Very soon, Ye Feng slowly understood that he had once again "accidentally" become the focus of the school.
Every school had their own social media platform, which was established by the students themselves. It was something similar to a forum. On this forum, there was a post at the top of the front page about him.
The meaning of the post was very simple. It meant that Ye Feng was going to participate in this competition. Moreover, the words that Ye Feng had said to the teacher that day also appeared in this thread.
Instantly, the students were not convinced. Previously, you were a super rich second-generation heir, so I can't afford to offend you. Now that you've fallen, how can we not afford to offend you?
Because of this, a group of curses appeared in the post.
"Is this trash here to be funny?”
"I didn't want to watch it live, but this time, I'll bring a few friends from my dorm to watch it. Damn it, I'll record the entire process.”
"The problem is, the school actually agreed?”
"Even if our school doesn't have any talents, we don't need this trash to go on stage!”
"That's what rich second-generation heirs are like. They don't have the ability, but they like to act tough!”
Ye Feng casually flipped through a few pages. It could be said that it was basically all scolding comments. None of them were supportive or were peacemakers.
Of course, he didn't argue with them. At this moment, Ye Feng knew everything about himself, let alone the preliminary round of the talent show. Even if he were to really sing well on this stage, he was confident that he could get first place.
Oh no, it should not be confidence, but a hundred percent chance of getting first place.
However, all of this needed to go through a procedure.
The competition was at seven o'clock in the evening. There was a reason why Ye Feng came to school so early.
The songs he sang were all not available in this world. Therefore, he wanted to borrow the school's recording studio to make background music.
Otherwise, when he went on stage, would he sing a cappella?
The school had specialized equipment, which reduced the time needed for Ye Feng to prepare.
The recording studio was for the entire school's teachers and students. As long as they made an appointment in advance, they could use it for free. Of course, the hygiene inside needed to be taken care of personally!
After Ye Feng arrived at the recording studio, there was no one else inside except for the staff and the people who specially looked after the equipment.
He took out his appointment card, filled in his information, and walked into the recording studio.
The song that Ye Feng chose was a very sad love song.
The background music was very important, so he didn't dare to be careless and focused on it.
For the entire morning, Ye Feng spent his time in this place. In the afternoon, he casually dealt with some things in the cafeteria, and then in the afternoon, he stayed in the recording studio.
Fortunately, it was a weekend today, so there were not many people in this place. If it was during class time, he might not have enough time for that teacher or student to come over.
Time ticked by. By the time Ye Feng finished setting the background music, it was already half past five. In other words, there was still an hour and a half before the competition would begin.
Satisfied, he packed up the dishes and thanked her before leaving the recording studio.
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The competition this time was jointly organized by the school and the officials. At that time, the school's principal, vice-principal, party secretary, and a few other officials would be present.
Among them, the most important person was the selection of teachers.
The teachers had sent a team. After all the participating students finished singing, the judges of the program team would discuss in private and finally ask a few people to come over.
According to some sources, there was no under-the-table manipulation in this segment. This time, Sing! was asking for the best of the best. They wanted viewership ratings, not more money.
Among the judges sent, there was one who was responsible for supervising these judges.
It was very simple. Although they did not understand music, they could still tell who was good and who was bad. If the difference between the two was not much, then listen to the judges.
If one of them sang very well and the other sang just so-so. If the judges dared to choose someone who sang average, the person in charge of supervising them would have the right to reject them.
This was because the person in charge of supervising was the production team's assistant director. There was no need for him to take money and engage in under-the-table operations.
As a result, the students were looking forward to it, but at the same time, they were extremely uneasy.
If they succeeded, they would have a chance to participate in the most popular show in China. Even if they did not succeed, they would have a huge impact on their life history.
How could they not be nervous?
When Ye Feng arrived, it was already six o'clock. The preparations for the event were almost complete. The students who were watching the competition would enter the venue at 6:30 pm, while the students who were participating in the competition could enter the venue at 6 pm to prepare.
There was a special resting area at the back of the auditorium. After Ye Feng arrived and verified the information, he directly entered the backstage.
As soon as he entered the backstage, he felt several strange rays of sunlight.
After looking at the students who were participating in the competition, he did not say anything. Instead, he went to an empty seat and waited quietly.
"Look, it's really here!"
"Don't talk nonsense. Focus on the competition!”
"Yes!"
Feng Ye's arrival naturally attracted the attention of all the participants backstage. However, they did not dare to make any small moves. After all, he, Feng Ye, was once a super rich second generation. Although there were people with good family backgrounds among them, they were not even qualified to carry shoes for Feng Ye's glory.
Therefore, although they had many thoughts in their hearts, no one dared to say anything.
(The author would like to solemnly say that there would be no less than five chapters a day.) However, the author's break time was different from everyone else's. I hope all readers can understand that my rest time is from midnight to night, so I usually only wake up at 8 or 9 pm. Therefore, the update will be much slower. I hope everyone can understand!!!）
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