Reborn I don't need a heroine

Eight people stood in a row on the stage, male and female, tall and short, wearing different clothes, but all had the same dignified expression.

This is the recording site of the program "Good Songs in the World". In addition to the instructors and students, there are also a full auditorium and a jury consisting of dozens of professional judges. There are so many people, even if everyone just whispers with the volume down, the noise gathered is like an old mechanical hard drive running at full capacity.

"Mentor Peng Xiaoya's exclusive original album has been announced. But among the eight original songs, we still have to select two title songs to participate in the finals of the next issue..."

Wang Heng and Han Yixuan sat in the auditorium, listening to the host's voice, but their eyes were still on the most petite girl among the eight.

The competition system is still not complicated. The eight contestants sang in turn, and the 51 people on the judging table scored and voted, plus the three instructors Liu Jiang, Liang Kun, and Chu Tianjian each scored 5 points, and the one with the highest score was directly promoted. Then, Peng Xiaoya, who is the main mentor, can directly select another player. In this way, the two title songs have been selected, and the two finalists will also be announced.

After the host's introduction, the contestants stepped off the stage.

Instructor Peng Xiaoya came to the stage and said a few words, and sang a song of a contestant who had already been eliminated.

The music paused for a while, and Peng Xiaoya brushed the hair beside her ear casually, pondered for a while, and said:

"My core requirement for original Chinese music is that you should have your own ideas. As I said at the beginning of this program, we don't want blood, don't be old-fashioned, we want the personality of the new era, and use sincere expressions to directly grasp Catch the audience's ears and grab the audience's heart. So I thought for a long time about the next student, her song should be the most suitable for the first appearance, and inspire every student after that..."

In the auditorium, Wang Heng and Han Yixuan whispered.

Han Yixuan: "It's Xiao Le!"

Wang Heng: "That's right, didn't she say yesterday that she was the first to go."

Han Yixuan: "Will it be very stressful to be the first on stage?"

Wang Heng: "It's hard to say, there are good and bad... Suppose you play at the back, and then you see that several people have very high scores, will there be more psychological pressure?"

Han Yixuan sighed: "I can only trust Xiao Le."

Wang Heng turned his head and took a look.

From the tone just now, he could only hear worry and concern. It seemed that Han Yixuan was really thinking of Pei Ningle, without any distractions?

That's a really good sign.

"I followed the whole rehearsal the day before yesterday," Han Yixuan said again in a low voice, "She rehearsed five times on the stage, and I can tell you that these five rehearsals were actually great, but Xiao Le made every adjustment with great care. So I think it’s okay for Xiao Le to be so serious.”

Wang Heng thought about it. Except for the day before yesterday's rehearsal, Wang Heng had personally witnessed Pei Ningle's pondering over and over again before coming to the Imperial Capital, and discussing with Peng Xiaoya about the arrangement and singing method after arriving in the Imperial Capital. But he knew better that the difficulty of this program should not be underestimated.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "But other competitors are also very attentive."

Han Yixuan: "Ke Xiaole is a genius!"

Wang Heng didn't speak any more, just looked at the stage quietly.

Peng Xiaoya had already stepped down, and it was that young girl with a determined face who came up at this moment.

She is wearing a knee-length blue dress today. The upper body is light blue, and the color becomes darker as it goes down, and there are many stars dotted in the dark blue. Under the lighting of the stage, the stars twinkled like a dream—but Han Yixuan and Wang Heng knew that the dress was not expensive, and the light was only the tiny glass inlaid on it.

In the past, Pei Ningle always had a ponytail hairstyle like a middle school student, occasionally a double ponytail, but all straight hair. And tonight, the lower end of the straight hair was curled and loosened. It didn't look very mature, but it added a bit of princess-like quietness and elegance.

The girl is holding a guitar in her hands and sitting on a round stool in the center of the stage. The microphone stand is in front of you, so you don't need to hold the microphone in your hand, you can play the piano well.

Taking a deep breath, she strummed the guitar strings and sang.

"I want to let go of every previous dream,

Let go of the urge to pursue perfection,

Lay down your glamorous vanity,

Hiding in a cave alone..."

Still singing steadily, like a girl in a poem whispering her own sadness.

This time, she didn't close her eyes. Sometimes I look at the guitar in my hand, and sometimes I look at the auditorium, trying to find the familiar person in the darkness against the light.

Unfortunately, she couldn't find her on stage.

But as she sang, the girl recalled every detail of getting along with him, imagining that he was watching her live performance at the moment—no, the fact is that he was in the audience, and he was really watching herself.

So at the climax of the last chorus, she laughed, her pitch raised, and the whole song bloomed like a flower.

At the same time, the lights spread out to illuminate the band musicians in the corner of the stage. Drummers, keyboard players, bass players, and the extra cello all sounded together, playing a short but beautiful chapter.

"...I saw those gorgeous rainbows,

into lonely dreams,

I heard the harp play crystal,

Woven into beautiful verses,

I see you..."

After singing the last line of the lyrics, Pei Ningle looked at the auditorium affectionately. She didn't know the specific seat of that person in the auditorium, but at least, she could imagine that familiar handsome face emerging from the darkness.

The song ended and the lights came back on.

On the instructor's seat, Peng Xiaoya rushed to say: "It's great, it's really great!"

Liu Jiang commented: "This adaptation fully brings out your voice, which is very good."

Liang Kun said with a smile: "In this way, the pressure on the players who will appear later will be great. You have set a very high benchmark for them!"

Chu Tianjian shook his head slowly: "Surprise, it actually gave us another surprise. The emotion at the end is well-balanced, it's too catchy."

Peng Xiaoya gave him a blank look: "Just kidding, she is my chosen little princess!"

Liang Kun: "It's not just you, we also chose."

Peng Xiaoya: "But she didn't choose you."

Liang Kun: "..."

At this time, the host said: "Now, it's time for our professional judges to vote. Fifty-one professional music critics from major music stations and websites, please give your opinions. Let's see, the first What kind of points will a student Pei Ningle get on stage?"

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