"Jiang Qi, do you know? The competition has just entered the audition stage, but your name has already become popular on the Internet. Now not only college students in Yunhai City are talking about you, but even college students across the country are talking about you! Search "The Most Popular on Campus"
"Strong Sound" keywords, among the three most popular singers, you are Jiang Qi... Tsk tsk, if this continues, even if we don't have to over-promote it, you will already be famous all over the country..."
In the singing practice room, as soon as Jiang Qi walked into the temporarily rented villa after class, she was stopped by the beautiful assistant Zhang Ting.
This woman with a rosy face seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time. When she saw Jiang Qi's figure, she immediately rushed forward with enthusiasm and couldn't wait to report the good news.
"Hot Internet? It's not that exaggerated... If I remember correctly, the first episode of the program we recorded last Friday started to be broadcast on the TV station. Hot Internet? I don't think it's a troll arranged by you entertainment experts.
I’m building momentum, but I don’t think I’m that powerful…”
Jiang Qi shrugged without much expression. Jiang Qi's face looked very calm: "I know my strength well. If I want to be in the limelight at Yunhai University, I believe in it. But if I want to be popular, then..."
"Bah, navy? Are you overthinking it... A kid like you who has never been on a big stage is too lazy to use any navy to build momentum. I swear, this is definitely the most authentic data, don't believe it yourself
look--"
With her long hair swaying, Zhang Ting's pointed chin moved slightly. On one side of her body, she handed an ipd-mini to Jiang Qi. Her white fingers moved a bit, searching for the key words "The Strongest Voice on Campus"
word, indeed the most displayed entries include the name Jiang Qi.
Just open a page, and there are not only many high-definition pictures, but also videos of his performances. If you scroll down, there are thousands of comments below.
"Jiang Qi, I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw you! Visually, you are the strongest one in this year's "The Strongest Voice on Campus"!"
"It's so handsome! When is the next performance, I will definitely go and watch it live!"
"Love you forever! You will become a superstar!"
…
These comments are so funny, there are even a lot of typos, and they look like middle school students.
"Pfft, there's nothing to show off. They're just a bunch of elementary school students... I won't say any more. I'd better seize the time to practice my voice well and wait until I reach the finals. Otherwise, even if I rely on the big tree of Director Feng to win
I won’t have the chance to release an album, I won’t be able to make it to the finals, and I won’t have the shame to stay in the entertainment industry…”
"Well, that's true! I just passed the first round of selection. This is really nothing to be proud of."
Rolling her eyes, Zhang Ting saw that Jiang Qi was not surprised that she had caused such a big stir on the Internet, and she couldn't help being shocked by his ambition: "Okay, you go in and practice, I'll be waiting in the living room
Wait, bring tea and water, etc. If you need anything, just ask me, sister, I will be at your service at any time..."
Covering her mouth and giggling, Zhang Ting put away the tablet and immediately transformed into an extremely obedient servant. She waved her hand with a small apron and smiled sweetly, then went to each room to clean up.
Although Director Feng rented this small villa with a single courtyard for temporary living, he could not stay there even once or twice a week because he was constantly traveling in different cities. Therefore, Zhang Ting was usually the only one here.
Occasionally I accompany Jiang Qi to practice singing here.
In this three-story small foreign-style building, not only are all kinds of entertainment facilities very complete, one of the rooms has even been turned into a professional studio. Only Jiang Qi can enter with permission.
Seeing the assistant minding her own business, Jiang Qi smiled lightly, ignored her, casually threw her schoolbag on the sofa, and quietly walked into the singing room alone.
The list of auditions has come out a few days ago, and there is no problem that I will definitely be shortlisted. The next step is to prepare the repertoire for the finals and participate in the competition for the top spot in the North China Division.
Although there are 14 auditions in total, different competition areas are sometimes held in parallel, so the entire audition takes about two months.
Because she decided to challenge her own originality next time, Jiang Qi has been in this studio, thinking hard about how to create this originality.
In a competition area, only one outstanding player will remain in the end. Currently, there are about 100 people who have passed the selection, and the promotion ratio is 5:1. How can we ensure that we can advance to the next level without losing anything?
Jiang Qi was adjusting her voice in the singing room while thinking about the next stage of the competition.
As the saying goes, "You can win every battle only if you know yourself and the enemy." Although knowing the strength of each opponent will increase the weight of victory, there are too many contestants in the North China audition, and not everyone is even qualified to be a finalist.
Too sure, Jiang Qi can't investigate everyone's background.
"There is no other way. Before we identify our competitors, we can only improve ourselves first..."
With a sigh of relief, Jiang Qi adjusted the equipment and began to integrate the sound quality she had absorbed.
Although he has level 4 singing ability and level 3 musical instrument ability, it is currently a bit difficult to compose a new song by himself.
“What style of song will be most likely to impress the audience next time?”
Jiang Qi had a headache.
Judging from the response on the Internet, a cover of "Love Has to Be" seems to have been recognized by everyone, and has once again proved his strength. However, at the same time, this has also set a high profile for his entry into the entertainment industry.
Since it was so popular from the beginning, every performance in the future can only be better, not even at the same level, otherwise the gap between the audience will definitely worsen sharply.
"Who is knocking on my window, who is playing the strings of the piano, that forgotten time gradually comes back to my heart..."
Closing her eyes, Jiang Qi played up her mood, first singing a short excerpt of "The Forgotten Time" by Tsai Qin, then coughing lightly, tightening her tongue, and then sang a excerpt of "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" by Han Hong.
I have to say that the world of music is really magical. Scale, speaking speed, breathing, emotion, and even mouth shape directly affect the feelings of a song to everyone. The same line, even if sung with different emotions,
They can completely render different realms.
"Sing an old song? "Li Xianglan" like Jacky Cheung?"
"It seems too lyrical, and the student audience doesn't seem to buy it!"
"Singing a popular online song? "Fa Hai You Don't Understand Love" or something like that?"
"It seems too dry. Apart from sensationalism, there is basically no nutrition."
Alas, it’s really hard to choose. I think it’s better to sing a rap song, compose the music and write the lyrics myself, and absorb more American pop elements.
In Jiang Qi's in-depth thinking and exploration, time passed quickly and unknowingly, and it was lunch time.
"Jiang Qi, aren't you tired from singing? Come out and rest for a while. Director Feng just happened to be back and I have something to talk to you about."
With her eyes closed, Jiang Qi was immersed in singing, when she felt the glass door suddenly shake, and Zhang Ting knocked on the door through the glass and called him.
"What? Call me? What's the matter?"
In such a space that filtered out all the noise, Jiang Qi couldn't hear anything said outside. She pointed at the machine and spread her hands, indicating that she was concentrating on studying her voice.
"Uh, I mean, Director Feng is back, let me call you."
One eye was closed in embarrassment, Zhang Ting shrugged helplessly, and could only make gestures according to the shape of her mouth. (To be continued.)
This chapter has been completed!