Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

Han Qisheng's head went blank with a "buzz".

The pain spread from the legs to the brain, the screams and the accompaniment knocked on the eardrums, and the whole head was about to split open.

The scene was chaotic, and so was his thoughts.

The chuckle from last night sounded again: "Remember the stairs are slippery, be careful not to fall."

Han Qisheng was very cold, and lying on the stage, it seemed that he was lying on the icy surface of the twelfth lunar month. His legs and feet shrank from the cold, and his wound twitched. He grinned and regained his senses.

Han Qisheng sensed that the attack that pierced his consciousness just now was terribly familiar, and it was exactly what he used often.

But how could Fang Qingzhuo do it?how come!

Before being carried down, Han Qisheng saw Qu Yang leaning against the wall in a line of people preparing to enter the arena, leisurely raising his eyes, with a mocking smile on his lips.

His lips moved, and Han Qisheng understood.

"Return favors."

The excited fans gradually sat back under the comfort of the host, and the remaining five members of group A stood there with their heads bowed, waiting for the instructor's evaluation.

The older instructor sighed: "Because just now... the performance is a bit poor, eight points."

He thought he was merciless, the members of Group A looked ugly and opened their mouths to explain, but Jiang Zhi raised her hand and suppressed it.

She lowered her head and wrote down a score on the paper with a cold tone: "You can all see the usual performance of Group A, because one mistake directly negates the efforts of six people, it is too unreasonable. Ten."

"You..." The elder tutor frowned, and he didn't blurt out the words of reprimand considering that he was recording a program.

The score sheet was collected, and the host announced: "The final average score of Group A is nine points. Next, let's invite Group B of "Blooming Dreams" to play."

Qu Yang reminded in a low voice: "When you get on stage, check if your feet are too slippery, don't fall like Han Qisheng."

"Brother Fang is still caring."

The teammates' compliments were too straightforward, and Qu Yang's smile was more shy.

"Should be."

After staying up all night and cramming all night, no one else has carefully prepared for many days to be perfect. On the stage, you can barely follow the movements, and the dance is not bad.

Only Fu Sixuan and Qu Yang performed as usual, and the other three teammates were obviously inferior in terms of formation changes and movement changes. It can only be said that they couldn't find any mistakes at first glance.

Yesterday's rehearsal video was exposed. Looking down from the stage today, the number of fans who came to cheer is already quite considerable. They suddenly broke their way out of Han Qisheng's fans, both men and women.

When Qu Yang spoke, these people waved the support objects in their hands and shouted loudly, the atmosphere that had been cold due to the accident just now was heated up.

"I'm still strong, A Zhuoqiang!"

"Woooooo the audio of this song is finally coming out! I'm going to play it on a loop for three days and three nights!"

"Husband, keep singing!"

At the end of the song, the four high-pitched voices seemed to be still lingering, and the elderly tutor said "tsk tsk" twice: "It's so vigorous after driving all night, it's good to be young. Does your throat hurt?"

Qu Yang still smiled: "It's okay."

In fact, under the overload of training, not only the throat is a little tight and painful, but also the limbs are sore.

The instructor nodded and talked about this performance: "Compared to yesterday's perfect rehearsal, there are still flaws, and you all know this."

When the elder mentor said this, everyone's palms were sweating.

Unexpectedly, he changed the subject: "But upholding the humanitarian spirit, I can't just look at a team with almost no base and a strong team spirit, who can stay up for the performance from [-] o'clock last night to four or five o'clock this morning. Just because a teammate temporarily suffered a leg injury, he got an incommensurable score."

"I'll give it ten points, Xiao Jiang, what do you think?" The older mentor turned his head with a smile.

This is taking what Jiang Zhi said just now, making it difficult for her to get off the tiger.

Jiang Zhi squeezed out a "ten" from between her teeth, and then she felt discouraged and lay down in the armchair calmly.

The rest of the instructors looked at each other and expressed their opinions one after another.

The host announced: "The average score of Group A is..."

"very!"

The third performance adopts a cruel elimination system, and the two losers with the fewest votes will be sent away during the recording of the next episode of the variety show three days later.

When Qu Yang left the performance, he wore a mask and a hat. He now has tens of thousands of active fans, and he can no longer do whatever he wants like before.

It's just that his temperament, pace, and eye shape couldn't be concealed, so he had to walk with his head slightly lowered.

Qu Yang sat in his old seat in the last row, and someone next to him murmured softly, "It's on the trending list."

"His fans are really crazy."

"It's really scary to see it, but in recent years, it seems to be the same in both the music and entertainment circles, alas."

Although the performance was not a live recording, it was released after some backstage editing, but there were a lot of spectators at the venue just now, and Han Qisheng's matter could not be hidden, and now it has been listed in the top five most searched.

He is a first-line idol and a symbol of traffic. Recently, he has borrowed the wind of Dream 101. He has received a lot of attention and his popularity has risen sharply.

Click in and see that the comments are very polarized, and it really performed a dance of demons.

The warm-hearted fans were very worried, and told Han Qisheng to rest well, and said that he would vote for him, and the C position would always be his.

The extreme fans, on the other hand, mocked Han Qisheng from head to toe in one pass, mocking that even if he didn't break his leg, he couldn't compare with the group B who was rushing to work temporarily. This fall was really subtle.

The screen was turned off, and Qu Yang closed his eyes to rest.

"The recording studio simulation is complete!" 0641 said cheerfully, circling around Qu Yang.

Back in the dormitory of Yinhe Apartment, Qu Yang spread out the tune that he finished yesterday on the table, so that he could familiarize himself with it.

The eyelids were opened again, and the surrounding world changed. Qu Yang was in the well-equipped recording studio, lowering his head to adjust various instruments and equipment, and 0641 drifted around.

"Host, how is it?"

"Everyone did a great job."

Qu Yang's consciousness is divided into dozens of channels, running in different directions, submerged in various equipment.

With a thought in his mind, he arranged the required musical instruments and equipment like his fingers.

At the beginning, I recorded with the mentality of testing, and unexpectedly found that the texture of the song was perfect, and almost no refinement was needed.

Qu Yang has already figured out that the vocal range of this body is between F2 and E5, which is quite good, and the timbre is also unique and has a wide audience.

It can be said that God rewards the meal.

After singing for the first time, Qu Yang listened to it twice. It may be a long time since he sang such a song with ups and downs, and he felt a little nervous. He pondered over his emotions and breath, and found that the reason for the confusion was that he didn't know what to do. Honestly show off your skills subconsciously.

Qu Yang started recording again, this time he planned to throw away those unnecessary things.

The milky white morning light is intertwined, drawing clear light and shadows on the wooden floor. The light seems to be spiritual, and it is more willing to gather at the tall and tall young man wearing headphones. He lightly closes his eyes and moves his body lightly with the beat and rhythm .

You can see the warm white light floating in the fine dust chasing him, swaying up and down, circling left and right, dancing with him peacefully.

0641 couldn't help but stare blankly, and laughed unconsciously.

Qu Yang is immersed in his own world.

This song has a wide vocal range, with low, medium, high, true and false sounds, but it is not a problem for Qu Yang. His vocal range is natural and smooth, and he has a solid foundation.

He is modifying some unnecessary skills and parts.

In fact, the practice of soaring the treble is trivial, not as important as what laymen say now, the treble is very powerful, and it is easy to poke people's superficial music aesthetics. In recent years, led by one-sided aesthetics, many people think that the treble is a sign The most important factor of the singer's strength.

But that's not all there is to a singer, nor is it necessary.

From Qu Yang's point of view.

Singing a song well is essentially putting the listener into a hearty emotional experience with a deep and meaningful taste that you will never tire of listening to.

As for treble and the like, that's just icing on the cake, and one's own singing skills are the most fundamental foundation.

Qu Yang faintly felt that he had entered a mysterious state of returning to basics, and he had already felt it when he sang the first line of the re-recording again.

The music, lyrics, and emotion all become vivid through his interpretation.

0641 can't wait to wave the flag and shout: "This song should only exist in the sky, it's so shocking! Everyone is dumbfounded!"

Qu Yang couldn't help laughing: "Rainbow farts are becoming more and more proficient, so watch less dramas in the future."

"Know it."

Walking out of the recording studio, Qu Yang returned to the small world, opened the foreign music software, released the new song "Nirvana", and wrote an email to the International Recording Society, the organizer of GA.

After doing all this, Qu Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief, drowsiness swept over him, and he fell asleep.

At the same time, on the other side of the ocean, this song appeared in the new song release areas of major music software, using the standard Xia language.

Many people who saw the square words murmured in their hearts: "Every year at this time, for the GA Music Awards, several Xia Guo anthems are released, and it seems that this song is no exception."

"F... Is this a newcomer? Confident enough."

Because the melody catches the ear, and the translation with annotations is fluent and clear, some people listened patiently to the beginning, and when they came back to their senses, they pressed the single loop and contributed countless playback times.

"Damn it, who wore this vest?"

"I actually played it for the sixth time!"

"The one in front, I've done it ten times."

Similar words are piled up layer by layer in the comment area, and many people are willing to sell Amway to others enthusiastically.

"Let me tell you, this can be said to be the best Xia Guoge in the past five years, and it's really addictive after listening to it."

"The singing style is full of oriental charm, with ups and downs but it is very comfortable to listen to."

While the number of reviews soared, "Nirvana" was on the new song list, climbing steadily.

Member of the International Recording Society Committee, member Xia Guo, was bored and tired.

There are less than three days until the deadline. The songs in Xia Guo language have been reviewed, and the participation qualifications and participant identities have been confirmed. There have been no new entries for two days.

Instead of feeling happy and at ease, he felt tired and weak.

This year's GA important awards, I am afraid that Xia Guo will miss it again, and the veteran composers and singers who directly emailed him here are as stable as usual.

—Stay on a level where you can’t win prizes.

At this time, a song passed the level of the members and was sent to his mailbox.

Mu Sheng turned it on, sounding bored.

As the opening song sounded, he stood up suddenly from his seat.