Chapter 12

Lengba couldn't help but cry out, and finally waited! Is it so new?

I like it!

As a judge, lengba is still a melon eater in her heart.

Although she has a goddess face, privately she is the kind of guy who will stop to wave the flag and shout when she sees two dogs fighting on the roadside.

The host was excited: "do you mean that in order to prove that you are not plagiarism, you have to challenge all composers, including wine pens? And are you sure to win?"

Li Tiezhu: "yes."

He added in his heart: the system is forced.

The host looks at the director. Wang zegang looks at Chen Poisson. Old man, you've had enough! Do you want the reputation of the program group? And... The program has timed out.

Does plagiarism matter? Important, but not so important. If Li Tiezhu leaves the stage, the so-called plagiarism is not worth mentioning.

Therefore, what we are most concerned about now is:

Does Li Tiezhu have another chance to sing?

The live barrage has erupted madly, and the audience has exploded. Can you still play like this? All the map guns! We must save it for the next game and see how he goes to heaven! Or... Ascend to heaven.

Li Tiezhu on the stage, his eyes empty, began to Daze again, and giggled at the corners of his mouth. Anyway, I have a system. The big deal is krypton's IQ!

I won't lose!

Barrage:

"Lying in the trough! What a big heart!"

"I thought he was bronze, but I didn't think he was a king!"

"Cowhide Plath!"

"Serious brother, please accept my bolenggaier!"

"Capital clothes!"

"A plagiarizer is still so arrogant? The world is going down."

"This is a map cannon! I love it!"

"Dare to challenge the wine pen openly. Now I believe that the wine pen touches the porcelain."

"Me too. The wine pen is a silly fork. He wrote a saliva song all his life. It's so ugly."

"I'm afraid the serious brother can't go to the next round."

Chen Poisson frowned deeply and stared at Li Tiezhu.

Zhao Liya backstage, I don't know when she subconsciously grasped her clothes.

Director Wang zegang is also a little short of breath. Please be a person, sir! Stop messing with moths! If Li Tiezhu is brushed down, the plagiarized pot will not be thrown off. Let him finish the next game.

Chen Poisson said, "the question you asked about plagiarism has nothing to do with the program group or the final promotion quota. This is my personal question!"

what do you mean?

Chen Poisson added: "the focus of this program is good voice. Therefore, whether you are original or plagiarized, at most, it can only involve your moral problems. It does not involve the selection criteria. As long as you sing well, you can be promoted. If you don't sing well, no matter how well you write the song. But I hope you don't plagiarize so much."

Now, everyone understands that the old man is full of curiosity. It can also be said that he has a burst of sense of justice.

Some people support Chen Poisson, have a bottom line, and others black him. There are many things.

Li Tiezhu: "I can't understand the staff written with a wine pen. How to copy it? I can only make simple music."

what the fuck!

That makes sense.

Chen Poisson was also stunned. Why didn't I think of this section?

He was embarrassed. "Of course, there is only one medal for promotion, in the cold bar. So, I have no idea who she wants to give, she has the final say."

Li Tiezhu: "then you talk for a long time, just like you make a choice..."

Chen Poisson: "well... I can't help it, I can't help it."

You don't have the right to decide, so you've been talking about it for most of the day? Even forced me to open a map gun? Is that really good?

Host: "so, mentor lengba, what's your choice?"

Lengba picked up the promotion medal, looked at the players and said, "Zheng Qian is a very good player. I like her singing very much. She has good conditions, mature skills and singing methods. What's more, her external conditions are excellent. But..."

ok

Yes, but.

Zheng Qian was a little excited. She suddenly fell down and was afraid of everything, but ah.

She glanced resentfully at Li Tiezhu beside her. If she didn't meet this opponent, she could be promoted with her strength.

Li Tiezhu looked calm and even distracted.

Lengba said: "however, Li Tiezhu's voice is more distinctive. Although his singing is not as good as Zheng Qian, it is more simple and can arouse the resonance of the audience. Therefore, even if he bullied me during the audition and asked me to bring him pineapple popsicles, I still chose..."

Li Tiezhu: "how do you know it's pineapple?"

Lengba: "er..."

Li Tiezhu: "Oh!"

Yi Feng: "Puff -"

Lin Fan: "brother? What are you laughing at? What's funny about pineapple popsicles?"

The original tense and fierce final choice, the painting style changed suddenly.

The host was silly. The players blew up, the tutors covered their foreheads, and the live barrage was surging, and lengba was about to crack.

Leng Patton blushed: "I... smell it! Don't slander me!"

Li Tiezhu: "I didn't say anything."

Lengba took a few deep breaths, forced herself to resist the impulse to vote the promotion medal for Zheng Qian, stared at Li Tiezhu, and looked like a knife: "promotion!"

Then, Chen Poisson gave Zheng Qian the last pending medal. She still had a chance to rescue.

All promotion and pending places have been finalized, and the program is coming to an end.

The host quickly asked Li Tiezhu, "your next song is going to challenge jiubi and other composers, so what are the lyrics? Can you give them now?"

Li Tiezhu shook his head: "first reimburse the 1000 yuan."

Moderator: "

The program team responded quickly. Immediately, a staff member added Qin Tao's wechat and transferred the money. Then, Li Tiezhu also gave the song title and lyrics:

Big fish

The silent waves drowned the night deeply

Over the corner at the end of the sky

The big fish swam through the gap of the dream

Staring at the outline of your deep sleep

Look at the sea and the sky

Listen to the wind and rain

Hold your hand and blow away the vast smoke

Big fish wings

It's too vast

I loosen the rope of time

……

The lyrics slowly appeared on the big screen, and the audience were stunned for a while. Is this word... Too powerful?

Chen Poisson nodded, even with eager passion in his eyes, or

Lengba is a little confused. Is that guy really good at writing songs?

There was even a flash of surprise in the eyes of Zhao Liya backstage. I knew, I knew

Born into a musical family, she actually had a dream of singing and singing since childhood, so she usually composed music and lyrics. However, she is too young, her skills are not mature, and her works are not very good, but this does not prevent her from being outstanding in appreciation.

With the exit of group 10, the first round of the western division of super good voice is over, followed by 20-10 in the semi-final next Saturday and 10-5 in the final next week.

The program should be over. The host is ready to make the final report, but he sees the director's assistant raise the prompt board.

Me, NIMA?!

Still coming?

This is embarrassing me, fat tiger!