The real young master was forced to debut [entertainment circle]

Lou Tongxuan's gaze swept across the face of Ji Ji's mentor, with playfulness on the corners of his lips: "This year's students are too good, so what should we do?"

One side is the prince, and the other side is the competition system, which makes people distressed.

[Li Shuyin is too strong, in this situation, he can still get three votes from Shang Yan. 】

[It seems that the review this time was very fair, and the instructors did not favor the power of capital. 】

[Not necessarily, maybe Li Shuyin's background is stronger. 】

[Come on, is it so difficult to admit the strength of others? 】

[Is this the rhythm for both of them to stay? 】

[Not necessarily, LS probably won't slap himself in the face, and if he agrees to lose, he will be eliminated, so he won't keep one, unless the competition system is changed. 】

[This time, the crown prince took the initiative to provoke. 】

[Dance and vocal music are all compared, what's next? 】

[I haven't been able to see Li Shuyin dancing ballet, what a pity. 】

[Everyone is injured, and she still dances ballet, is there any humanity! 】

An Ge raised his eyelashes slightly, and fixedly looked at the two people in the center of the stage: "This is your match, what do you think will be the next match?"

Shang Yan touched the headset and glanced at Li Shuyin: "I have already proposed a dance competition. To be fair, the next project is up to him to decide, and I will fully cooperate with him."

Li Shuyin looked back at him, unable to figure out what this young master was thinking. He felt that he was bullying him just now, and now he is going to give way?

Why bother?

Li Shuyin's face was calm and his heart was overwhelmed. Although he had the initiative right now, to be honest, he was at the end of his rope.

Everything he performs now is learned from stealing teachers, such as dancing, singing, and rap, and his memory is not bad.

He can't show everyone on the spot that he can recite a book in half an hour!

No one would watch this kind of show.

He can know a little bit of national standard and Latin, and the injury on his back is not a big deal, but it's a pity that Shang Yan's legs can't stand another dance PK.

Dancing was completely eliminated. After thinking for a long time, he finally returned the decision-making power to Shang Yan: "You are young, you choose, and I will cooperate."

For a while, the audience boiled again.

[Is Li Shuyin so crazy? ! 】

[Sorry, may I ask if this handsome guy has always spoken so wildly? 】

[Shouldn't you choose what you are best at at this time? 】

[Is this the self-confidence from the strong? 】

[You are young, you choose, ah, I feel a little spoiled for some reason! 】

Shang Yan tightened the microphone in his hand, and his ears started to feel hot. It took him a long time to cough twice, and he calmed down his emotions: "Since you have said so, then I will choose first. Can I play the violin?"

There was a great silence in the studio.

As we all know, the violin is the most difficult Western musical instrument to learn, and it is a boy's skill to practice.

It's not good to open your mouth to engage in such a big difficulty...

Li Shuyin glanced at Shang Yan, her phoenix eyes narrowed into a line, and a dangerous light burst out from within.

Don't talk about martial arts~ It was agreed to give him a choice and let him once, and turn around to ask such a difficult question.

Xu Fei sat slumped in the director's seat and was almost desperate. When it was over, he would provoke Shang Yan as soon as he came.

Shang Yan made it clear that he wanted to suppress Li Shuyin.

Others don't know, but Xu Fei knows that Shang Yan's sixth uncle, Shang Jingluo, is an internationally renowned violinist. Shang Yan started practicing violin at the age of five, and it was taught by that uncle.

Although he is not the main player in this field and cannot be compared with professional players, his strength can still beat many amateur players.

With Li Shuyin's background, how could he have learned these things? He passed a test relying on his own memory and super imitation ability, but he was not prepared for the rest.

Shang Yan looked at his expression carefully and waited for his answer. Seeing that he was stunned, he asked again: "Will you? No, we can..."

"A little bit." He hasn't touched the piano for a long time, and the piano is too extravagant for him.

However, not touching for a long time does not mean that he will not.

After a while, the staff brought two white electronic pianos: "There is no violin at the scene, can the electronic violin borrowed from next door be okay?"

"I'm OK, how about you?" Shang Yan took a piano, threw off the string, sat on the high chair, and tried out the tone.

"OK." The piano is ready, what else can I do?

Li Shuyin also stretched out his hand slowly, his light pupils shone with light, and when he picked up the piano, the fingers hidden under the fingerboard were trembling, and there was an indescribable throbbing in his heart.

"What song did you choose?" Shang Yan turned his head and asked him, but his eyes accidentally touched his trembling fingertips.

At that moment, Shang Yan had an urge to snatch the Qin away.

No, such a piano is not good enough for his brother.

Li Shuyin didn't answer, but just looked down at the body of the piano, her five fingers tightened and clasped tightly on the fingerboard.

The palm of the hand holding the bow began to sweat. He hadn't touched an instrument for many years.

He adjusted the strings, put his hand on the bow and tested the tone, and the sound of "piercing" was like a magic sound piercing his ears.

Everyone at the scene couldn't help covering their ears.

【Huh... Could it be? This sound is similar to when I was learning the piano in the second grade of elementary school. 】

[Everyone has said that only a little bit. 】

[Don't have too much hope, to be honest, I have never heard that Shang Yan can play the violin. 】

[This is why you are ignorant, Shang Yan's sixth uncle is an internationally renowned violinist, how could he have been influenced by art since he was a child. 】

[What else do they not know? 】

Li Shuyin pressed the strings with his fingertips, and the memories of the past overwhelmingly crushed him, suffocating him.

There seemed to be blood all over the ground in front of his eyes, and the art hall was as bright as day, with crystal lights falling from the top of his head.

A crowd of people rushed past him, countless corpses fell to the ground, and the smashed violin panel was stained with blood that would never be erased.

His eyes were in a trance for a while, and the light dazzled him.

He felt like he was going to faint on the stage in the next second.

"Li Shuyin!"

"A Yin!"

"A Yin!"

"..."

"Li Shuyin!"

A harsh sound came to him, and a hand on his arm shook him awake.

The violin in his hand has been snatched away, and there are dizzying lights above his head.

In front of him was Shang Yan's magnified face, cut into pieces by the light.

Shang Yan: "What's wrong with you?"

Li Shuyin shook her head, and twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment: "Sorry, a little hypoglycemia."

He shook his head to wake himself up, and reached for the stolen piano, but Shang Yan raised the piano in his hand: "No more, go to the hospital first."

"No need." Li Shuyin's face turned cold, she grabbed Qin and walked back to her place.

Shang Yan's thick black eyes were deep, and he lowered his voice to look at Qing Leng in the audience: "Go get my piano, if you want to compare it, you should compare it."

After a while, Qing Leng brought a new violin. The violin is a beautiful red maple color, a famous violin made in Italy, and the color and smoothness of the panel are written with the taste of life coins.

Even people who don't know the piano can tell the good from the bad at a glance.

"To Li Shuyin." He turned his head, and Qing Leng walked towards Li Shuyin holding the piano case with a little surprise.

Under the stage, Huang Zihan bumped into Ling Jinbai again gossipingly: "What happened backstage just now? Shang Yan actually gave away the piano. That piano was not a birthday present from his father. It has always been very precious." ?"

"I accidentally touched it last time, and my trumpet almost died on the spot." Mucheng was horrified when she thought about the scene where Shang Yan almost dropped his trumpet.

For most music students, musical instruments are like the existence of boyfriend and girlfriend, and cannot be borrowed.

What's more, treat it as a part of your own body and not allow outsiders to touch it.

Especially for a clean freak like Shang Yan, it's hard to imagine that he would take the initiative to borrow it.

Ling Jinbai spread his hands: "I want to know too."

He also put away the clothes that everyone had worn in sealed bags, and he did it as carefully as he packed a murder scene.

Li Shuyin looked at the piano cover opened in front of him, and instead of taking the piano, he walked towards the center of the stage with the electronic violin in his hand: "Let's start!"

"The track I bring to you is "Galway Girl"."

As the lights gradually dimmed, Li Shuyin took a deep breath, adjusted his posture and began to play.

As soon as the tune started, the brisk and familiar Irish ditty came to my ears.

Different from the previous love songs, this song is melodious and cheerful.

Li Shuyin's body bowed slightly, his slender fingers kneaded on the strings, the bow swung up and down, and the double overtones and continuous bows were skillfully switched back and forth.

The action of drawing the bow is fast and precise, and the cheerful tone seems to bring people into the Irish prairie.

Soon after, the style of painting changed, and he seemed to be seen dancing with an Irish girl on the dance floor.

Shang Yan looked at the shining person in the center of the stage, and his gaze was firmly caught by him.

Shaking with the rhythm of the piano, he sat on the chair, tapped his toes to follow the rhythm, and whistled to join in after a while.

The sound of the whistle and the sound of the piano are integrated, adding a touch of ethereal lightness.

After a while, the whistle sounded, Shang Yan tapped the edge of the stool with his fingers, and he threw the violin aside.

Li Shuyin's fingertips danced for a long distance on the fingerboard, and the sound of the piano was public, full of passion and enthusiasm.

Full of love poured out from that piano, it seemed that the whole body was emitting light.

Li Shuyin finished the content of a section, took the piano bow as a drumstick, struck the body of the piano and handed over the stage to Shang Yan.

Shang Yan immediately understood his intention, picked up the qin and put it against his neck, raised his bow, and joined in the performance.

The crunch of the electric violin and the low alcohol of the xylophone.

One is sharp and warm, and the other is long and elegant.

One high and one low cooperate very tacitly.

The last bass, Shang Yan, held down the bow and finished leisurely.

The end sound fell, and there was roaring applause at the scene.

[Is this called just a little bit? 】

[This is the foundation of the concert, right? 】

【Prove once again that I came to the world to make up the numbers. 】

【Mom, I want to go home, but I feel unworthy to debut. 】

The two stepped forward to take a bow.

Lou Tongxuan raised Fu Jing's dropped jaw to the camera, and the effect of the show was full: "One word, perfect! I have nothing to say."

There was also a gratified smile on the corner of Gu Naiyang's lips: "Your violin performance is better than your singing, and your emotional control is also in place."

Xu Fei was also shocked: Li Shuyin is really a treasure boy.

The mentor platform voted again, and the result was still three to three.

Several mentors encountered difficulties again, Wen Ti suddenly stood up and looked at the students: "We vote again, and the result may still be the same. Since this is the case, it is better to give the right to choose to 101 students."

"Now, I will give you a chance to influence other people's lives."

The trainees seemed to have been pumped with blood, and their blood was boiling.

Unexpectedly, as the elected people, they also have the right to vote.

It's cool to think about it!

A voting device was distributed to 101 students, including Shang Yan who also got one.

He is also entitled to vote for himself.

[Ah, it's so difficult, which one to vote for, I really like both. 】

[It must be Shang Yan!Decathlon! 】

[Brother Touyin, we who have no background can rely on him to lead us to turn around. 】

【What you said makes sense】

【But will you offend Shang Yan? He has a very bad temper. 】

[Anonymous voting, what are you afraid of, whoever you want to vote for. 】

"This is the first time this kind of scene has happened, and one of my mentors has also started to get excited." Wei Zhe smiled, looked at the green faces and sighed quietly, "It's nice to be young."

The big screen on the stage lit up, and the numbers on the red and blue sides kept beating.

Red represents Shang Yan, and blue represents Li Shuyin.

The progress bars seemed to be racing each other, and Li Shuyin's face was also stained with a trace of tension.

Obviously his goal is not to make a debut, but his heart is still beating rapidly.

About this is the stage, this is the charm of the game.

The excitement brought by competition is like the unopened card on the gambling table, which always affects people's hearts.

No one knows what the result will be.

The speed of voting slowly slowed down, and the number stopped at 50 to 50. Everyone waited with bated breath for the last vote.

However, after staring at it for half a minute, the number of votes remained unchanged.

"Who else hasn't voted? This vote is very important." An Ge turned to look at the trainees, and the trainees also looked at each other's votes.

[Have you voted yet? 】

[I voted. 】

【I do not believe! 】

[I really voted, I voted for Li Shuyin. 】

[I also voted, I voted for Shang Yan. 】

At this moment, Shang Yan raised the voting device in his hand: "I didn't vote."

[Fuck, that's over, brother Yin is out of play. 】

[This evil capitalism. 】

Everyone had given up hope, and under the eyes of everyone, Shang Yan pressed the voting device.

The progress bar on the screen suddenly jumped, and the long blue bar rushed forward, and the number of votes for Li Shuyin changed from 50 to 51.

[Wow, is Shang Yan crazy? 】

[Is this the heartfelt sympathy of the strong? 】

"Li Shuyin, I am convinced that I lost to you." Shang Yan walked up to him on one foot, supported him and patted his shoulder, "Come on!"

Li Shuyin stared at him leisurely, lowered his voice and asked, "Why did you vote for me?"

"Because... I want to put you on the throne with my own hands."

The author has something to say:

Brother Yan: The C position belongs to you, and you belong to me