Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

After eating, Qu Yang walked out with his clothes on his hands, the sweat on his body evaporated, and he planned to go back to the dormitory to take a shower.

Sensing the noise coming from the training room, Qu Yang looked through the crack of the door, and saw a few young people who had eaten half full just now, familiarizing themselves with the adjusted movements.

He looked away, and closed the door softly.

Not long after, a mentor sent a message, calling the contestants to the door, and they drove to the rehearsal site together, which is also the stage for the third performance tomorrow.

Qu Yang put on a blindfold and took a nap all the way to maintain his state.

After more than 40 minutes, the car arrived at the place and parked not far from the venue.

A fan was holding a small sign outside, waving enthusiastically to his idol: "Ah Sheng, Ah Sheng!"

"Really, most of the people outside are your fans." Someone complained to Han Qisheng in a joking tone.

Han Qisheng smiled and said nothing, and waved to the fans when he got off the car.

The bodyguards next to him did their duty, blocking the excited crowd when they saw Han Qisheng, and when Qu Yang walked towards the venue, those fans dispersed in unison, and the road was much wider.

Ji Lin, who was walking next to him, had interacted with a few of his fans, looked at Han Qisheng's surrounded back in front of him, and silently felt bitter.

"Although I don't like him very much, I have to say that I'm quite envious seeing him have so many fans."

The young man's eyes were full of envy: "Oh, when will I be able to have such a ostentation? Fans of other people spontaneously come to support idols, one group at a time. See that over there? There are a few here and there, not fans. It was the program team who invited us to hold up the lights for a fee."

Qu Yang looked over there, in the auditorium, Han Qisheng's fans accounted for almost half of the country, and the fan lights of Group B's three melons and two dates were buried in the vast ocean.

"There will be some in the future." Qu Yang dressed lightly, carrying a backpack with a notebook on his back, and said in a warm voice.

At this time, a college student with ponytails walked straight towards them and took out a pen and paper prepared in advance.

"Cub, I've been a fan of you for a long time. I've liked you since you debuted in the third year of junior high school. Can you sign me?"

The appearance of the girl broke the embarrassment of zero fans at the scene, Qu Yang did not refuse, smiled and said "Of course", then took it over, lowered his eyes and wrote down the name seriously.

"Eight-year-old fan!" Ji Lin looked like a lemon, and he began to envy again.

The girl accepted the autograph, held it in her arms like a baby, and nodded proudly: "Of course! Who doesn't love gentle, handsome and talented high-quality stocks?"

"It's a pity," the girl sighed, and stared at Qu Yang with bright eyes, "If it weren't for the plagiarism incident eight years ago, you could have gone further, Zai Zai."

Being called "Zai Zai", the other party was still a few years younger than himself, Qu Yang was a little strange, and couldn't help being amused after hearing the next words: "I know that I have plagiarized and bad records, why have I been a fan for eight years? Woolen cloth?"

"Because you don't seem to be someone who can copy the song on the third day after your teammates release it. Normal people know that this kind of operation is really an insult to IQ."

Yes, normal people know that the plagiarism incident back then was strange and had too many flaws, but the trolls were overwhelming, and various versions of the brainwashing package were smashed, and many people were really led away by the nose.

There is something wrong with this world.

When walking backstage, Qu Yang thought so.

Soon, he didn't have time to think too much, and was called by Fu Sixuan to change into the costumes for the performance, and then put on a special stage makeup by a makeup artist, and then he had to sit with his teammates and wait to go on stage.

According to the order of the lottery, their repertoire is ranked second, and Group A will be the first to appear, and it will be their turn in about 10 minutes.

At the moment, the first track to appear on the stage is adapted from a RAP song, the accompaniment sound is extremely loud, and the rap is spit out like a hail of bullets, directly shooting people's brains with pain.

According to the instructor's expectation, this song was the one that could stir up the atmosphere of the scene the most. As a result, two groups went on one after another.

The scene was a bit embarrassing.

Wait until the instructor's grading session.

Jiang Zhi was still indifferent: "The lead singer's rap is too hard, and it has obviously regressed compared to the last performance. If you are still at this level during the performance, then sorry, no more than six points."

Seeing that the faces of the young people on the stage turned pale, the older instructor said slowly: "It's inevitable that you will be a little nervous to be the first one. It's understandable. I hope to see your true strength tomorrow. Seven points."

"Thank you teacher."

The older mentor advised: "The young people nowadays are really not as good as the next generation. The few just now are already considered good. Don't be too strict, to discourage people's self-confidence."

Jiang Zhi shook her head: "I only believe in strength."

The scene was condensed and awkward, but when Han Qisheng and others came on stage, the enthusiasm was rekindled.

"Ah Sheng is beautiful in a prosperous age! What should I do if I cry because of being handsome?"

"I was bored to death just now, but luckily A Sheng washed his eyes, it's so considerate!"

"It's really a face! awsl!"

However, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked.All kinds of lights outside flickered, and the auditorium was full of crowing, but the six members of Group B who got up and waited to go on stage did not respond.

It may be because they have seen the performance of Group A earlier, even if they were wearing special costumes and various lights intertwined with each other, they couldn't feel the slightest sense of amazement, and they could only feel calm in their hearts.

even……

"Let me inflate a bit," Ji Lin whispered a little too much, "Actually, I think it's not bad, it's great, but it's not as good as us in terms of reality."

"Me too...hahahaha."

The passionate performance came to an end in the high notes of the vocal, and there was a wave of applause, cheers and screams.

Having not slept enough in the car, Qu Yang yawned, lazily raised his eyes to look at the stage.

Han Qisheng had a bright smile, and his beautiful face was even more seductive under the heavy makeup. Many girl fans excitedly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

When the instructor judged, it was mostly praise. Jiang Zhi, who has always been strict, raised his mouth rarely: "This performance is perfect. If I grade it, I will give it..."

"Five minutes past nine!" shouted fans who had watched the video of the battle in the training room before.

"Yes, five past nine." Jiang Zhi smiled.

"I'm afraid you'll be proud!" the fans shouted again and again.

A school of harmony.

Until the six members of Group B came to the stage, the scene returned to the weird atmosphere. Only Fu Sixuan had more fans, waving LED light signs and fluorescent sticks in the distance.

The lights dimmed again, and the light on the stage was dim. According to the shadows, we could see the positions of several people.

The accompaniment sounded, and the black figures moved one after another.

"Whose dream is blooming."

The light was shining brightly, and for an instant, the audience, who was lowering their heads and brushing the super chat, trembled involuntarily, their ears itching.

They looked up to the stage, and the young man standing in the middle of the light focused on singing, opened his eyelids casually, and looked over with black eyes full of stars.

It's like looking at thousands of years.

The audience seemed to be electrified, and tremblingly put down their phones.

The super talk of the previous performance, it suddenly didn't smell good.

The scene fell into silence, and the indifferent audience who had just lowered their heads sat up straight one by one, put down the lights in their hands, and climbed the wall in a daze.

The surrounding teammates were in high spirits, Qu Yang smacked a smile, and felt his blood reflexively boil and burn.

He simply indulged himself.

The older instructor said "Hey": "This group is very good! Xiao Jiang, it's a good thing you didn't score ten like me just now, otherwise it would be embarrassing."

Jiang Zhi didn't speak.

The elder mentor continued: "Especially the lead singer, what's his name? It seems to be Fang Qingzhuo, this level is really good."

Jiang Zhi remained silent.

Han Qi stared at the radiant people on the stage, as well as the mentor group and fans who had obviously defected, and took a deep breath.

Standing next to him was the second-ranked lead singer, who was also the one who taunted me while playing Werewolf, and his face was not good at this time.

"Why did they suddenly... Could it be that the water was released in the training room before?"

"No, it was clearly not like this just now! How is it possible?"

This time, Group B collectively performed normally or even supernormally, and there were no flaws or mistakes to stretch the gap. Individuals can see that this performance is obviously better than theirs by more than one level.

Especially the lead singer, directly and ruthlessly crushed.

The audience at the scene had long forgotten that the purpose of this trip was to cheer for their idols, overwhelm other goblins, watched the wonderful performance on stage, felt the irresistible rendering power, and unconsciously sang along.

Qu Yang smiled, the fast-paced and violent movements absorbed a lot of his strength, and the hair on his forehead was covered with hot sweat, but he only felt hearty in his heart.

The dreams and sweat of the five teammates next to him were in full bloom, and the charm of art was resonance. As he sang to the climax, Qu Yang faintly felt as if something really was breaking through the ground, sprouting in full bloom, and awakened from his blood.

"How can you give up easily if you haven't seen the other side yet."

"There's nothing worth bowing to."

When the song came to the high note at the end, the audience silenced one by one, and looked at the stage with breathless concentration.

Their foreheads and even their bodies were covered with sweat from the heartbeat just now. At this moment, their eyes were wide open, waiting for the most exciting part of the finale.

The teammates behind him didn't stop dancing, the young man's eyelids drooped again, covering the expression in his eyes, and the microphone was aimed at his lips.

There was no sound from the auditorium below the stage.

coming.

The final treble sounded like a wave breaking a bank. At first, it only let out a few thrilling strands, and then the sky filled with river water surged down from a height of hundreds of feet.

The water instantly overflowed Jinshan, and the tingling sensation also overflowed everyone's scalp in an instant.

"It's my dream that is blooming."

As the accompaniment ended, the huge venue fell into silence, just like the silent movies many years ago.

The young man closed his eyes, his appearance was quiet, but his imposing manner like a rainbow was expanding the territory, causing hundreds of people at the scene to bow their heads silently.

After the final freeze, the young man opened his eyes with a smile, and looked down the stage. Sweat slid from his forehead down his cheeks to his chin, dripping down his smooth jaw.

Qu Yang took a step back, and the hearts of the audience were pulled back again.

"Ahhhhhhh! Master is gone!"

"Don't go! Don't go!"

"Don't go, don't go! You stole my heart and you still want to run?"

The wailing was louder and louder, and then they found out in embarrassment that the young man did not leave. He and his teammates stood in a row, bowed together, and then raised the microphone and chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'm not leaving."