Everyone was shocked by Zhang Cong's typhoon and the blind youth.
At this moment, one could only see his fierce aura, the perfect curve of his chin under the hat, and his tall and cold nose bridge...
"Similar nightlife and similar drinks
Listening to the same music, getting drunk, and being embarrassed
With the same despair, with the same dreams
Wearing the same clothes, the same empty head."
After the three segments of the rap, the audience was almost suffocated.
Zhang Cong's stage presence was very cool, and his deliberately lowered smokey voice perfectly interpreted the song. He felt that he had been brainwashed by the " almost " part of the song, so shocked that it left an impression that he would never forget.
There was a brief pause in the comments…
"Is this…the same level as before?”
"This is an original? Oh my god, his life is so messy, but he's so cool!”
"The typhoon is too sharp. With this strength, he can totally debut!”
"Compared to Kun Kun's lyrics, I have to say that Zhang Cong's song is so strong!”
“pick! pick! Who said that she had used the back door? This was really well written!”
" Yes, yes, we seem to be living the same life. How old is Zhang Cong? How much pressure must he have to live under to be able to write such lyrics…"
……
"The wind of the day is almost covering my ears
I'm about to send you to the end
Similar singers with similar mistakes
Similar microphones singing similar Hu Long are crying poor
Almost like a pig's head
But I'm just like them.
Lying about the same thing, bluffing about the same thing
Scolding people is almost the same as choking. Otherwise, what do you want?
I'm Mr. Almost, I'm almost born "
At this point, the eyes of all the trainees in the studio began to shine. What was rap? This is rap! What mix of Chinese and English? It seemed too weak now!
Cai Xukun, who had just gotten an A, couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He quickly adjusted his mentality and clapped along with the rhythm to cheer for Zhang Cong.
Meanwhile, Lehua and the others backstage had already covered their mouths, especially Captain Zhu Zhengting. From his expression, it seemed that he was very afraid.
"Why, why do we have to go on stage behind those two monsters?”
"The pressure is so great. Can we go home?”
" We can't. Han Geng and the two instructors on stage are our seniors. We can't embarrass Lehua…"
Under such pressure, Fan Chenchen was even more nervous. Her eyes were no longer just filled with amazement.
However, Zhang Cong continued…
"I sang 88 songs, almost all of them are almost the same
Mr. Almost doesn't care so much
How should we live our days? How about 2018?
I'm Mr. Almost
……”
After the last line, Zhang Cong finally put down the microphone…
The scene was as silent as a cicada in winter!
No one dared to say anything. All the trainees were terrified. It felt like the strongest esper had suddenly appeared in the Golden Division...
In fact, after watching Fang Yan's performance, many people had already thought of retreating. They were even worried about the rating they had chosen. Zhang Cong was only an A, so what gave him the confidence to choose an A?
The bullet comments were filled with " 666 "
Most of them were 'true kings'.
Of course, there were still a lot of people who didn't understand what it meant. They just felt that this continuous rhyme was really cool. Moreover, Zhang Cong's performance was like a rapper, more like a yuppie.
But at this moment, backstage, someone's eyes were wet…
Zhang Xinyu looked at the screen and felt a lump in her throat. She had seen Zhang Cong grow up with her own eyes. Now that Zhang Cong had finally proved himself, she was happier than anyone else.
Although she didn't know where her younger brother got these inspirations from, she couldn't help but want to cry when she saw her younger brother's performance of conquering everyone.
No one knew how much hope she had for Zhang Cong…
"Excellent, excellent!"
Wang Jiaer and Ouyang Jing gave each other a high-five, both of them looking at each other with admiration.
As for Li Ronghao, who was in the middle with his small eyes narrowed, he was also excited and nodded repeatedly.
"Thank you."
Zhang Cong finally took off his hat.
After this performance, his good looks were once again affirmed.
Zhou Jieqiong and Chen Xiao both looked at Zhang Cong with admiration. They felt that if this child put in his heart to create, his potential would definitely be endless.
"I don't think we need to discuss this anymore, right? Why don't we all say Zhang Cong's level evaluation?”
Zhang Yixing looked left and right. Almost at the same time, the five instructors shouted,“A!”
Cheers rang out. Zhang Cong's performance, coupled with the teacher's affirmation, had already caused the scene to boil. Many trainees had even regarded Zhang Cong as their idol.
"Thank you."
After Zhang Cong got the ace, he was not happy. After all, he even brought out a hot dog. It would be embarrassing if he did not get the ace.
"Now, can you tell us why you wrote the song 'Mr. Buduo?”
Zhang Yixin looked at Zhang Cong with interest.
Zhang Cong nodded and said,""The inspiration for this song comes from Mr. Hu Shi's work,'Mr. Buchou'. It can be considered my criticism of modern society and some of my own inner feelings. I hope that everyone will not hold the attitude that everything is just about the same.”
"Not bad, not bad. Born in the year 2000, you have such insights and life experiences. Good luck, please return to your seat.”
Zhang Cong nodded and returned backstage to return the hat to Ding Zeren.
However, the few people from Lehua were already looking at Zhang Cong like monsters.
"Brother, how do you expect us to compete…" Zhu Zhengting smiled bitterly.
Zhang Cong patted his shoulder and smiled."Don't worry, don't feel pressured. You have the strength of an A.”
After saying that, Zhang Cong glanced at Fan Chenchen and found that he was already very nervous. As someone who had experienced the same thing with his sister, Zhang Cong could understand that he was under a lot of pressure at the moment.
Therefore, he smiled at Fan Chenchen and said,""Don't worry, you can do it. Don't feel pressured.”
"Thank you."
Fan Chenchen looked at Zhang Cong gratefully.
Although his sister had won the fight for brother-in-law, the two sides had been entangled endlessly. Even on Weibo, the fans of both sides often had a scolding war.
Each of them represented his sister's face, and he also wanted to fight for it.
Therefore, when Zhang Cong returned to the studio, he began to practice repeatedly...
"Next group, trainees from Lehua Entertainment.”
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