Netizens couldn't hold back after seeing Wang Wei's Weibo post.
"???You are really a fucking talent!"
"Teacher Wang, don't you usually look down on these so-called entertainment industry people? Why do you have to go to the pole to deliver them!"
"Qi Ji invited you???? That's right?"
"Later, Teacher Wang will tell us carefully about what it feels like to watch Qi Ji sing live!"
Wang Wei listened to the noise in his ears and browsed the comment area.
Regarding the low IQ and quality of netizens, he felt a sense of superiority in his heart.
At this time, Qi Ji stood in front of him.
"Teacher Wang, thank you." Qi Ji stretched out his right hand and showed his white teeth at him.
At this moment, the audience behind Wang Wei screamed like crazy when they saw Qi Ji suddenly appearing under the stage.
"Hello Qi Ji." Wang Wei straightened his body, not wanting to lose his momentum in front of Qi Ji.
But he is not as tall as Qi Ji, so from a distance, he is looking up at Qi Ji hard.
The posture looks quite funny.
"Thank you for inviting me to participate in this live broadcast today. Although, but... I still want to say that I hope you can pay a little attention to your publicity methods when you are in the entertainment industry. Don't touch everything, okay?
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Wang Wei's expression was serious.
He still stuck to his usual ideas.
Qi Ji grinned and said lightly: "Of course I will pay attention. But I will still stick to myself."
After saying this, Qi Ji said hello to several fans who were cheering for him.
This caused the other party to jump excitedly, and then Qi Ji went straight back to the stage.
Wang Wei looked at Qi Ji's leaving figure and spread his hands helplessly.
Today's young people have just become popular and have been praised by fans, and they have already become so inflated that they can't find the north.
Wang Wei wanted to see what kind of tricks Qi Ji could pull off tonight.
The game has officially started.
Tonight's real-time ratings have exceeded 2%.
In this era of rampant streaming media, this data is already considered explosive.
The number of people in the live broadcast room also directly exceeded the 20 million mark.
It can be said that after the previous six rounds of PK, singers from thirteen states all over the world competed on this stage and showed their beautiful style.
This made the audience enjoy watching it.
"Unconsciously, half a year has passed! The national competition schedule is already halfway through. From the current point of view, there is a high probability that the final champion will be among those who are still winning consecutively so far.
Bar!"
"Damn it! Why did our Qingzhou singers fall behind so early!"
"Qi Ji, come on! You are already our only Miao Miao in Luzhou!"
"The people of Yongzhou come to cheer for our son-in-law Qi Ji!"
"Whoever wins tonight, Qi Ji or Zhou Liang, will be one step closer to the final championship!"
"Personally, I am optimistic about Qi Ji! After all, this time, both of us want to sing the Chinese style! In domestic entertainment, who doesn't know that the Chinese style was created by Qi Ji!"
Thirteen states in the world, 52 singers.
At present, there are almost three echelons formed.
The first echelon is the group that Qi Ji and others are competing for the championship with six consecutive victories.
The second tier is the chasing group that currently seems to be two or three points away from the championship group. Although it is lagging behind, it still has hope of competing for the championship.
The third echelon is the bad group that has only scored one or two points so far, or even no points at all, just to look good and get acquainted with the camera.
The current three echelons and the organizing committee of the entire event also allocate opponents to everyone in a tacit understanding.
The strong against the strong, the weak against the weak.
This is the main direction of the second half.
Although it seems to be a drawing of lots, there is always a little bit of behind-the-scenes manipulation.
This tacit understanding has been seen by people across the country.
So much so that people kept joking in the live broadcast room.
"Having Qi Ji and Zhou Liang face off so early is because we don't want one of them to win the championship!"
"You can't say that, our lottery results are absolutely fair, just and open! (Manual dog head)"
"Actually, this is okay, as long as there is no outrageous situation like a singer with six points versus a singer with one or two points. I think it's okay!"
"That's right! Among the 52 singers in the national competition, who is more talented? They are all from each state, and they represent the top level of each state! So, the final champion must be
We must defeat all opponents! So I support what the organizing committee did! Although I have no evidence! (Manual dog head)"
And while netizens were talking a lot, Qi Ji was already standing behind the stage.
Today, he is the first to appear.
at home.
Mu Yunxiu held Qi Youning, and she moved around in Mu Yunxiu's arms.
Mu Yunxiu pinched her ears gently and said in a very soft but majestic voice: "Your dad's performance is about to begin. Watch carefully!"
Qi Youning didn't quite understand what he said.
But I was already frightened by my mother's aura.
He lay obediently in Mu Yunxiu's arms, not daring to move.
On the screen, the host had finished reading the prelude, and the lights in the entire venue turned light blue.
There is a feeling of vast and endless starry sky.
Behind the stage, on the huge screen in the center, an ink painting appeared.
The music started.
Qi Ji, wearing a long white slender ancient costume, walked out slowly.
It's like a handsome young man walking out of the painting.
The subtitles followed.
[Preface to Lanting].
Lyrics and music: Qi Ji.
Singer: Qi Ji.
"Wocao! Qi Ji just came out to start the show?"
"This outfit is so handsome, isn't it?"
"Zhang Xiaofan!!"
"Awesome! You are so handsome that I fainted!"
"Ah ah ah! When will Qi Ji act in a costume drama again? Who can match this look among the current niches!"
Wang Wei gently wiped his glasses, although he was not interested in any historical costume dramas.
But I have to say that Qi Ji's appearance is indeed amazing.
Even he, at this moment, doubted whether Qi Ji was really an ancient person, the kind who came from a long time ago.
Qi Ji stood under the beam and slowly raised the microphone.
[Lanting writes a post, and the calligraphy is like flowing clouds and flowing water]
[The door is pushed open under the moon, and my heart is as careful as your footsteps.]
[Very busy, Millennium Monument is easy to expand]
【But it’s hard to expand your beauty】
Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up!
"Haha! It still smells the same!"
"Hua Guofeng! It has to be Qi Ji!"
"Love it, love it!"
"Qi Ji's Chinese style is really hard to describe!"
The audience has been immersed in the melody of Qi Ji's singing.
Zhou Liang stood directly behind the stage, and Qi Ji's singing sounded very clearly in her ears.
Her expression suddenly changed.
There was a bit of solemnity in his expression.
He is worthy of being the founder of Chinese style... This melody writing is really hard to say!
[It has nothing to do with Fengyue, I am waiting for your reply]
[With a stroke of pen, there are thousands of waves on the shore]
【How to interpret the word love, no matter how you write it down】
[But I only lack the understanding of your life]
On the stage, the lights became gorgeous.
The first chorus is finished.
Beginning to enter the interlude.
The sound of the piano rises melodiously, accompanied by the suona in the bass area to heighten the atmosphere.
On both sides, women in moon-white clothes pulled a long white paper scroll and spread it on the stage.
Qi Ji picked up a huge pen stained with thick black ink and started writing!
The content written is exactly a section of Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface"!
The pen moves like a wandering dragon, between clouds and flowing water.
Qi Ji's pen power penetrates the back of the paper!
Qi Ji's calligraphy was projected directly onto the huge screen by the camera and appeared in front of everyone present.
Appeared in front of the screens of all viewers watching the live broadcast!
Everyone was stunned by this god-like running script!
This...is really calligraphy!
It is really the first running script of the ages mentioned in "Five Thousand Years of China"!
Er.
There seems to be the fragrance of ink lingering here.
In everyone's eyes, there are countless words floating around.
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted loudly.
Immediately, the sound of admiration suddenly erupted like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
"Wocaowocao!! What's going on!!"
"Qi Ji Bye performed calligraphy on the stage?!"
"Oh my god! This scene is really scary!"
"Is this... the first line of writing in the ages!?"
"What else can Qi Ji not do?"
Wang Wei jumped up from his stool the moment Qi Ji started writing.
His eyes almost popped out of his head.
When he accepted Qi Ji's invitation, he thought about many different scenes at this moment in his mind.
But no matter what it was, none of it was as dazzling as the scene that was really happening in front of him at this moment.
As a calligrapher from China, I have been immersed in calligraphy for many years.
He could tell at a glance that Qi Ji's handwriting contained a superb skill.
The most important thing is that he has never seen the font used by Qi Ji.
This...should be what Qi Ji said was the first running script of all time, right?
He...is actually not bragging...
This running script actually exists!
This calligraphy looks so beautiful!
Wang Wei couldn't help but be immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.
His hands could not help but tremble with excitement.
His mind has even begun to imagine how great it will be when his own pen can also come out of this kind of font!
He was too shocked to speak.
I can only use my slightly opened mouth and dilated pupils to express the shock that is sweeping over me from the depths of my heart at this moment.
Qi Ji's calligraphy directly dispelled all the disdain for Qi Ji that had accumulated in his heart half an hour ago.
At this moment, Wang Wei had an idea in his mind.
Qi Ji, the idiot, knows such awesome calligraphy, why didn't he show it off earlier?
It’s really abominable!
The singers who had been watching the real-time broadcast through TV series in the background looked at each other.
"Fuck...this Qi Ji...whoever confronts him will die!"
"Teacher Zhou Liang is going to overturn tonight!"
"Qi Ji is truly a genius!"
"He is no longer just a genius in the Chinese music scene, he is an art master belonging to the entire Chinese country!"
"After tonight, in the next few periods, no one will dare to compete with Qi Ji, right?"
"Teacher Qi Ji's stage is really amazing! The pressure is so intense! I wonder if Teacher Zhou Liang saw it!"
At this moment, Zhou Liang heard the roaring and tsunami-like cheers coming from the other side of the stage.
The brows knitted together slightly.
She couldn't see what Qi Ji was doing on the stage.
So she was a little confused.
Isn’t it the interlude of the song right now?
According to common sense, under normal circumstances, the singer just spends this time on the stage waving his hands and saying hello to the audience.
Why did the audience have such a big reaction at this moment?
And why is this interlude so long?
It's been almost a minute, right?
Mu Yunxiu leaned on the sofa and watched Qi Ji's performance with great enjoyment: "When did you practice this handwriting? I don't even know!"
Qi Youning was stunned. He had a long mouth and didn't blink his eyes.
The real-time barrages have already exploded.
At this moment, the ratings have exceeded three points.
The number of people watching online in the live broadcast room has exceeded the 50 million mark!
"That's so strong! Qi Ji! He can actually write calligraphy!"
"Although I can't understand it! But I'm really shocked!"
"This calligraphy is so awesome! And it's something I've never seen before! Could it be... that Qi Ji created it himself!?"
"God! This is God! There is nothing to say!"
"It can be announced in advance that Qi Ji is the king of singing in China! I really can't imagine anyone else besides Qi Ji!"
Qi Ji finished writing a paragraph and looked slightly calm.
He threw the brush behind him.
A dancer immediately came over to take over.
The whole movement was smooth and natural.
Qi Ji continued to sing.
Soon after the second chorus came.
He... turned on the drama mode!
[It has nothing to do with Fengyue, I am waiting for your reply]
[With a stroke of pen, there are thousands of waves on the shore]
【How to interpret the word love, no matter how you write it down】
[But I only lack the understanding of your life]
Qi Ji's drama reached the cerebral cortex of the audience, stirring everyone's dopamine crazily!
Wonderful!
Stunning!
This is true musical art!
Coupled with top-notch choreography!
Qi Ji's performance tonight was perfect!
"This... is called Hua Guofeng!"
"Teacher Qi Ji, YYDS!"
"When it comes to Hua Guofeng alone, Qi Ji is the only one, and there are three others behind him!"
"In China, if creators don't know how to write Chinese style, then what are they doing?"
Qi Ji's number of votes is growing crazily.
Wait until Qi Ji finishes singing.
His vote count has exceeded the 50 million mark!
This data is horrifying!
The singers backstage couldn't believe their eyes.
Amid the heat wave in the audience, Qi Ji left the stage.
Zhou Liang is ready to appear.
Her first glance fell on Qi Ji's vote count on the big screen in the distance.
My whole heart skipped two beats.
Then she missed her foot, her body went limp, and she fell directly to the side of the stage.