The large hall was spacious and bright.
At 9 am sharp, the eight young singers, including Lu Ze, all entered the venue.
While waiting, almost everyone sized up Lu Ze for a long time.
There was confusion and surprise in his complicated eyes.
Of course, there was also a hint of admiration and curiosity.
In the past two days of training, Lu Ze had only appeared twice.
The first time was on the morning of the first day of training.
He came to the meeting room and asked for a list of everyone's cell phone numbers.
He didn't stay for long before leaving.
As for why he wanted this list, many people understood that Lu Ze wanted to befriend them. They were even a little excited for a few seconds.
However, the truth was that for the next two days, every morning at 6:30 am.
All their energy would be stolen by an unknown "black hand".
Of course, no one realized that this 'black hand' belonged to Lu Ze.
After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, she was a " genius singer " who could endure loneliness and write songs all night.
How could he do such a boring and childish thing?
The second time was during a tea break.
He had specially come to feast.
The fishing gear on his back was naturally misunderstood as a musical instrument again.
In just two days, Lu Ze had become the most 'mysterious' existence among the eight young singers!
Everyone else was training, but he did not participate. It was most likely because these advanced theories and techniques were no longer needed!
Everyone else was communicating, but he did not participate. It was probably because all geniuses wanted to be independent!
Harmony?
Among the eight young singers present, almost no one remembered that he was also a background singer.
She felt that competing with a talented and hardworking 'monster' like Lu Ze was too stressful!
Of course, Lu Ze didn't know about this.
This was the first time he had walked into this " Creation Exhibition Hall ", and he was looking around curiously.
The structure of the hall was simple. It was basically made up of three areas.
At the front was a wide stage, which seemed to be prepared for the performance.
On the left and right sides of the stage were eight temporary soundproof rooms.
The names of the contestants were pasted on the door of the room.
here. It should be the so-called creative room.
The third area was behind them.
It was covered by a green curtain.
From the looks of it, it looked like a work area where the organizers organized and controlled the scene.
9:10 pm.
A deep voice entered Lu Ze's ears.
"Hello, young talents from the art troupe! I'm Xu Chu, the person in charge of the cultural and entertainment department of the nine provinces 'propaganda department.”
"He's also the organizer of the eight regiments 'field trip!”
"Today, we will welcome our first creation performance!”
"Let's cut the crap. Everyone's time is precious.”
"Next, I will announce the requirements and rules!”
"Before 8 o'clock tonight, everyone needs to complete a song in the composition room!”
"The draw will be held at 8 o'clock sharp!"
"During the process, you are not allowed to use any electronic communication devices to contact the outside world!”
"The above rules were formulated to ensure absolute fairness. I hope everyone can understand!”
Understand?
How am I supposed to understand?
Lu Ze didn't feel good.
When he first heard that they would be sealed for nearly twelve hours, he was already very unhappy.
But what was even more outrageous was that they actually didn't allow him to use his phone!!
To think that he had brought two power banks as backup!
An evil fire rose in his heart.
As he cursed silently, the other party spoke again.
"Next, please listen carefully!”
"The theme of the first stage is the perseverance of ordinary people!”
"There are no restrictions on the background and the style of the song!”
"Everyone, please enter the creative room in ten minutes and start the creation of this segment!”
As soon as he finished speaking, some of the singers looked at each other.
The emotions in his eyes were more or less surprised.
Are you sure this is a field trip for the eight regiments?
Wasn't this year's first round of questions a little too simple?
Especially compared to two years ago, the difficulty level had been reduced by two or three levels.
This proposition was very inclusive.
For professional singers like them, creating a song that suited it was a very difficult task.
It was not difficult at all!
The atmosphere in the hall visibly relaxed.
12 hours. He had to polish it well.
Not necessarily. Can't you make a good song?
They didn't waste much time. As they thought of the melody in their minds, they walked to the composition room with their name tags.
The ten-minute break was completely ignored by them.
What a joke. Who would have the time to rest in such an intense competition?
Lu Ze calmly followed their footsteps and walked towards his own creation room.
However, when he pushed open the tightly shut door.
After looking out the window, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
He hesitated for two seconds, then quickly ran to the dormitory outside the hall.
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What was he doing?
The staff members at the scene looked at each other, not knowing what this " mysterious genius " wanted to do.
Seven to eight minutes later.
The panting Lu Ze finally appeared in their line of sight.
He had a black violin case on him and a large handbag in his hand.
Oh, so he was going to get his instrument.
Everyone instantly understood and nodded in approval.
He was indeed a person who was passionate about music.
The instrument never left his body, just like the gun never left his hand.
Such a person deserved to be praised and respected by everyone!
9:30 pm.
The extreme creation officially began!
The moment the doors of the eight creative studios closed, the eight monitors hidden behind the green curtains also started working simultaneously.
The person in charge of the scene sat respectfully at the side.
On the seat that should have belonged to him.
Shockingly…
It was Wang Jin, whose arm was in a cast!
At this moment, he was the same as everyone else around him. They all looked at the row of screens.
Tan Weiwei, who was in Room 1, began to adjust the recording equipment.
Zhou Shen, who was in room two, put on his headphones and began to think of a melody.
Room 3…
They continued watching.
Until the image of Room 6 appeared clearly.
Everyone was stunned!
They couldn't believe what they were seeing and rubbed their eyes.
However, after blinking a few times, the image on the screen still did not change.
What kind of f * cking joke was this…
Are you kidding me? How did this happen?
Similar voices quickly spread in his heart.
The reason why they had such thoughts was because they saw it.
Lu Ze was in room 6.
He opened his black case.
Then…He took out a slender fishing rod.
After some simple assembly, he moved a stool and sat leisurely in front of the French window.
After pulling the fishing line on the fishing rod with force.
With a whoosh, it was thrown into the big lake next to the window.
Then, he crossed his legs.
She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Waiting for the fish to take the bait!
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