764: C764 Scenes

C764 Scenes

Speaking of which, Mi Sisi paused for a moment. Then she continued, "After hearing his singing, I immediately realized... In this world, there will never be such a beautiful voice like him again... In the past, I had some regrets, because with his identity, I didn't need to rely on singing to make a living, I thought... In this lifetime, he wouldn't just stand on stage... In the industry of singing, but... To my surprise, for some unknown reason, he... Furthermore... He passed the audition without any accident."0

"Is there really such a person?" The male instructor had doubts about Mi Sisi's description. The main work he had done in his life... What kind of voice combination was that? Only then would he be able to create the most beautiful melody. This was something he had studied for his entire life. But there had never been a single individual voice that could make him feel like Mi Sisi described it. Because in his opinion, Mi Sisi's words... It was very exaggerated and absurd.

Mi Sisi seemed to understand what her teacher was thinking of her and what kind of true attitude she had in her heart. She pursed her lips and smiled. "Teacher, she said. When you really hear his singing, I promise... You will definitely remember what I said to you today, in fact... I am very excited right now, and I urgently need to find someone... You can share my joy, mentor... Thank you for listening to me speak my mind. Goodbye. " After saying that, Mi Sisi happily hung up the phone.

At this moment, the male instructor was sitting on the chair and deep in thought. This memory suddenly popped up. He had to admit that the contestants singing in front of him were all very strong. Some of the contestants could be molded to a high degree. Even he himself was tempted and had the thought of teaching them personally.

However, Mi Sisi had described him with an extremely beautiful voice. Up until now, he had not heard it. He did not know if it was because he was proud of his disciple, Mi Sisi, deliberately exaggerated in front of him, but in general, in the teacher's heart, what Mi Sisi said was... He was still looking forward to it because it was just like how Mi Sisi understood him. He was also very clear about the character of Mi Sisi, this disciple who was proud of himself. He knew that this proud disciple was not a disciple who spoke big words. Furthermore, he was sensitive enough to tell that when Mi Sisi was talking to him, her emotions were very emotional. This was the most direct kind of emotion. Only when she was shocked by something would she reveal it.

Just as this male instructor was thinking about this problem... The audience below the stage let out an overwhelming applause and cheers. The male instructor was suddenly jolted awake by the sudden sound waves. He withdrew his thoughts and revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth. He knew that the next contestant would go on stage and sing. At this moment, as a well-mannered instructor, he couldn't think of anything else. Because his emotions were not focused, it would make him instinctively miss out on the essence of many songs. The details had always been this male instructor... One of the most important points, in his opinion... Everything had to start from the details... Same job, same job, same learning... Life was the same, singing was the same.

This was a relatively unfamiliar song, but coincidentally... This male mentor had heard this song before. When the male mentor heard this song, he was moved by the lyrics and artistic conception in the song. The only regret was that this song was not very popular, and very few people had heard it.

Hearing the melody of this song, the male instructor naturally fell into a special situation. From his point of view, the little girl who sang the song... She had already thoroughly portrayed the essence of this song... It was very difficult to find any breakthrough, unless it was a large-scale change. But, in the eyes of the male instructor, casually altering the arrangement, more than 90%... It was a trampling on the original work.

"Draw a house and you will live there. Draw a seed and plant it in your garden. Two or three cups of light tea. Knowing each other is forever..." The singer's voice sounded. What kind of voice was that?

The male teacher suddenly realized that although it was the same melody, it was the same. The same lyrics, but... When this song could not be described with specific words, when it was played, his whole body... It was as if he had suddenly walked into a misty fairytale world, his emotions... His entire person had unknowingly... He had been drawn into it.

It was a relatively quiet song. It was a song that did not require any extra applause or cheers to complement the atmosphere. When the song went from perfect to an ultimate sound, the listener... The most he could do was listen.

When the song was sung, the entire audience was silent. The four judges, the host below the stage... Even the live audience and the audience in the live broadcast room... All of them fell into a very special state without exception. This was an emotion that they were unable to extricate themselves from. If there was an abyss in front of them, then... In this kind of mysterious situation, they would jump down without hesitation. This was the power and charm of music. Hao Chuan himself was somewhat intoxicated.

However, what made Hao Chuan a little surprised was that none of the four instructors at the scene who had their backs to him pressed on the swivel chair. This... is a little awkward, right?

Crack!

Ten seconds later, the swivel chair turned around on its own. This was the limit of the time. This sudden sound woke everyone up. After a short pause, a huge sound wave like a tsunami suddenly rose from the ground!

What kind of deafening cheer and scream was this? After the four mentors were woken up by the heated cheers, they awkwardly discovered that among them, no one pressed on the swivel chair.

The host walked up, the very famous host. At this moment, there were tears of gratitude at the corners of his eyes. He looked at the four mentors who were stunned on the spot. His tone was either complaining or resentful. It was unknown whether it was the warmth after being moved by the song. Or was it some other emotion that he could not understand? He did not care about the naturally dripping tears at the corners of his eyes. It was as if he was sighing, as if he was in disbelief. He seemed to be complaining, but also seemed to be saying something. He used such an unknown emotion to slowly speak: "Our mentor's level... Is it already so high? Such a perfect voice, such pleasant music... Can't it move your heart? "

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