The stage was quiet, and the slow and dull background music created a tense and repressive atmosphere. The number of votes on the big screen behind me was catching up with each other.
However, the number of votes of those ordinary people's teams grew quickly and they were unable to follow up, but they were not surprised. After all, they had been prepared and just smiled helplessly.
At this time, the votes of Jiang Li, eg, wh and Diandian teams were still racing along, and the votes of Jiang Li's team were very tight.
Different from the difficult acrobatic songs of "The Left Hand Points to the Moon" before, this time "Awesome Young Men" and "Mercury" are both songs with high popularity, and "tap water" has played a great role. They like these good songs very much, and naturally they are not willing to be buried, so the publicity effect even exceeds that of the company's water army behind the eg men's group.
The growth rate of votes of Jiang Li's team has reached a higher level. On the contrary, the other three teams have shown a slight decline.
"10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1, good. Let's congratulate Jiang Li's team on winning the championship again! The eg team and the wh team won the second and third place respectively! Diandian team successfully reached the finals! The rest of the players are sorry that you stopped here. "
"But it doesn't matter. This is just the beginning of your dream. Please continue to cheer on. Let's give them congratulations and encouraging applause!"
The two hosts announced the results of the game and gave applause to the crowd, which was followed by thunderous applause off the court.
The eg five were relieved, and then applauded while comforting themselves.
Not expected, not expected
At this time, Shen Ling jumped up from the sofa when she heard the result of the game in the hotel room.
"Yes!! You deserve to be your younger brother! You deserve to be your teacher! You deserve to be......"
Who Shen Ling likes.
As far away as Shishi, there are also some people who care about him at all times.
The dormitory of girls in Deyu Middle School is quite noisy.
"Oh, oh!! Xiaoyu, your brother is so handsome and powerful! The road has turned to iron powder!"
"Aren't you Zheng Xinhui's loyal fan? You should be firm! We 'Li Xingren' don't accept capitulators!"
"Hey hey, why don't you quarrel? Xiaoyu, do you want my sister-in-law? What do you think of me?"
Faced with the shining eyes of her friends, the originally smiling Muyu was like a rabbit robbed of a radish. Suddenly, she gave a cold, expressionless smile.
"You? Hum, I think you are dreaming of marrying the groom in the middle of the night - that's a beautiful idea!"
Let me show you my radish. That's OK, but do you want to eat it?
Daba! over my dead body!
"Ouch, Xiaoyu, you should not be the elder brother. Ha ha ha."
"Ha ha ha, Xiao Yu has always been attached to her. No wonder she doesn't give lip service to those boys."
"That's for sure. If I have such a good brother, I can't see those crooked melons and cracked dates at work."
"You little wave hooves, let you talk nonsense and see me tear your mouth!"
Muyu was angry and ashamed when she was teased by her roommates. She was red faced and slapped with several people. It was a beautiful young girl.
Sitting cross legged on the upper bunk, Tong Ning looked at the noisy and confused women below with a blank expression, and a faint light flashed in her eyes, like a little hamster seeing delicious food.
Xiaoyu, I also want to eat your radish
When the picture turned back to the live broadcast, Jiang Li's eyes were a bit erratic, and the scene in front of him reminded him of his previous life.
A little man in the lining sat on a big wooden chair, facing the purple red kite, flipping his hands up and down, playing and complaining with a sad face.
At that time, the happiest thing was to feel my progress little by little. I played one moving note after another with my hands, and felt that those notes were like butterflies flying around in front of me.
At that time, the idea was really naive and easy to satisfy.
Just because he was teased by Mr. Deng that playing the zither was like playing cotton, he kept it in mind all the time. Later, when he practiced more, he ran to tell his master.
"I play the piano much better. It's not cotton anymore."
I gradually found that I could understand the melody of the tune, where to draw strokes, up and down, where to pop feelings and stories. At this time, the zither was no longer just a voice tool, but a medium to convey his feelings.
Now that he has grown up, he will not be complacent because of any progress, because he knows that he is far from it.
He just wants to stand on a larger stage and bring the music and beauty that belong to China alone to more people, so that more people can understand this ancient country with connotation and details, and let all those who say that the national style is not good close their mouths.
With a slightly sincere smile, the host reached out to several people and said:
"As champions, Jiang Li has the right to choose instructors first. Please tell me your choice."
Hearing this, Jiang Xiao, Zhao Tianming and Qiu Qiao all looked at Jiang Li and nodded at him.
Although he knew it was unlikely, Li Feng still leaned forward, his eyes were like a muscle twitch, and glared wildly at Jiang Li.
Shao Sui and Xu Xin look indifferent, and they can't even think of their turn, while Zhang Yi sits on the fishing platform, holding his cheeks leisurely.
I'm joking. My junior brother knows very well. He only needs a teacher who doesn't drag his feet. If he doesn't choose him, he will roast all four chairs.
Jiang Li turned his eyes and smiled with some bad taste, deliberately stretching his voice and saying:
"Hmm, Mr. Li Feng..."
Hearing his name, Li Feng was about to jump up and whimper, then heard the next sentence.
"Although, I'm sorry, we chose Mr. Zhang Yi!"
As expected, he did not disappoint Senior Brother Zhang Yi. Li Feng's smiling face froze on his face.
Li Feng: "..."
Although what, but what, say it out, I really thank you.
He slumped on the chair decadently, like a salted fish losing his dream, and Zhang Yi hurriedly opened his mouth to repair his knife:
"Ha ha ha, I'm really ashamed. I didn't want to rob... admit it, Brother Li."
The original slightly pessimistic atmosphere on the stage dissipated a few minutes after a beating, and the host calmly took over the conversation.
"Then this program is over. The final of the third season of the Voice of the Chinese Dream on October 3 is waiting for everyone here. See you later. Goodbye!"
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"What? The data measured last time was inaccurate? Ning Yi, you..."
The corners of Jiang Li's mouth twitched, and he wanted to stop talking.
It is two days since the end of the second round of the competition, and he rarely has a leisure time. When he has nothing to do, he will post with his schoolmates, flirt with his friends, write lyrics and compose music, and chat with Xiaoyu on the phone.
I live a happy life like an immortal.
But obviously, God can't see it.
"Yes, I suddenly found that the data should be accurate to two decimal places. I can only ask you to come back tomorrow."
Please forgive me