Agent Reborn: God-level Scholar

Chapter 124 It’s still a midsummer night

The sunlight filtered in from the window of the conference room and shone on Gu Fengchen's face, giving it a bright color.

He looked at Sheng Xia Ye, his beautiful phoenix eyes slightly raised, and his lips curled up with a hint of a smile as he looked at her.

On Midsummer Night, the scene of the last time I saw him popped into my mind.

In the carriage, he and Chu Tianjiao embraced each other selflessly.

She licked the corners of her lips and bent slightly, "Hello, judges and teachers."

There was a teacher in the middle who was from the school before. When he saw her, he nodded with satisfaction and introduced her, "This is Mr. Gu, the sponsor of this season's music program."

Sheng Xia Ye was startled for a moment, then faced Gu Fengchen's gaze, nodded and smiled: "Hello, Mr. Gu."

Gu Fengchen smiled.

The mobile phone placed on the table vibrated. He made a gesture, opened another door and went out to answer the call.

It was the same entrance I had just entered on Midsummer Night, and two new girls arrived.

Sheng Fanxing paused when he saw the midsummer night.

Enemies meet on a narrow road!

A flash of resentment flashed in her eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.

On a midsummer night, when I smell the perfume, I know it's her and I don't look away.

"This time there are many talents in your school. The number of judges and teachers has already exceeded the majority of the program standard. So next, another round of screening is needed. Today, three people will randomly select songs to sing and let the teachers evaluate them again.

Problem?"

The judging teacher was smiling, but he was not discussing with them.

This is the first threshold set for them to enter the entertainment industry.

Sheng Fanxing blinked in astonishment, "So, teacher, if the three of us are competing, someone will be eliminated, right?"

The teacher nodded.

Another teacher said, "Of all the children who came for the interview today, we will only select 20 contestants to be your school's representatives, which means that 70% of the people present today will be passed, so take out your

Best strength."

"Maybe three of you advance, or maybe all of you are eliminated."

The teacher's words suddenly hit me like a heavy hammer.

Sheng Fanxing took a breath of cold air.

She glanced at Sheng Xia Ye, her expression changing unpredictably, and finally she showed a bright smile, raised her arrogant chin and said, "Teacher, don't worry, I will do my best."

There are various types of music in the lottery box in front of the teacher.

Electronic, lyrical, folk music, etc.

Sheng Fanxing was very nervous. She was not very good at electronic music. When she drew lots, her heart beat like a drum. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was playing a ballad.

Another classmate was a rap artist, and when the scene was over, he said, "Ah... I don't know how to do this."

The teachers were obviously displeased when they backed down before they even started.

Midsummer Night won the ballad.

The teacher nodded, "You have three minutes to prepare. You can discuss who will sing first. Each person has one minute to read the lyrics."

Sheng Fanxing glanced at Sheng Xia Ye, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Aren't you awesome? Be the first to sing."

Sheng Xiaye smiled faintly, "Then I'll give you, a coward, some face."

"you!"

Sheng Fanxing was so angry that his eyes were on fire.

On a midsummer night, I looked back and asked, "Teacher, do you have a guitar?"

The teacher waved and the assistant quickly brought over a guitar.

Sitting on the chair on a midsummer night, he smiled and said, "Then I will perform the ugly song "Ideal Thirty"."

Sheng Fanxing stood aside with a heavy look of disdain on his face.

On a midsummer night, I strummed the guitar strings and started singing.

The girl next to her exclaimed, "I heard from my classmates before that Sheng Xia Ye's family was not in a good situation. How can she sing so well, play the piano and guitar, and be so versatile?"

Do you still need to compare?

When encountering such a strong opponent who could defeat her without any effort, it would be better for her to just give up.

Sheng Fanxing glanced at her sharply, "You're deaf!"

A low-level genre like ballad, where a child can hum the melody casually and has no technical content, can compare with the emotional richness of ballads?

Wait, she hangs on Midsummer Night!

After the singing, Sheng Xia Ye politely retreated to the side of the stage.

The teachers had unpredictable expressions on their faces, and they passed the result sheets to each other to grade her. At that time, Sheng Fanxing had already stepped forward and said with a sweet smile: "Hello teachers, the song I want to sing is "Standing on Tiptoes to Love"."

When Sheng Fanxing sang, Sheng Xia Ye looked out of the conference room bored.

Looking through the glass window on the door, where you see the man, you can see the tall and tall man. Even if he is a little far away, you can still see his well-joined hand holding the mobile phone. His thin side face has sharp edges and corners, and his handsomeness cannot be ignored.

I squinted my eyes in the middle of the summer night.

Suddenly a girl walked up to him, her face flushed with embarrassment. Gu Fengchen took the phone further away, said something to the girl, and she ran away frustrated.

Maybe... it was a failure to express his love?

Sheng Xia Ye sighed secretly, she must be the new school girl, but she didn’t know that Senior Gu already had a crush on her, and there was another sad person in Shengxue High School tonight.

When she came to her senses, Sheng Fanxing had finished singing, and the other girl was standing in front of the teacher, unable to sing a single word.

It's really unfortunate that I got rap.

She was eliminated on the spot.

"Both of your performances have their own highlights. To be honest, I like them both." The teacher sitting on the second right took a deep breath, spread out his fingers together, and pointed at Midsummer Night, "I vote for this one."

"I also prefer Midsummer Night's singing. It's very relaxed and the emotions are well controlled. It's hard to imagine that a girl of this age can sing folk songs with such flavor. Her future is limitless."

"I like Sheng Fanxing's performance better. She has a sweet appearance and a very special voice. I really hope she can become a member of my camp."

The program director was also lurking in the judges' box, and he voted for Midsummer Night.

At this point, it's a tie between two and two.

"Then only Mr. Gu's most crucial vote is left." The director clapped his hands, looked in the direction of the door, and smiled, "I really mean Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here."

Gu Fengchen held the mobile phone between his fingers, turned it around, and said with a slight hook on his thin lips, "Sorry, I have something to do at work. What's the result of the selection?"

Seeing the person coming, Sheng Fanxing's pupils dilated.

Gu Fengchen?

Why is it him...

After hearing the number of votes at this moment, Gu Fengchen sat back on his chair, his eyes only stayed on Sheng Fanxing's anxious face for a moment, and finally looked at Shengxia Ye.

"Then congratulations to Shengxia Ye for successfully advancing with a slight advantage of three to two." His tone was light and straightforward, but it was like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves.

Sheng Fanxing's red lips twitched fiercely, and her hands hanging by her sides clenched into fists. She forced herself to smile, "Senior Gu, you didn't even watch my and Sheng Xia Ye's performance just now, and you voted hastily like this.

That’s not fair, is it?”

She didn't know how Gu Fengchen could be a judge on today's show.

But she was never willing to let go of the opportunity!

This is a task assigned to her by a mysterious person. She must participate in this show and become popular, otherwise she will be ruined!

"Is that so?"

Gu Fengchen frowned, as if he was thinking deeply. He picked up the pen on the table, played with it in his hand, opened the lid, closed it, and then opened it again.

With a knocking sound, close it.

He raised his gaze and said in a cold voice without any warmth, "It's still a midsummer night."

(End of chapter)