The whole atmosphere was like a tsunami. Along with the rhythm of the music, King Lanling threw away the microphone and started dancing solo.
Lifting the hips and touching the ground with the toes are just basic operations. With the coiled kicks, every kick seems to fly into space.
Everyone stood up excitedly and clapped vigorously.
"What a criminal, it hit me!"
"What a nuisance, you arsonist!"
"A person stands in the center of the stage, but he overwhelms the whole world. It's fun to listen to and watch!"
"This song is so nice. There is no reason. The melody is just nice. I don't get tired of listening to it over and over again."
"I declare King Lanling to be my idol!"
"Vote to King Lanling!"
"Vote to King Lanling!!"
"Jimei people, if you don't vote, you are not a Chinese!"
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In the guest seat, Zhang Mianduo was almost dying and his voice was almost hoarse from shouting, but he still raised his hands in brackets and shouted with the audience: "Wuhu! King Lanling! King Lanling! King Lanling——"
Everyone else also stood up and clapped vigorously.
"His movements change the rules of ordinary people. The control of the brain goes in the opposite direction, and the balance and flexibility of the body are no less difficult than a dance as difficult as ballet!"
Min Rui burst into tears and kept praising: "This is not just the greatness of a singer, this is the greatness of an artist."
Song Yun's vision was bright at this moment. She was vaguely aware of the identity of Prince Lanling, but she still couldn't believe it.
The young man who used to be as quiet as a virgin changed so much after putting on the mask, as if his nature was liberated.
She also watched the pilot film.
However, the contrast between King Lanling's performance and that of that person was too great, and he did not think in a specific direction.
Even privately, I complained with my friends that Prince Lanling was too venomous.
But now, looking at the similar body shape and this amazing talent, Song Yun instantly understood in a trance.
It turned out to be him?
For a moment, Song Yun was as excited as if she had won a lottery. She kept waving her hands and feet. She was so happy that she was unlike a normal person. She was emotionally excited, even worse than Zhang Mianduo next to her.
She glanced at Zhang Minghui from time to time. After all, Zhang Minghui was the evaluator sent by Jiangnan Satellite TV to Xiangjiang, so he should have an impression of him.
But Zhang Minghui only focused on applauding and cheering loudly, without any speculation about the trip to Hong Kong.
In fact, it’s no wonder.
The standards of "The King of Masked Singer" cannot be achieved except by the most popular ones, or by the kings and queens.
Zhang Minghui didn't think about it at all.
However, Song Yun's frequent glances back made the excited Zhang Mianduo mistakenly think that Sister Yun was beckoning her to play together.
She has the kind of personality where you go crazy and I go crazy with you. Seeing Sister Yun being so "warmly inviting" and "looking back frequently", she was so excited that she screamed, ran to Sister Yun and started dancing.
Zhang Mianduo was originally from a girl group and has dancing skills. With a few twists and turns, the graceful arcs created by her movements are captivating.
The camera came quickly to capture the scene.
The two beauties danced almost face to face. Driven by the music of "Billie Jean", the rhythm of their bodies was so beautiful that it once attracted the attention of many viewers.
Among all the guests on the guessing team, composer Ruan Xingyun looked the most serious. He kept writing comments in his notebook.
"When real music comes to my heart - maybe it is music from the universe, maybe it is music beyond people's understanding -"
"They have nothing to do with me personally, because I am just a channel."
"For me, music gives itself to me and I express it. This is my only pleasure."
"I'm like an intermediary."
"I was born to find moments like this."
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Finally, when the carnival is over.
The music fades.
Prince Lanling froze his body, his chest heaved, he picked up his hat with a slight gasp, and bowed to the audience to thank them for participating in this carnival.
"King Lanling!"
"King Lanling!" Gu
"King Lanling!"
At this moment, everyone's voices were almost hoarse.
Their eyes filled with tears and their lungs burst with screams. Even until the song ended, they still could not get rid of their enthusiasm.
"What I just saw must be the dance steps of God, absolutely!"
"I must learn this back slide, it's so cool, I'm fascinated!"
"God, King Lanling actually sang an English song. I must tell this news to the people of my country! It is so beautiful, so exciting to the blood in my heart, and most importantly, his dance steps are so awesome, like
It’s an illusion, but it’s so real!”
"But I have to admit, when I entered this song, my whole body was swaying to the rhythm!"
"Yes, yes! I'm shaking! And it's shaking hard!"
"The most perfect song and dance in the world, bar none!"
"I almost called an ambulance just now. The blood in my brain was so hot that I was extremely hypoxic. Fortunately, I gave myself a slap and finally woke up!"
"It's the same as touching the crotch. Why is Prince Lanling so cool and unrestrained? He is destined to become a legend, and I will be looked down upon by you..."
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At this moment, Liao Yuan kept slapping his thighs and smiling from ear to ear.
The various picture feedbacks obtained from the eight monitors formed countless TV pictures in Liao Yuan's mind.
These are all materials! High-quality materials!
Liao Yuan could already imagine how audiences across the country would go crazy when this song and this dance appeared on the TV screen.
He laughed heartily, took off his listening earphones, stood up, and shouted the name of Prince Lanling along with the audience.
Even when Prince Lanling turned around and disappeared from the stage, the audience was still chanting his name.
At this moment, assistant director Shi Zhengyang seemed to have an opening line automatically playing in his mind.
"The legend has officially begun!"
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Host James Chien had to come on stage to maintain order.
At the same time, I felt extremely sorry for the next contestant, Diao Chan.
This player will definitely be eliminated in the first round.
Even God can't stop it.
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Diao Chan stood at the back of the stage, watching the audience shouting Prince Lanling's name, her whole body shaking like chaff.
Zhang Hanlin, who was standing next to him, comforted him: "Calm down and just treat yourself as if you are here for a trip."
Diao Chan almost flew up.
She glared at Zhang Hanlin fiercely, and after the restlessness in the scene completely calmed down, she took a deep breath, pretended to be calm, and walked towards the stage like a fairy dancing.
But inside, it felt like rushing to the execution ground.
The kind of execution ground that even God cannot save.
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auditorium.
After watching the performance of King Lanling, the members of the "Anti-Lan Alliance" were all excited and discussed with each other with flushed faces.
"Jimeis, do we still want to vote for Diao Chan?"
"I won't vote, I won't vote, I will vote for King Lanling! We can't be unconscionable, Jimeis!"
"But, Brother Qingfeng has been eliminated!"
"What does that have to do with our Prince Lanling?"
"It's just that my skills are not as good as others, so keep studying. Does it have anything to do with my husband?"
"After watching Lanling King's performance, I realized that Ruan Qingfeng deserved to lose!"
"In the face of true strength, all opponents are just clouds!"
"Ruan Qingfeng? He's just a scumbag. His skills are not as good as others. Come back and reform!"
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