The top brother is going to the draft!

The talent show lasted nearly two hours.After the end, the mentors each announced the most recognized players they chose.

Xiang Ran chose Zhuang Xiang, Xie Lai chose Qi Beizhen, Chao Song chose Sheng Jun, and Lang Yu chose Lin Minghe.

Such an outcome is not surprising.

The strengths of Zhuang Xiang and Sheng Jun have long been notarized by everyone, and Lin Minghe is a father-type player who was recognized as a dark horse by other players in Yigong.

Although Qi Beizhen kept a low profile, today's independent song creation also successfully made the contestants recognize his strength.

Everyone's eyes swept over him from time to time.

Maybe there will be a spot for him after his debut?

The contestant with a broken chest still sighed with regret: "I thought the kind teacher Chao would choose me."

After all, Chao Song laughed the most at that time, like a goose about to die of laughter.

Chao Song: "Then what you broke is not a real boulder, is it? If you come to a real one, not only me, I will mobilize all the mentors to vote for you."

Contestant: "..."

too real.

The talent show is, of course, light-hearted and enjoyable.

It wasn't until the mobile phones were confiscated by the election manager back in the dormitory that everyone broke away from the excitement and remembered the announcement of the ranking of 35 to 20 tomorrow.

The players looked at each other in blank dismay, only feeling that the pressure seemed to come again.

Every day on the base is stressful.However, even if they are afraid of such pressure and expect such days to end soon, now, when that moment is about to be ushered in, the mood of the players is not at all relieved.

On the contrary, it is more complicated.

Zhuang Xiang said hello to Xiang Ran and left. After a series of troublesome preparations, he returned to the dormitory. After climbing the stairs, he happened to bump into Qi Beizhen sitting on the small empty balcony.

His precious wooden handmade bass was being placed on the opposite chair at the moment, and he was holding a can of beer in his hand.

This posture seems to be drinking with one's beloved musical instrument, a lonely performance art.

Zhuang thought: "Huh?"

The sound disturbed Qi Beizhen.

He looked up and saw that it was Zhuang Xiang, holding a soda can and respecting him from afar, he raised his jaw, "Do you drink?"

Just as Zhuang Xiang was about to speak, Qi Beizhen glanced at him, put the wine jar away, and said, "Forget it, children don't drink."

Zhuang Xiang was speechless: "I am twenty."

Qi Beizhen: "I'm 26."

It means that Zhuang Xiang is just a child in his eyes.

The corners of Zhuang Xiang's eyes twitched, and he leaned forward a few steps to the door frame to change the subject: "But you're drinking now? Tomorrow is the ranking recording, so you can't be in bad shape."

"It's okay, I don't drink much." He insisted.

Zhuang wanted to see that he couldn't be persuaded, so he didn't plan to persuade him. He shrugged his shoulders and was about to leave, but Qi Beizhen stopped him and said, "It's boring anyway, come and chat with me, how about it?"

This matter is surprising, after all, Qi Beizhen is not the kind of character who likes to talk to people.

Zhuang wanted to look back at him.

On Qi Beizhen's head, there were already not so obvious shallow hair stubbles, and when he lowered his head, his shoulders and spine slumped slightly.Such a posture is not very good-looking. He has a big frame but is very thin, which reminds people of a collapsed ancient temple.

Looks a little drunk.

Zhuang Xiang glanced at his beer can, and silently complained that he could get drunk even after drinking beer, which is not as good as him.

Qi Beizhen twisted his shoulders, straightened his body, leaned his head against the railing, and said, "How do you think my singing today is?"

Zhuang Xiang blinked: "Sounds good?"

"Really, where does it sound good?"

Ok……

Zhuang Xiang couldn't say one, two, three, four, five.

He just thinks it sounds nice and pleasant, a sense of fantasy and fairy tales.

He thought for a while with the tip of his tongue against the tip of his tiger teeth, racked his brains, and used his high school Chinese appreciation level: "Expressed the author's nostalgic feelings for recalling the past? Expressed the author's helpless feeling that his talents were not appreciated?"

Qi Beizhen: "? What the hell are you talking about?"

Zhuang wanted to be confused: "Didn't you tell me to say it?"

"..."

Qi Beizhen rubbed the bridge of his nose, and really felt that "Whether getting along with Song Yishen will produce irreversible changes in people's character" can be used as a topic.

He said: "Actually, this is the piece I wrote last time I came to the base."

Zhuang wanted to blink, knowing that he was talking about the last draft.

"But I didn't finish writing. At that time, I only made beats." Qi Beizhen leaned on the table with his elbows, and turned his chin to the side, "Sit down and chat."

Zhuang wanted to obediently pull out his chair and sit down, his eyes sweeping over Qi Beizhen's Beth beside him.

"At that time, I believed that hard work could achieve everything, so this song is full of imagination."

Qi Beizhen lowered his head and reopened the can of wine.

With a sizzling sound, air was released from the can, which sounded very cool, like tiny beer bottles moving in the air.

Zhuang wanted to be a qualified listener, so he asked, "And then?"

"Then it's very common for things to backfire." Qi Beizhen said, "I'm pretty good, so of course I was blasted."

Zhuang Xiang was slightly taken aback.

In fact, this is also expected, he can see it from the few words in the conversation between Qi Beizhen and Su Yuan before.

What surprised him was Qi Beizhen's tone, as if talking about other people's affairs had nothing to do with him.

"Afterwards, I accidentally got into trouble with the rich second generation, and my life was not satisfactory, and my ranking was very low. I went back and counted, there were three full episodes, nearly nine hours of feature film, and I only had ten seconds of shots."

Qi Beizhen spoke easily, sipping beer and looking at the sky, his expression and tone of voice were very steady, without any tremors.

"But at the time, the fans were saying that we, Xiao Hei, will definitely make our debut, and the sky will be bright, right?"

Xiao Hei is Qi Beizhen's nickname in the last draft.It is said that it is because his stage name in the band is black.

Zhuang wanted to know that Qi Beizhen didn't need anyone's approval or approval at this time, just like he never needed applause after his performance.

He is maverick like Xuefeng in the north, he can do whatever he wants alone, he only passes by, he doesn't dominate others, and others don't want to dominate him.

It sounds incredible that such a person should be bound by fate or wealth.

Zhuang Xiang asked softly, "You were targeted?"

It's also incredible.

He felt that Qi Beizhen said he was a living Buddha, but he was actually more living Buddha than a living Buddha.The face is flat and desireless, and occasionally it makes people feel that there is no fluctuation at all, and it is so empty that it does not seem like a person.Because of this, many people in the base have some inexplicable resistance to him.

According to Xiao Song, he was afraid of breaking the Tai Sui.Bullying anyone can't bully him.

"Huh? It's not wrong to say that it's targeted. Anyway, I retired after I found out about this."

Zhuang thought: "Retire?"

Qi Beizhen: "I beat up that idiot, and then retired because of a fight." He also lost money.

Zhuang wanted to laugh out loud.

"I'm impulsive," Qi Beizhen tapped his fingers on the can, earnestly, "I should put a sack on him, drag him into the toilet and beat him up."

Zhuang wanted to laugh even more.

"But this year, it's much fairer." Qi Beizhen looked at the sky, "Recalling it now, it's a horrible comparison. Actually, I don't like groups that are too close. It's just a competition. It's really unnecessary to breed feelings... But I like it very much. Such an atmosphere."

Zhuang wanted to nod his head to express his understanding.

Qi Beizhen has always been alienated from the crowd.He is like a duckweed, or a concrete soul, floating in the world without communicating with anyone.

He also knew that there were many things Qi Beizhen hadn't explained.

For example, the purpose of the talent conference, for example, is what happened in the last draft really as simple as he said?Another example is shaving hair all the time, such as his persistence and obsession.

However, Qi Beizhen had no reason to explain this to him.

After a long while, Qi Beizhen put down the can and sighed at the sky.

Zhuang Xiang is not a roundworm in his stomach, so I don't know what he is thinking at this time.He instinctively felt that Qi Beizhen might need comfort, but he didn't know what to say for a long time. After a while, he also sighed.

Hearing his sigh, Qi Beizhen was stunned for a moment, looked at him, and smiled: "You sigh? Don't you have any troubles?"

"No." Zhuang Xiang said, "It's just that I can't seem to say anything to comfort you, so I can only sigh with you."

This answer was beyond Qi Beizhen's expectations.

But when I think about it carefully, it seems reasonable to have someone who cries, chats, and sighs with me.

After a long while, he stared at the drops of water falling on the cold wall of the beer, laughed, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."

The evening wind in spring is a bit chilly, but not particularly cold.

Qi Beizhen leaned against the railing and closed his eyes for a while, then suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand, asking Zhuang Xiang to hand him his bass: "To thank you for listening to my nonsense today, I will play a piece of music for you in return."

"Is it today's song?"

Qi Beizhen shook his head and said no, and then said: "However, I wrote it myself."

Zhuang Xiang couldn't help looking forward to it.

Qi Beizhen plays the bass really well, and the lyrics and music are quite good.Zhuang Xiang sometimes felt that he didn't even need to come to the draft, and that it would be good to develop as a singer.

Qi Beizhen set up the bass, pressed his fingers on the strings hard, and three or two deep notes jumped out instantly, smashing into his ears like breaking ice.

Bass is an instrument like the blood in the band, and it always has unexpected surprises.

Zhuang wanted to close his eyes and hear from the melody that Qi Beizhen's song was a tribute to Tchaikovsky's "The Nutcracker".

He sang easily with his voice that smelled of tobacco and alcohol:

"Neveryone's life is very lively."

(Not everyone's life is very lively)

"You may die alone, but it's not a failure."

(Maybe I will die alone, but it is not a failure yet)

For the second day's ranking recording, everyone got up early in the morning, changed into uniforms and gathered in the venue one after another.

Zhuang wants to be with Song Yishen.He looked around, and half of the pyramid was removed again, and it was empty, and it felt really sparsely populated.

Even now that he is gradually getting used to fewer people, he has to say that every time he comes here, Zhuang Xiang has mixed feelings.And if nothing else, this should be the last chance to come here for the ranking announcement.

Because the next ranking announcement will not be recorded here again, but in the finals, the final result of 20 out of 7 will be announced directly.

Not long after, Dong Xia took the stage and looked around.

Another group of contestants changed their looks, trying to impress the audience as much as possible during the final period.

Everyone stood up and shouted pd hello just like they were in class when they were students.

Dong Xia was a little emotional, but still smiled: "Sit down. Needless to say, everyone knows that this will be the last ranking announcement before the final."

Everyone looked at each other.

Dong Xia coughed lightly, and adjusted the atmosphere just in time: "If you procrastinate any longer, you will only look sentimental. Alright, I won't do more greetings, let's start directly."

When their rankings were announced for the first time, it took a long time, so long that in order to prevent the audience from losing patience, the program team specially made a lot of interesting preparations to prepare for that time.

And now there are only twenty people in the ranking, no matter how much time is delayed, it will only make people feel short-lived.

This is the shortest ranking announcement that Zhuang Xiang has ever experienced, and he just feels like the time has passed in a blink of an eye.

The top seven are: Zhuang Xiang, Sheng Jun, Cheng Fengyu, Song Yishen, Xu Ziyi, Lin Minghe, Ming Lan.

Half of the teammates from the last performance were eliminated, and Meng Zhen and Yuan Yuan also failed to stay.

Su Yuan is two places behind Ming Lan, and Qi Beizhen has no chance of debuting for the time being.

Maybe there will be new fluctuations in the ranking when the talent conference is broadcast.It's just that the current players don't know all of this.

After the ranking was announced, the program team did not give the contestants a buffer time as usual, and they immediately started to listen to the selected songs performed by the instructor in place.

This time the program group got famous songs or the most popular songs of several mentors and Dong Xia, which everyone has been familiar with for a long time.When I thought of the possibility of covering and dancing such songs, I couldn't bear it for a while.

It's a pity that whether you can cooperate with your favorite mentor or not depends on luck.

And Zhuang Xiang had obtained the right to select groups in advance yesterday, so he didn't need to wait for the lottery like other players.After getting Dong Xia's explanation, he didn't hesitate much, walked through the corridor with the sign to a certain door, and knocked on the door.

At this moment, the three mentors in the monitoring room, including Dong Xia, fell silent at the same time, and couldn't help being curious.

—whose door would he knock on?