Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

He secretly wanted to trip someone up and send him out, but when he wanted to leave without delay, Director Zhang frowned and was not happy.

Those who come to participate in the talent show, even if they know that they may lose in the end, insist on going through the process and attract as many fans as possible, so as to plan for the future.

Fang Qingzhuo's downplaying attitude is clearly due to his contempt for variety shows.

Director Zhang sat on the black leather chair, neither saying yes nor no, lowering his head in thought.

Qu Yang stood two meters away from the desk, his clear eyes were cold, looking down on him from above.

The hands of the wall clock were ticking, and the time was approaching eight o'clock in the evening. Director Zhang lighted a cigarette with a sullen face, and held it to his lips to take a puff while dissuading him, pretending.

"The limelight of the hot search is about to pass. There are many fans of yours who came to the scene. You were willing to let them come all the way, but they came to nothing?"

Hearing this, Qu Yang smiled.

Not in vain, the program group denied the contract, leaving only a personal show for Qu Yang to perform, the singer sat on the bench behind the stage, and the fans were waiting eagerly.It doesn't make any difference whether you stay or not.

"I didn't expect Director Zhang to be so considerate of fans." Qu Yang took a few steps forward, leaned over the table, leaned over Zhang Qiong, whose body froze and his pupils trembled, and laughed:

"Then why do you still risk being exposed and manipulate votes?"

He did hear it.

The smoke at her fingertips was half burned, Zhang Qiong calmed down, moved into the armchair, and dusted off the cigarette ash.

"Why, don't you like it? If you don't like it, you can talk about it everywhere, buy the drafts of the navy, buy hot searches, or even sue me. Who do you think will believe your reputation?"

"I can tell you clearly that every variety show is like this. If you make me anxious, it won't do me any good. Xia Guo doesn't have ticket control laws."

Zhang Qiongyue said that the more confident he was, Fang Qingzhuo was poor and had no background, and others stepped on others - isn't this the case in this circle?He stepped on this kind of person a lot.

"I don't know any rules. No wonder I have good strength. After so many years, I still look like a ghost."

The dog in the collar is smug, instinctively guarding the source of the bone.

Zhang Qiong's words were straightforward and mean, Qu Yang was not angry, he took the half-burned cigarette slowly, loosened his fingers, and threw it into the ashtray with precision.

Zhang Qiong was caught off guard by contemptuously snatching the cigarette in his hand, a burst of anger shot up, his eyes pierced Qu Yang, but he shuddered at the next words of the other party.

"That's right," Qu Yang said slowly, with a cool tone, "Variety shows are a profitable place for everyone, and so are casinos. Those who spend thousands of dollars will have their little fingers chopped off. Tickets are controlled behind this... Director Zhang, what do you think?" What will happen?"

The cold sweat on Zhang Qiong's back soaked the shirt, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

At this time, the voice of the host reading the opening speech came from outside, and the applause of fans passed through the door panel and spread to the room.

Zhang Qiongcai seemed to be dragged back to the world from the cold Abi.

"It seems that you don't understand the rules, and you don't know the importance." The young man straightened up, with a smile on his face, as if he was not the one who said those words just now, and looked down at the silent middle-aged man, "Approve leave. "

Three minutes later, Qu Yang walked out of the door without looking back.

The performance of the singing group has been going on for a while, with three to four minutes of songs one after another. In order to maintain fluency and mobilize the atmosphere, there is no host warm-up delay in the middle, and the process goes very quickly.

Qu Yang was the fourth one, walked among several vocalists who were familiar with the song, and happened to be Han Qisheng in front of him.

The person standing in front felt someone coming behind him, stood still, and his back muscles seemed to be frozen.

Han Qisheng took a deep breath, turned his head, and glanced behind him from the corner of his eye. The young man was looking down at his ears, and he was keenly aware of something. His eyelids were raised and his black eyes looked straight.

"Where did you get the treatment? The leg healed so fast." Qu Yang asked with a relaxed tone of chat.

After a hundred days of injury, Han Qisheng's leg miraculously healed, but he just covered it up in a wheelchair in consideration of the outside world.

Han Qisheng's expression was frozen, and he sat upright, looking ahead and pretending not to hear.

Fortunately, at this time, the last contestant's performance came to an end, and Han Qisheng quickly pushed the wheelchair forward.

Footsteps and a familiar voice came from behind: "You have limited mobility, do you need help?"

The colored lights dimmed, and the dim light came down. Han Qisheng shuddered and accelerated the speed of the wheelchair, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

That man is more terrifying than an evil ghost. Once he is caught up, his leg will probably be broken again.

This short passage suddenly became extremely lengthy, and the sound of footsteps behind him entered his ears regularly, as if it had been a long time before Han Qisheng arrived on the stage.

But for some reason, his eyelids twitched wildly, and his heart panicked.

Qu Yang stood sideways against the wall at the entrance of the passage, and had a panoramic view of the scene above and below the stage.

As soon as Han Qisheng's superior and handsome face appeared, warm cheers suddenly sounded, and the aids shone with various lights, shaking in the crowded sea of ​​people.

Qu Yang also wanted to go down and hold up a sign, which was radiant and could blind people's eyes, with the four characters of "Body disabled and strong mind" written on it.

Han Qisheng is indeed Cao's "handicapped, determined idol, dedicated and beloved fan, going to battle with injuries", a few emotional fans cried with distress, covering their mouths and sobbing.

Even people who had no feelings for Han Qisheng couldn't help being moved when they saw him appearing pale and fragile in a wheelchair.

The subtitles of the song sung appeared in the lower left corner of the big screen, and it was "Nirvana" that swept the charts of all major music software.

"The male god sings the song of God! The two chefs are ecstatic!"

Before the song started, the response was overwhelming, and Han Qisheng couldn't help smiling.

Then the accompaniment began to sound, and the beginning was a bit out of place, a little higher than the gloomy and low tone of the original song.

Qu Yang's expression turned cold.

His song has been adapted beyond recognition. A song with a wide range and emotional span, which is enough to stimulate people's souls, has been abruptly changed into an Internet celebrity song sung from beginning to end in a flat alto.

Han Qisheng suppressed his voice, recalling in his mind the astonishment of the original singer when he opened his mouth, forcing the so-called bubble sound of Su Yin. The flat and tasteless singing voice was barely acceptable at first, but it soon made people enter the left ear and exit the right ear, revealing the original.

Han Qisheng has always been in business like this.

Some female fans are shy in front of that beautiful face. Those who have a superficial understanding of music unconsciously become fascinated, while those who know how to do it feel extremely tormented. Live broadcast small Internet celebrities with thousands of fans can sing better than this, and they are not Knowing where Han Qisheng has improved in the past eight years.

On the stage, Han Qisheng sang passionately, his words were a little unclear.

The original singer behind him raised his hand to put on the earphones, his expression was calm, but there was a sense of danger.

Qu Yang never imagined that his own song could be changed into a mess, and sung into such a shitty manner.

This is obviously leaving the lyrics, changing the tune into the form of an online saliva song, and adding an imbecile who is not as good as a third-rate singer, creating a professional assembly line bad song singing.

In a shameless and brainless way, rub his heat.

When the song came to an end, Han Qisheng's Yan fans held up their support signs and cheered loudly.

"Han Qisheng yyds!"

"I feel that this new style is not worse than the original song!"

"??? No, don't open your eyes and talk nonsense."

Han Qisheng walked backstage, his eyelids twitched even faster, and hurriedly walked towards the aisle, vigilantly noticing that when he passed by Qu Yang, the other party's expression was particularly intriguing.

Qu Yang stood on the stage with a microphone in his hand, and smiled towards the audience, his fans waved enthusiastically.

"The promised new song!"

"Woo, wash your ears, wash your ears."

Subtitles for the song's information appear on the screen, echoing the fans' chants.

Song: "Access"

The columns of lyrics, composition, original singing, and singing are all the same name, arranged in a shocking manner, and the exclamation off the stage is one after another.

The young man with a somewhat weird appearance began to sing along with the sounding accompaniment, and the strange tune blended with the novel singing method.

The accompaniment is eerie and hazy, making it hard to know where it will go in the next second, but the lyrics make people clear the fog, and it is instantly introduced to medieval Europe.

They looked up to the stage again, and the young man in gray and white clothes, shabby and faded, walked from one stage to the other in a hurry.

Combined with the background of the lyrics, it can be clearly seen from the clothes and actions that this is a poor man struggling in the chaos of war. He and the masses revolted and fought for their rights.

As the situation gets better, the eerie tune also gets higher, and an obvious shift indicates that it is about to enter the chorus.

The audience held their breath, not wanting to miss a syllable.

The lights were bright, and the young people who succeeded in the uprising stopped, their gentle and clear faces were stained with wantonness and sarcasm.

He held the microphone high on his lips, his eyes were concentrated on one point, his eyes were dazzling and compelling.

"Fools look wild

The one and only king ascends the throne

They put silver chains on him"

The wolf finally showed its sharp claws, and the calm sea suddenly set off a monstrous tsunami.

The core of the song was revealed, like a sharp sword, piercing into everyone's heart, while bleeding, the current flowed from the numb scalp to the whole body.

What is this song about?

No one can speak clearly, yet understand everything tacitly.

They stared blankly at the young man on the stage closing his movements neatly, took a last look, and then stepped off the stage leisurely with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, just like the poor people watching in the song.

The figure disappeared into the passage, and the audience felt lost and relieved.

At the end of the song, my heart was full of suppressed emotions, and it was almost about to burst. I really couldn't stand any more troubles.

The shame and shock of being seen through, as well as the sense of surrender, are about to overflow, as if that person is the real uncrowned king.

Human nature is complicated, and after recovering from it, the audience looked forward to the next meeting with the youth after watching the next few vocal performances.

After the singing group performed, the dance group came on stage.

After all individual performances, the host announces the start of the voting channel.

At this time, the final ranking and number of votes could not be seen, so they had to vote blindly. However, on the computer in the background, Zhang Qiong saw that Qu Yang's votes had jumped from No.14 to No. [-] to No. [-] and No. [-] at an incredible speed...

Breaking down in cold sweat, Zhang Qiong hissed and shouted: "Haven't you got in touch yet? Didn't I say, let you stop him!"

"Quick, let Fang Qingzhuo come back as soon as possible before forming a group."

outside.

Singing group performances, dance group performances, guest performances, host ticket reporting, theme song performances... A group testimonial is published.

The audience looked at the stage eagerly, only to find that the young man never appeared again, as if he had disappeared.

The host smiled and said, "The one with the most votes is an all-around player. He is handsome and has a high fan stickiness. No matter what setbacks he encounters, he will try his best to overcome them and insist on impressing fans with his shining personality... He is Han Qisheng! We applaud and welcome Han Qisheng to make a group speech!"

"Thanks to everyone's support, I have been able to go all the way to today and stand in this position. I have always remembered your kindness to me. In the past eight years, no matter how tired I am, I will cultivate and improve my singing and dancing standards. I will not forget to give The original intention of your more exciting stage presentation..."

Han Qisheng's voice was choked up on stage, but the audience had no time to listen to what he had to say. They looked left and right and couldn't find anyone, and they all started to get restless.

"Where is the person? Why is Fang Qingzhuo missing?"

"Where did you hide the person?"

"Without Ah Zhuo, I really don't want to watch it anymore."

"Damn it!" Someone suddenly swears, "You all watch vb!"

The audience didn't know where to start, and then opened their eyes wide.

Hot search No. [-]: #打篇之王严客#

At the same time, a hot search was firmly attached to the end.

#GA Music Awards Annual Song Nomination#