This star’s style is wrong

The program continued to play and soon reached the climax of the PK session.

The strong showdown is full of gunpowder.

The first was the electronic rap sung by Hashem, which raised the atmosphere at the scene.

Afterwards, Fang Xing came on the stage, borrowed a guitar from the students present, and began to play and sing "Wild Bird".

The opening whistle directly brought the impetuous atmosphere of the scene into the more secluded artistic conception of Birdsong Mountain.

Then, the simple and tenacious lyrics sang the persistence of never giving up.

"No one can knock down a young and energetic heart. There is wildfire burning in the eyes of disobedience. Wild birds in the scorching sun, barefooted, humming songs in pain, so proud..."

This song is completely different from the dance music style of the boy band, as if a scoop of sweet rain has fallen on the dry land.

The ordinary audience immediately fell silent and listened quietly, following Fang Xing's voice to understand the story sung in the song.

Sing the song "Wild Bird".

Ordinary viewers' perceptions of Fang Xing began to reverse.

【This song is good. 】

【Is it just good? Is this Wang Zha? Tonight is the best, the whole performance, this song is the only one I can listen to. 】

[When it comes to guitar playing and singing, Fang Xing has pretty good basic skills. 】

[Students of Donghai Conservatory of Music, after all, come from a major, and they still have basic skills. 】

[I like this song. When it is released on Cloud Music, I will use it as a ringtone. 】

[It’s over, he seems to have a work. 】

[I want to blackmail him for the rest of his life, he only sings, what kind of music does he know! 】

At this moment.

The audience finally remembered what Fang Xing said before when he was preparing for the interview: "Let the work speak for itself."

As a result, some netizens began to go back and flood the screen with barrages at the place where they were preparing to harvest.

The barrage that originally flooded the screen at this location was:

[Didn’t you say let the works speak for themselves? What about the work? Where is the work? 】

Gradually it became:

[It’s over, he seems to have a real work! 】

[It’s over, he seems to have a real work! 】

…

The instructor's comments that followed were full of praise for everything from his guitar playing level to the lyrics, music and singing of "Wild Bird".

Even Liang Yusong, the sharp-tongued mentor arranged by the program team, also praised it and expressed his desire to release a single for "Wild Bird".

You know, Liang Yusong's comments on the previous performance stage and PK repertoire were quite harsh, and he even criticized them head-on.

However, when he arrived at Fang Xing's place, Liang Yusong racked his brains and couldn't say anything unpleasant.

Moreover, "Wild Bird" is really good. Even ordinary audiences can hear that this song is of a very high standard.

…

Chen Shirong and Wang Mantong were also among the audience.

They are students in the Art Management Department of Dongyin. They are roommates and best friends, and they are also fans of Wu Junchen.

Not just the two of them, there are four girls in their Y307 dormitory, three fans, Wu Junchen, and one fan, Liu Yichen.

Last time, Wang Mantong took Chen Shirong to go to Fang Xing, hoping that Fang Xing could help them get Wu Junchen's autograph.

However, Wang Mantong's bossy manner made Fang Xing feel very unhappy, and she threw her "husband" into the trash can.

On Friday and Saturday, the four girls in their dormitory stayed in front of the screen, waiting to watch "Tomorrow's Star".

After Friday's performance was broadcast, Wu Junchen's fans on Weibo were all scolding Fang Xing.

Because of the last trash can incident, Wang Mantong has always held a grudge in her heart, so she has been going out with the fan group since last night.

Wang Mantong also pulled three other roommates in the dormitory and asked them to charge on the Internet together.

However, the other three roommates were more sensible and persuaded her: "Forget it, Fang Xing is from the same school as us after all, so it's better not to add fuel to the fire."

"He dares to throw my husband into the trash can and still expects me to let him go?" Wang Mantong refused to give up and continued to post negative comments on Weibo.

Several other girls in Chen Shirong's dormitory were in a daze after listening to "Wild Bird".

They are all students from the Art Management Department of Dongyin, and they have good music appreciation skills. Naturally, they can distinguish the quality of a song better than ordinary audiences.

Among them, Ma Wenwen, who had the best academic performance, showed a surprised expression, bumped Chen Shirong with her elbow, and asked: "Shirong, can Fang Xing sing so beautifully? And this song is original, right?"

Chen Shirong was also a little dazed, frowning and said, "I don't know either."

Ma Wenwen had the same intuition as a certain music critic: "Something is wrong. From the perspective of lyrics, music and singing, this song "Wild Bird" is the best in the whole performance."

Wang Mantong was the one with the worst grades in the dormitory. She entered Donghai Conservatory of Music mainly to chase stars, so she did not focus on studying.

She said with an unhappy look: "Lao Ma, you heard that right. Can this guy sing better than Jun Chen?"

Ma Wenwen couldn't help but roll her eyes. She was among those in the class who could compete for scholarships. Her academic performance was not to say the best, but she was at least among the top three.

"If nothing else, as far as guitar skills are concerned, there aren't many people in the orchestra department who can match it."

"I don't care, I can't beat Junchen anyway. Junchen will always be the best in the game." Wang Mantong still insisted on his opinion.

Another roommate added weakly: "I have to say, "Wild Bird" is really good."

While she was muttering, she had already started searching for "Wild Bird" on the music app, preparing to play the single on repeat for a few days.

Ma Wenwen bumped Chen Shirong with her elbow again and asked with a gossipy face: "Isn't he been chasing you? How are you? Are you okay?"

Chen Shirong had embarrassment written all over her face because she had never accepted Fang Xing. To put it bluntly, she was keeping him as a spare tire.

Of course, she couldn't admit this, she just said she didn't feel it.

She was also surprised. She didn't know that Fang Xing could sing so well and come up with original songs.

Ma Wenwen opened Weibo to see the opinions on the Internet.

She remembered that yesterday, a music review blogger went against the wind to help Fang Xing speak up, but was criticized by fans.

She wanted to see if the music critic had anything to say today.

She opened Weibo, found the Weibo name of music critic Ni Hongdan from the following list, and clicked on it to take a look.

I found out that this blogger really posted on Weibo again, and still helped Fang Xing to speak.

[After listening to the three-bar piano intro in the trailer, I can only say that the level is very high. My intuition tells me that tonight is the big turn. 】

This Weibo post was posted before eight o'clock. It has only been half an hour, and it has already received 3,000 curses from fans.

She thought about it and silently liked the Weibo post.

After "Wild Bird" came out, ordinary viewers began to like Ni Hongdan's Weibo post.

Unknowingly, Ni Hongdan’s Weibo was liked.

Since the vocal videos she made before were of good quality, many netizens commented that they had found a treasure.

This gave her a wave of traffic, and her attention continued to grow.

As the second episode of the second issue of "Tomorrow's Star" aired, Fang Xing sang "Wild Bird".

The favorability of passers-by and ordinary spectators began to increase.

If the song is good, it is good, and the average audience is not deaf.

And the more fans jump on it, the more favorable it becomes to passers-by.

Thanks to Wu Junchen's fans, many passers-by came to vote for Fang Xing, just to express their dissatisfaction.