions of the auditioners, so the problem should be with Maiyin."

"I think it's great..." The crowd became noisy.

"How should I put it, although he is young, he gives people an indescribable feeling." He paused, as if looking for the right words: "It's like the precipitation of history... "

"I like the ancient and mysterious Chinese culture very much. This performance gave me the feeling of being in contact with ancient China... Maybe this statement is funny, but this is how I feel at the moment."

"This score..."

Voices from all sides rang out in the house over and over again, whether it was praise or exclamation, it echoed over and over again.It's like a kind of affirmation, a kind of sincere like.Even though the score on the Maiyin screen is so conspicuous, even if the youth's depressed and cold voice has gradually dissipated.

The broken hair on An Luo's forehead blocked his clear eyes. He raised his head slowly, his brows relaxed, his expression calm, and his thin lips pursed lightly.

For a moment, this person looked extremely dazzling.It was as if all the lights in the world were shining on him, making it hard to move your eyes.

He looked at Ferguson with an inexplicable firmness in his eyes: "I want to see a careful analysis."

Louis froze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes lazily, put away his worried expression before, and smiled softly with a monstrous expression on his face.

The people at the scene looked at the young man in front of Mai Yin, and fell silent tacitly.In their view, there was something very attractive about that young man.

Seeing An Luo's firm eyes, Ferguson couldn't help becoming serious: "No problem!"

He sat back in front of Maiyin again, swiping his fingers quickly on the keyboard, his movements proficient to the extreme.

Following his movements, the words on the screen kept changing.For a while, there was only the sound of typing on the keyboard in the room, which seemed very crisp.

An Luo looked at the screen and thought for a while. Mai Yin judged and analyzed from the strength of the tone, the grasp of time, the capture and change of emotions, the emotion of comprehending the character's lines, and the field of personal performance, so no matter what the score is, it will definitely An analytical calculation was performed.

He pursed his lips tightly, and thought about it carefully, the preliminaries before the finals of this competition were also based on these topics.

Only after passing the preliminaries can they enter the finals, and the players who are eliminated must be due to their lack of ability.

No matter from many aspects of performance, the emotional degree of interpretation and so on.

Only teams that are outstanding in all aspects can successfully enter the finals.

In this way, the reason why the competition will choose the elimination system is also clearer.

"Xiao...Xiaojie!? Xiaojie is here!"

Someone in the crowd uttered something loudly, interrupting An Luo's thoughts, and he slightly turned his head to look at the place where the voice came from in the crowd.

I saw a [-]-year-old boy in formal attire walking in, and the crowd automatically made way.

He glanced at An Luo, and then stopped his gaze on Maiyin's screen. Even though he was young, he had a serious face.

"Mr. Martin is right. There is nothing wrong with the wheat sound system. The condition of the tester determines the analysis and calculation of the wheat sound. Because it is a machine, it pays more attention to its own strength." His voice has a period of voice change. Low and hoarse, but not ugly, he speaks with confidence, just like his appearance, it feels normal.

"The wheat sound is analyzed through the internal system, which is more accurate than what the human ear hears. All the defects of the sound tester will be clearly analyzed here."

"So it's like this..." Someone made a voice like that.Everyone was discussing in low voices, and the scene suddenly became noisy and lively.

An Luo was confused, and Louis next to him took the initiative to translate: "He's saying that Mai Yin pays attention to his own strength."

own strength?An Luo looked at Xiaojie and frowned slightly.

Ferguson stopped what he was doing and looked back at him, making a long sound of thought, with a fat and round face.He thought for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "I probably know what Xiaojie means."

Everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay, half understanding for a moment.

Someone explained to Anluo: "His name is Walt, the little boss here, the grandson of Mr. Jace, we all call him Xiaojie. Haha, don't look at his young age, but Xiaojie is very good, haha .”

Louis glanced at Xiaojie in front of him, and then asked thoughtfully, "He knows Mai Yin well?"

The man laughed: "Well, but Mai Yin is not his hobby, because what Xiaojie is really interested in is the circle of dubbing."

An Luo listened, without saying a word, but slowly cast her eyes on the child named Xiaojie for a few seconds, and then looked at the Maiyin screen again.

With Ferguson's last move, the picture on the screen finally stopped.Soon, lines of small bold characters appeared on it, and a few prominent characters at the bottom of the screen:

【Total score】360

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An Luo silently pursed her lips and took a few steps forward, her eyes slowly moved up:

Sense of drama: 90

Affect change: 5

Language: 110

Emotional Substitution: 40

Timing: 40

Music coordination: 50

Emotion conversion: 20

Tension: 5

…………

Everything else was zero, An Luo slowly closed her eyes.He didn't have any emotional changes. Such a result seemed to have been guessed, and he seemed to know it from the beginning.

"How could this be?" Bai Qian stared blankly at the score above.

"An Luo..." Yang Yang looked at An Luo with reddish eyes, and his lips were bitten blue.

Everyone's attention was focused on the analysis at the top of the screen, Xiaojie glanced quickly, and then observed the change of An Luo's expression with slightly squinted eyes.

This person's play sounds very good, but in fact it is too weak.

The sense of drama and the way of interpretation have been severely limited.And his current situation is like a balloon that is inflated, the surface looks full and perfect, but the inside is empty.

This kind of deficiency will be more obvious when cooperating with people with good abilities, because it will be easy to be taken into play.

He bit his lip, can he participate in the competition with such ability...

Ferguson sighed: "This kind of situation is relatively rare, but don't be discouraged, it will get better if you practice more."

An Luo nodded lightly, stroking the broken hair on her forehead.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Louis rolled his eyes at him and narrowed his eyes slightly. He glanced at An Luo, who was expressionless, and said in a leisurely tone, "It's okay, we will definitely win the game."

"I advise you to give up." Xiaojie interrupted suddenly, with a straight face, like a little adult: "With your strength, you can't win at all."

"Little Jie!" Ferguson stopped him.

Xiaojie looked at An Luo as if he didn't hear anything, and the other party looked at him, those clear eyes seemed to be so deep that they couldn't be seen, calm and waveless.

"We will win."

An Luo spoke lightly, his voice was slightly cold, and his unique way of speaking allowed him to attract everyone's attention the moment he spoke.

Xiaojie didn't expect him to say that, so he couldn't help being stunned.Being watched by those serious and clear eyes made his inexplicable alarm bells ring.

What are you kidding...

"Little Jie!" He wanted to say something more, but Ferguson stopped him again.

He bared, then walked out the door, stopped when he reached the door, and then looked back at An Luo.The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and An Luo's appearance was reflected in his bright eyes.

An Luo looked at him quietly, expressionless, the precipitation of the years brought him an invisible sense of vicissitudes, a sense of distance that was hard to touch.

I saw Xiaojie raised his chin slightly, with a contemptuous smile.

He said, "Then come and beat me first."

Then come and win me first...

If I can't even win, what are you going to do to win?