The top brother is going to the draft!

Zhuang Xiang is unstoppable dazzling on stage.

Like fire, stars, moon, or sun.All things that emit light are not too much to compare him to the extent that it is difficult to look away at this moment.

Xiang Ran has no choice but to choose Zhuang Xiang.

This is his treasure.

But he could no longer hide his light.

On the crude stage, Zhuang Xiang and Song Yishen's partner performance continued.

The light beams of purple-blue cool color dangled around, and occasionally fell into the bottom of Zhuang Xiang's eyes inadvertently, reflecting the shimmer like diamonds.He nodded his head lightly following the rhythm, and the movements of his hands with drooping eyes were neat and fancy.His expression is a bit surly and free and easy, his low voice is humming casually, and there is a kind of charm of a bad boy that makes people confused under the light.

Even the priority of breathing was controlled by him, and the contestants in the audience were agitated into a ball, screaming vigorously.

Occasionally, I feel that where he is knocking is drums and cymbals, it is clearly my heartbeat and lifeblood! !

The emotional ups and downs like a roller coaster occupy all of their minds. There is a kind of passion that is hard to let go, and the more you listen, the more fascinated you are. People are engulfed, broken, attracted, swayed, and ignited.

Amidst the laughter, applause, screams and cheers, Xu Ziyi was quite emotional: "No matter who your brother is partnering with, they all cooperate very well."

He Zhuangxiang's first stage is still being pulled out to make a debut.Everyone said that the two of them had a perfect understanding and were an excellent partner.

But Xu Ziyi thought and thought, but felt that the tacit understanding between himself and him at that time was not so good.It will make everyone feel this way, in the final analysis, it is because Zhuang Xiang is always good at making their stage full of tension.

It's not just the first stage - from the first to the third, and even the talent show, it's always like this.Comparing the stage to the battlefield, Zhuang Xiang is the general on the stage, boosting morale and leading the army to charge, and can always easily mobilize people.

Such a person is really suitable for the stage.

If he can't make his debut, it's not that Zhuang wants to miss the stage, but the stage missed him.

Xu Ziyi turned his gaze to Xiang Ran.

From a certain point of view, Xiang Ran and Zhuang Xiang are very similar people, because Xiang Ran was once evaluated as "without his play, two-thirds of the soul is missing".

Under normal circumstances, equally good people are either excessively repulsive or excessively attractive.

Xu Ziyi muttered in his heart.

As the rhythm of the music rose higher and higher, the speed at which Zhuang Xiang's drumsticks fell became more and more dizzying.It made people hold their breath as the temperature in their skulls continued to heat up, and finally the high-pitched drums reached the peak, and the warm atmosphere of the scene exploded suddenly.

Some of the many contestants in the audience stood up directly, crying and howling together, breaking through the clouds with majestic momentum.

This fast song has a lot of repetitions, and it can easily achieve the purpose of magical brainwashing. The accent that seems to splash sparks falls on people's ears like thunder, accompanied by Zhuang Xiang humming in a low voice with a little smile His voice is really—exciting.

Chao Song on the tutor's seat covered his ears: "Mr. Dong Xia quarreled with me and complained about this group of people. I told him that it was impossible, they were all good boys!!!"

Xie Lai let out a disdainful sneer: "Good?"

They're all bear kids.

Chao Songyou complained: "Hey, I know now, Dong Xia is right!! It's really noisy, why is it so noisy, is the base a zoo??"

But at this moment, Zhuang Xiang's strength in his hands seemed to be about to hit fireworks from the formidable cymbal, and his careless eyes flicked across the stage lightly, making people feel that the heart was poked by the tip of a hook with blood foam.

Exciting percussion, strong rhythm.

The players were so stimulated that their spines felt numb, and they expressed that they didn't want to hear what the instructors had to say.

"It exploded, woo woo."

"Next time brother, let's sing fried songs!!! Absolutely shocking!"

"Yeah, yeah, so far my younger brother hasn't sang fried songs on the stage, why is he fat four!"

"No, Yigong's rap seems to be bombed, right?"

"When I have money, I will open a bar and invite my younger brother to be the drummer! Resident singing is also fine!"

The drum kit can be said to be as important as the skeleton in the band, and it is the most important support for setting the tone of the song performance.

This kind of performance has a different kind of unruly soul after leaving the band.The contestants were so excited, shaking their heads and moaning, they wished they could climb up and have a carnival together.

After a song was played, Zhuang Xiang smiled and dragged Song Yichen to bow, and the cheers from the audience rose several degrees like a tidal wave.

Lang Yu laughed when he saw it, and said: "Go out and see others, and think that Zhuang Xiang has fans mixed in."

Xiao Song was also quite emotional: "Is this the feeling of lying down and winning jio?"

Grass.

So cool! !

Zhuang Xiang stroked his green hair, and instantly felt a searchlight-like gaze shot from behind.

Zhuang Xiang turned around in confusion.

Only Xiang Ran is watching him quietly with his eyes narrowed slightly behind him.

Zhuang thought:?

Xiang Ran's blue eyes are like a calm ocean, and when he smiles slightly, one can feel the gentle sea breeze caressing his cheeks.

Zhuang Xiang scratched his head and blinked, nodded to him with a smile, then chatted and laughed with Song Yichen and helped the props team move the drum down.

Xiang Ran: "..."

Gee.

Inexplicably upset.

Then came Su Yuan.

Zhuang Xiang has always been a little worried about his state, but at least Su Yuan is also an idol reserve who has been on stage so many times. The stage is not hip, but maybe not so amazing.

Zhuang wanted to sit under the stage, propped his chin and glanced at Ming Lan.

Ming Lan didn't pay attention to his gaze, she just pushed her glasses with a gentle expression.

If one compares Su Yuan and Ming Lan at this time, it is fair to say that Ming Lan is better.

But such a result, not to mention him, Su Yuan himself must have expected it.

Zhuang Xiang lowered his eyes, sighed, calmed down and continued to wait for the players to come on stage one by one, cheering for the players he was familiar with from time to time, he was so bored that he was a little sleepy.

Until the staff read Qi Beizhen's name.

Zhuang wanted to wake up in an instant, and when he looked up, he saw Qi Beizhen walking towards the stage with his bass in his arms. He stretched out his hand with anticipation, and said with a smile, "Come on!"

The corner of Qi Beizhen's mouth curled up, and he clapped his hands and said, "Okay."

Zhuang wanted to watch him go to the stage.

Qi Beizhen is too mysterious, he has a sense of story that attracts people to explore.Zhuang Xiang would not ask, but from time to time he would think about Qi Beizhen in his heart.

This very individual roommate has good strength and good looks, and he is online with dual commerce, and treats everyone in their dormitory very well.He would play unreserved original songs to them without hesitation, and would help Su Yuan analyze the pros and cons and tell him how to go, but he never fully opened his heart to them.

Zhuang Xiang sometimes wonders, would such a thoughtful person like him really give his full account of his future in a talent conference?

Then got the impossible answer.

Maybe he didn't care about an opportunity to get the audience's attention.

If he really wants the audience to pay attention to him, he should now do something strange like other players-such as boulders in the chest.Zhuang thought that there was nothing more attractive in today's performance than that.

But Qi Beizhen didn't do that.

Zhuang wanted to watch Qi Beizhen take the stage, his tall back was a little bit depressed like a snow wind.

Maybe his goal focus is not completely on the audience, the mentor and other players are the focus of Qi Beizhen's strategy this time?

After a while, Qi Beizhen sat on the high stool on the stage, pointed the microphone at the bass and his own mouth, and gently pressed the strings of the bass.

The extremely deep syllables are amplified to form sound arrows, which instantly capture the human ear.There was a small exclamation in the noisy scene, and then everyone involuntarily quieted down and waited.

Xie Lai raised his brows slightly, and his eyes circled Qi Beizhen twice, as if he was recalling or remembering this person.

A small spring breeze slips through the gaps in the treetops.

The peach blossoms, pear blossoms and magnolias in the base are already in full bloom, and the faint fragrance is blowing on people's cheeks. The rhythm of the music seems to be floating with the wind like a boat.

Qi Beizhen moved his fingertips, closed his eyes, and opened his lips softly to sing.

[a little secret]

[I have a sickness]

He lowered his voice, and his voice was slightly hoarse and smokey.In the past, I only felt the low voice of indifference, but now I sing with a southern accent, but it has a gentle feeling.

Zhuang Xiang blinked in surprise: "Is he singing in dialect?"

"Really? It doesn't sound like a foreign language..." Song Yichen was not sure.After a while, he began to comment enthusiastically, "I didn't expect that Lao Qi is usually such a big, three-faced and thick guy, and he sings so well?"

Zhuang Xiang couldn't help laughing: "Five big and three rough?"

Song Yichen: "Yeah!! Look at him, he's big and thick, with broken brows and short hair, tall, and serious. Few people in the base dare to talk to him."

This kind of situation is rare in the base. After all, everyone has been together for a few months, and they have feelings after all.

And Qi Beizhen seems to really want to carry out his living Buddha character design to the end, and the sense of distance in getting along with people is always present.

Zhuang Xiang raised his eyebrows, and continued to focus on the stage.

In the past, Qi Beizhen spent more time playing music in the dormitory, but he seldom sang it.Occasionally sing, also in Mandarin.

It was also the first time Zhuang wanted to hear him sing in his dialect. He never expected that just changing a tone would change his feelings so much.

Like a moon river of twinkling stars, flashing in front of people's eyes, he played the bass in his hand, romantically wanting to pull the Milky Way in the sky to the world and invite everyone to enjoy it.

It was unbelievably dreamy.

Zhuang wanted to hear the trainees around him discussing in a low voice while being hooked into Qi Beizhen's voice: "What lyrics did he sing?"

"I do not know……"

In fact, Zhuang Xiang didn't understand much. There were only a few words whose pronunciation was similar to Mandarin, which he could connect to form a guess.

He guessed that Qi Beizhen was singing...

[The witch promised to use three coins and moonlight as my antidote]

[later she forgot all about it]

[So I walked across the rainbow bridge, trying to pick up the stars and fall down]

Qi Beizhen on the stage had a peaceful expression from the beginning to the end, maintaining his usual indifferent Buddhist style, watching the rather fierce broken eyebrows stretch peacefully on his face.

Maybe he's telling a story more than singing.

There are lows in the story.

[Please don't steal my shadow]

[give us a little more time]

There are expectations.

[Soon to climb above the clouds]

[give us a little more time]

There are fairy-tale sparkling colors.

[The little deer presents roses, the white horse flying elephant plays the harp, and the dream of flying out of the skylight is covered with beautiful flowers]

[At the other end of the rainbow, there will be a gate to the Kingdom of God open]

[just need a little more time]

Zhuang wanted to tighten his fingertips, and took a deep breath in his heart.

The lyrics that didn't seem to rhyme at first, but after being sung in dialect, they suddenly have a little more wonderful charm. It's not surprising that the words are half-pressed, but there is a soft and creepy feeling spontaneously.

indescribable.I just feel a stronger sense of amazement than the previous few times.

It seems that the shining stars in the sky are crushed into sand, and they are blingbling in my ears like in the cartoons when I was a child.

[give us a little more time]

[If this is not a dream]

Qi Beizhen's hoarse voice is very annoying, and there is a faint smile when he sings in a low voice.

For a moment, except for the people, everyone in the Spring Breeze seemed to be surrounded by the dreams woven by Qi Beizhen.

Zhuang Xiang felt that he was led astray by Song Yishen's usual weird brain circuits.

Because right now he's thinking...

If Xiao Qi had hair at this time, which could flutter slightly in the wind, the picture would definitely be more stunning, and it would definitely be a photo of fans who are scheduled to go out of the circle.

But he didn't.

Zhuang Xiang: whisper bb.