The top brother is going to the draft!

There were a lot of problems in the preparation of mining this time, and Zhuang Xiang stayed in the preparation room for more than half an hour.

The staff asked him about his future prospects, his opinion on the mentors, and who Zhuang Xiang most wanted to debut with.As Zhuang Xiang answered, he vaguely remembered that they had made similar preparations when they first entered the base?

Time is really a consumable.

Looking back now, I always feel that the first stage is still vivid in my mind, but it is about to enter the final.

So when the staff asked: "What do you wish for in the last period?", what Zhuang wanted to answer was: "I hope time can pass more slowly."

He didn't want it to end so soon.

After the long interview, Zhuang Xiang returned to the practice room to continue practicing.

Dong Xia gave them a lot of authority this time to make changes everywhere, so there were changes in the dance and the lyrics.This troubled Zhuang Xianglai a bit. After all, he was good at choreography, but he had no experience in writing lyrics, which made it especially difficult.

In the past few days, he has written lyrics so that everyone is numb. He has deleted, deleted, and revised many times, but no matter how you look at it, it is still wrong. Even Dong Xia commented that "the lyrics have no soul".

Zhuang wanted to be obedient and clever, so he asked, "What does it mean to have a soul?"

Dong Xia pondered: "Things that are only done to achieve goals have no soul. Let's just say that, Xiaozhuang, your dance has a soul, but there are no words."

When he said this, Zhuang Xiang felt that he had a vague understanding.

"Soul", this kind of thing is too broad to say, in fact, it may be called "sincerity" to be more specific.

For example, his dance, such as Qi Beizhen's bass, because of the blessing of passionate belief, always has more of his own unique style and taste than the boring template teaching-and this kind of thing is not in his current lyrics. No.

Now he is just piled up with some vocabulary of this kind, something that anyone can write, it is not unique, and it does not belong to him.

But how can I write my own things?

Zhuang Xiang was trapped again.

He deliberately asked Qi Beizhen, who is very good at this aspect, and Qi Beizhen's answer was: "Whatever is on your mind, just write it out."

Zhuang wanted to sigh.

He feels that what he thinks in his heart and what he writes are two different things.

"I seem to understand, you are uninspired, and you don't even know what to write." Qi Beizhen thought for a while, and looked down at him, "I heard that you made a lot of trouble with the hot search for black material."

Zhuang thought: "No."

Even Qi Beizhen knew about it, and it seemed that it spread quite well in the base.

Qi Beizhen said: "Try to use this theme."

Zhuang Xiang was startled, "This?"

Qi Beizhen's expression was as pale as a layer of smoke, but his words were faintly sharp: "There is a theme, a core, resistance, and twists and turns. What can't be written? Art comes from life."

Zhuang wanted to think for a while.

Makes sense! !

Qi Beizhen added: "The things that happen to me, the songs I sing will have more attitude."

Zhuang Xiang looked at him and blinked.

The corner of Qi Beizhen's mouth curved flatly: "It seems that you understand... go and write."

Zhuang Xiang began to write vigorously.

This time, among other things, the only thing is to be smooth, and I wrote it down in one go - I didn't have the consciousness of trying to make my emotions stronger like before.

After writing, he asked the election manager to help take pictures of the words and send them to Dong Xia who has been a little busy recently.

[Dong Xia: I'll help you change it later!This time is not bad, Xiao Zhuang~]

This means it is finished.

Zhuang wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.

The penultimate day.

Everyone's words and dances are no longer a problem, and we can start to communicate with the election director about the stage effect.

The election manager suggested: "You can use that Zizi gun then."

Zhuang Xiang leaned against the wall and was so bored that he turned his pen to entertain himself, and blinked when he heard this.

Zizi gun?

water gun?

Song Yichen asked his question directly: "So it's a water fight on stage?"

Zhuang Xiang couldn't help laughing out loud.

Selector: "..."

It doesn't have to be so obvious.

He coughed and said tactfully, "It can be said so."

Song Yishen was excited: "Okay! Then I will piss anyone who offends me."

Zhuang Xiang propped his chin and asked curiously: "Doesn't include me?"

Song Yishen patted him kindly: "No, no, it's also Xu Ziyi."

Xiao Xu:?

He was confused: "You seem to have that serious illness?"

Song Yishen: "I've been asked to bring water guns. Wouldn't it be against common sense not to irritate people?"

"Hehe, it's really not good." The election manager cut through Song Yichen's fantasy, "At that time, you can only grow up in the sky, and be careful to avoid people, cameras and audiences."

Song Yichen: "Ah?? Why?"

Zhuang Xiang probably said: "I'm afraid of makeup."

The election manager nodded seriously.

Xiao Song: "...the cosmetics of the program group should be changed."

Can't stand even a little water, fragile!

The contestants laughed together, and Zhuang Xiang brushed his hair with a smile.

But no matter what, the presence of this new element on the stage this time cheered up the contestants.

Who is not a little childish in heart?

Water pistol, play hard!

So under everyone's expectation, the day of rehearsal and performance will come soon.

The contestants in Dong Xia's group changed into improved red and black suits and entered the waiting room. The contestants who arrived before them looked left and right, envious.

"Cool guys!!"

"Change your clothes, woohoo, I want to wear your outfit too."

Then the contestants in the Dong Xia group showed off everywhere.

Among other things, their make-up and hair are quite powerful this time, from head to toe to create a kind of unruly elite feeling, not wearing chains and sequins like usual, the sense of cheapness is rapidly reduced, and the sense of cool is soaring.

Among them, Zhuang Xiang is especially serious!

Because he was wearing a black skull unilateral blindfold.

Although he is a bit of a second grader, but helplessly, my brother is so good-looking, and there is an unusual sassiness in the second grader.He has handsome eyebrows and eyes, dark black eyes with hooks, and gray-green hair with a touch of mint blue looks extraordinarily cool, at this time he is lazily looking down and playing with his fingers.

Good... good boss.

Players who had never seen him in rehearsal yesterday came over curiously and twitched his blindfold strap curiously.

Zhuang wanted to let them drag him in a good-tempered manner.

Cheng Fengyu also probed curiously: "Brother, do you have any makeup on your eyes?"

Other contestants: "How could there be no such thing!"

"It's not worth saving this little money."

Song Yishen and Xu Ziyi looked at each other and laughed wildly.

Zhuang thought the same, and Huya burst out laughing.He blinked mysteriously, then took off the blindfold and quietly showed them.

Everyone took a closer look, and there was a burst of surprise in the waiting room.

"Ah, this, this, actually..."

"Wouldn't it be embarrassing if the blindfold falls off?"

"The program team is really picky. They have earned so much money, but they still can't bear the cosmetics."

Gee tut.

Zhuang Xiang stretched out his hands to put on the blindfold and straightened it, and said with emotion: "The program team is not embarrassed, but I am the one who is embarrassed. The one-eyed dragon's perspective is not cool at all."

Vision is limited.

The blindfold was tied on the right side, and Song Yichen was sitting on his right side at this moment, so he couldn't even see it.

The others comforted him: "Although you are blind in one eye, you are twice as handsome!"

Zhuang Xiang: —v—

Ok.

Satisfied!

Before chatting for a long time, the screen in the waiting room suddenly lit up, and the hustle and bustle of the real-time broadcast broke through their eardrums in an instant.

Because the finals are approaching, this time more and more fans are shouting quotations such as xxx, in addition to the usual cheering slogans.Everyone listened carefully to their own voices, and couldn't help but recall that when Yigong was there, some of them were still worried about whether there would be an audience to see them.

They are also the ones who will stay in the finals now!

Soon, the light came on.Dong Xia appeared on the screen.

"It's about to start!"

The contestants are gearing up, and they are obviously very confident in this collaborative performance.

Indeed, this performance is the most relaxed one, they have no external pressure, no ranking, no voting, all they have to do is enjoy the stage to their heart's content.

Then why hesitate?Catch the waves and you're done!

Soon, the first group to play was called to the backstage to prepare.

Then the second, and the third.

Zhuang wanted to watch the audience's endless cheers and applause in the waiting room, but he also had a good time watching it.

Time passed unknowingly. Perhaps it was because of the relaxation without any pressure this time that the contestants showed a bright spot that was not usually there, and their performance level was greatly improved.

Dong Xia also sighed: "It seems that the usual pressure is too much? Didn't perform to the level."

Xie Lai: "There is no way, the competition system suppresses people."

Dong Xia shrugged.

Until all the other mentors finished their performances, Dong Xia finally waited for the staff to come and ask him to go backstage and meet the players.

After arriving at the pitch-black backstage, Dong Xia greeted them cheerfully and asked them about their state of mind.

Song Yichen: "Stable, super stable!"

"It's never been so easy!"

Dong Xia exchanged pleasantries one by one, and the time was almost up.Everyone came to the stage and briefly introduced themselves to the audience.

The audience in the audience cheered enthusiastically, Zhuang wanted to bow to the audience, and his eyes drifted to Song Yichen, feeling a little bit emotional.

Back when he was Yi Gong, Song Yichen was still a poor kid who was shaking uncontrollably on stage, but now he has completely let go and can enjoy himself on stage like a duck in water.

Zhuang Xiang lowered his eyes.

In a few months, everyone has improved, even myself.

While he was still thinking, the lamp went out and the light dimmed unexpectedly.

Zhuang wanted to be pulled back by Song Yichen before he came back to his senses, knowing that it was time to pull his thoughts back.He stood in a good position, adjusted the headset, and lowered his head to prepare.

The prelude cuts in, and the accent falls on the ground like a thunderbolt, as if the sight of the dust that is about to splash is shocking enough.

The enthusiastic and continuous drums sounded like a storm, and the powerful rhythm hit the ears, burning the enthusiasm of the audience even more.

The contestants who received feedback from the audience were even more relaxed, acting recklessly with the dark light on the huge stage, only feeling that this time they were not burdened after they stepped on the stage.

The interludes of the chorus gradually entered, and the rhythm of electronic music repeated in the melody. The confusing sound waves were like sea fish pulling people into the bottom of the sea, making the audience feel breathless and excited.

Until Zhuang wanted to come out, lightly brushed the corner of his slender clothes, and looked up.

His eyes were dark, and his eyelashes cast beautiful shadows on his eyelids. At that moment, the faint light in his eyes seemed to penetrate like hot flames from afar, and he couldn't help but blurted out a shocking cry.

The suffocation-like pleasure was transformed into the motivation to shout, and the cheers suddenly surged like a stormy sea!

Backstage Chao Song bared his teeth and grinned: "Terrible popularity!!"

Xie Lai: "How did you debut without this popularity?"

Chao Song felt that she was preaching like the dean, and suddenly felt bored, so he turned his head and muttered to Lang Yu: "If you want her to tell, of course I know."

But knowing it doesn't stop him from being emotional.

Lang Yu smiled kindly.

On the stage, Zhuang Xiang's hair was a kind of purple that dazzles anyone under the light, and his single eye patch outlined his extraordinarily deep outline.He turned the finger on his thumb, closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth in a lazy smile.

——It’s hard to put it into words, the kind of energy that blends coldness and warmth.

The already fierce din of the fans in the auditorium suddenly exploded with a new sense of power, shouting and screaming almost broke through the sky like losing their minds.

"Brother is so handsome woo woo woo!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Zhuang wanted to adjust the microphone.

"Become a billion thof a human being."

(Become one of the billions in the world)

After depressing, the magnetic timbre is like an electric current from the eardrum to the heart, or like a feather scratching an itchy place, which is more exciting and uncontrollable!

The audience felt hot from the beginning to the end, and they couldn't help covering their mouths, and the tears were so excited that they were about to burst out.

It's over.

This is just the first line of lyrics! !

It's really not random blowing! !