FWF Chapter 411 I Want to Marry You!
Chapter 411 I Want to Marry You!
Meanwhile, in the corridor leading to the lounge, Jiang Bai was having a discussion with the system.
"Tongzi, look at the way those two staff members are looking at me. Have they already mentally carved my tombstone for me?"
[Host, because your current image is too sweet and charming, in the eyes of the public, if you suddenly sang a sad song, especially in such an emergency, it would be tantamount to suicide.]
[However, I suggest you tone it down a bit when you start singing later. I'm afraid that if you go all out, Kyoto TV will run out of tissues tonight.]
Jiang Bai snorted coldly:
"Keep it? Did I wear this yellow dress for nothing?"
"This is Bumblebee's disguise!"
"I'll show them what it means to laugh through your tears—that's the most painful thing!"
At this moment, the atmosphere in the lounge was extremely oppressive.
As soon as Xiao Ai saw Jiang Bai return, she rushed to him, her eyes brimming with tears, and asked:
"Goddess Bai Zhi! What song did you sign up for? Is there any hope for us?"
Another member of Na Ying's team also gathered around, looking at Jiang Bai as if he were a savior.
"Goddess Bai Zhi, you're the only one in our group with a perfect score of four job advancements! You're also our only hope of making it to the finals!"
Jiang Bai smiled and said casually:
"I submitted an original song, a sad song."
"Don't worry about me, I'll win the semi-finals without any problem. You guys go and prepare your own songs."
These domineering words, combined with her beautiful face that resembled a cream cake, created an extremely strange sense of incongruity, yet they also inexplicably made Xiao Ai and the others feel at ease.
The two exchanged a glance.
Although it's unclear why Bai Zhi chose to sing a sad love song.
However, they knew the power of the goddess Bai Zhi!
It certainly won't be too bad!
.......
And this moment.
In the control room of Kyoto TV.
Wang Dazhong looked at Jiang Baizhi's calm face on the monitor, then at the song title "Later" received from the backstage, and his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.
"Later? A sad song?"
Wang Dazhong stroked his chin, a sly glint in his eyes.
"Interesting. This little girl doesn't want to sing the ancient-style song I reserved for her."
"However, singing sad songs is even better!"
"The whole internet will be looking forward to it! Jiang Baizhi, who has the title of 'Sweetheart Princess,' is trying to sing a sad song for the first time. The ratings will definitely skyrocket!"
"Go, tell them."
"When Jiang Baizhi sings later, adjust all the lights to alternate between deep blue and warm orange to enhance the emotional impact of the sad song!"
The assistant director hesitated, somewhat worried:
"Director, but what if she messes up her singing? The range of her style is too big."
Wang Dazhong sneered and pointed at Jiang Baizhi's misty eyes on the screen:
"A disaster? With that face, as long as he doesn't sing terribly, the audience won't give him a particularly low score!"
"Besides, if Jiang Baizhi is eliminated in the first round, there's still a second round!"
"Then, when the second round of bans comes back, won't we be able to advance by singing sweet songs?"
Are you kidding me!
Wang Dazhong only wanted to add some variety show elements to The Voice of China, he didn't really want to eliminate Jiang Baizhi!
Jiang Baizhi is now a treasure trove, a goldmine, and the queen of TV ratings!
Even if he eliminates himself, he won't eliminate Jiang Baizhi!
.......
Soon, the four trainees in the first group finished their competition.
The competition in the first group was so brutal it could only be described as "utterly horrific".
The stage lights were still dazzling, but the air was filled with a burning smell of despair.
As the fourth contestant finished singing the last note, the entire audience of a thousand fell into an eerie silence.
The power of this combination of bans was even more ruthless than they had anticipated!
Apart from one contestant who originally sang folk songs and performed relatively steadily, the other three contestants were visibly terrible.
The rock star, who was originally capable of hitting high notes, had to bite the bullet and choose a slow ballad because rock music was banned.
The result was that the singing sounded like reading a hypnotic instruction manual for a midnight radio show to the audience, and the emotional impact plummeted to the Mariana Trench!
They had originally chosen an inspirational song, but had to change the song at the last minute, which led to a poor performance.
The first contestant to perform on stage fared even worse!
From the announcement of the rules to his time on stage, the production team only gave him five minutes, which directly reduced his performance by more than half!
[Ding! This is what happens to ordinary people without any cheat codes; they're as fragile as a tissue in the face of the rules.]
"Actually, it's not too bad. It's clear that most of the trainees are quite skilled."
"They were just unlucky; they sang in the first round, so they didn't get to showcase their full potential."
"But thankfully, the advancement rules are that only the top two in the group can advance, rather than competing against all the trainees based on the total score."
Jiang Bai sat backstage, looking at the scoreboard on the screen, and raised an eyebrow slightly.
The maximum score is 2,000 points, with 1,000 points allocated to the judges and 1,000 points to the audience.
First place: 1452 points (advanced)
Fourth place: 1368 points (qualified)
Third place: 1123 points (to be determined)
Second place: 967 points (to be determined)
The guy who only scored a little over 900 points, the last-place student, was a contestant from Wang Feng's group.
He stood at the edge of the stage, his studded leather jacket looking extremely ironic under the lights.
Tears streamed down her face; she cried like a 200-pound child whose lollipop had been snatched away.
Wang Feng sat in the mentor's seat, his old face as black as the bottom of a pot.
He took a deep breath, striving to maintain the last vestiges of dignity of the godfather of rock, and solemnly spoke into the microphone:
"Child, don't cry."
"This isn't your problem, it's... it's a mistake in style selection."
"Stay calm, we still have a chance in the second round."
He said that, but in his heart he was roaring:
"Wang Dazhong! You old bastard! Are these rules even meant for people? You've turned my tough guy into a delicate flower like Lin Daiyu!"
the other side.
Hua Shao then returned to the stage, his voice brimming with barely concealed excitement:
"Thank you to the first group of four contestants for their... well, fantastic performance!"
"I have to say, the semi-finals were far more brutal than we imagined!"
"This is just the beginning, and some people are already flirting with their dreams, some are even ready to enroll at New Oriental!"
Hua Shao glanced at the scoring sheet, then raised his voice again:
"Congratulations to Chen Fei with 1452 points and Lin Hao with 1368 points! You have successfully advanced to the second round!"
"The remaining two, please go to the candidate area to rest for a while and wait for the next round of competition!"
After announcing the results, Hua Shao's expression hardened, and his eyes swept towards the backstage entrance like knives:
"The first group's battle has already shown us what a fierce fight really is!"
"So, next... four trainees in the second group, are you ready to face the judgment of the audience?"
"Now, please welcome the second group of students—get ready to come to the stage!"
Backstage lounge.
As Hua Shao called out the name with murderous intent, Xiao Ai, who had been sitting on the sofa trembling, suddenly burped.
She turned to look at Jiang Bai, her eyes unfocused, her tone as desperate as if she were going to the execution ground:
"Goddess Bai Zhi... It's our turn."
"Look at that guy from Wang Feng's group just now, a big guy who's 1.8 meters tall, crying like that."
"I have a feeling I might not even get 900 points later, I'm sure my score will be even lower..."
Jiang Bai slowly stood up. His relaxed expression seemed so out of place in the oppressive lounge, yet so striking.
He reached up and adjusted the yellow silk bow in his hair, then smiled slightly.
"Little Ai, don't be afraid."
Jiang Bai's voice was gentle, carrying a hint of encouragement:
"Just do your best. Getting this far from the preliminary rounds already makes you a strong contender!"
Xiao Ai looked at the smile on the goddess's face.
The lights in the lounge shone on the girl's hair, and her beautiful eyes sparkled in the corner of her eye, making her seem to shine like a deity descending to earth!
In an instant, it struck Xiao Ai's heart.
Thump—thump—
Xiao Ai couldn't help but reveal a silly smile, murmuring repeatedly:
"Goddess...you're so gentle..."
"I...I...I'm gay...I want to marry you!"
It's bent?
You want to marry me?
I'm a man, what are you doing, you woman!
Jiang Bai: Σ(;ﾟдﾟ)! !