What does Getu have to do with me? I only have a few words

A few days later, there are only three days left until the Spring Festival Music Gala finals.

In a high-end apartment in Peking.

"Sister, I think I'm in the best condition now! Do you think I can win?"

In order to win the title of the Spring Festival Music Gala, Tan Yingying has been training with her senior sister for nearly a week. She is in great shape after finishing the training, and she is excited and looking forward to the next competition.

Wang Jiawei looked at her confident junior sister, pursed her red lips and shook her head, "It's a little hard to say, but I think the top two should be guaranteed."

"The first two?"

Tan Yingying glanced at her serious senior sister, raised her eyes and thought for a moment, then asked curiously, "Who are the two who are out? How did you judge, senior sister?"

"The first to be eliminated will be Xu Wei and Sun Fengzi."

Wang Jiawei, who gave the answer, took a sip of water and explained in detail: "I like Brother Xu Wei very much, but from my observations in these episodes, his voice condition has deteriorated to a certain extent compared to before. This is something that cannot be avoided when singing rock music, even if you usually pay attention to maintaining your voice."

"So I think he will be eliminated. Whether he will be eliminated in the semi-finals or advance to the semi-finals depends on his performance on the spot."

Tan Yingying nodded in agreement and asked curiously, "What about Sun Fengzi? Her support rate among netizens is quite high!"

"The results are not based on the support rate of netizens!"

Wang Jiawei shrugged her shoulders and explained, "Sun Fengzi is good at sad songs. Her emotional voice combined with sad songs makes it hard for her to compete with her in this field. But..."

She changed the subject and said, "The Spring Festival Music Gala is the most grand music competition in China. You know who the judges are. I don't think she can get high scores if she sings a sad song on such a stage. If she doesn't sing a sad song that she is good at, she won't get high scores either."

After listening to her analysis, Tan Yingying gave a thumbs up in admiration, "Your analysis is absolutely correct. Then, senior sister, please analyze again, who has a higher chance of winning, me or Feng Qi Wutong?"

Wang Jiawei pondered for a moment and said, "Yingying, there is no problem with your choice of work for the finals. The high-pitched part and the suona will definitely make everyone's eyes light up and be particularly brilliant. But I think whether you can win depends on the quality of Feng Qi Wu Tong's work."

Tan Yingying frowned slightly and nodded, "That's true. The song "A Bridge of Fate" that they won over you, Senior Sister, was very stressful. I hope the work they bring out is not particularly strong..."

“I don’t think the possibility is very high…”

Wang Jiawei called her junior sister to the computer, clicked on a video, and explained: "This is a video of Lin Zhixing being interviewed a few days ago. Listen to what he said."

Video playback——

The reporter asked: "You are so popular now, so popular that all singers envy you. Will you strike while the iron is hot and produce more works to take yourself to the next level?"

Lin Zhixing replied: "Looking at the current situation of the Chinese music scene, questions like who is popular or not are not constructive at all. I think that as a musician or a fan, we should have a sense of responsibility. The former should be a benchmark and bond for cultural exchange, and on a smaller scale, we should create meaningful works that can move people."

"The latter should be used as a guide for the market in a broader sense, and should be used to draw nourishment from works in a narrower sense. I will not produce more works just to become famous, but I will produce more excellent works for my fans who like me!"

Video finished——

Tan Yingying recalled Lin Zhixing's high-spirited look in the video and frowned slightly.

After a long silence, she patted Wang Jiawei's shoulder, clenched her fist and said firmly: "Sister, continue training! I can improve even more!"

Wang Jiawei looked at her junior sister's eyes full of fighting spirit, and a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, the finals will be exciting!"

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In a rehearsal room in Peking.

Under the dim light, a few small spotlights shine on the surface of the musical instruments, reflecting a faint luster. The air seems to be filled with an invisible energy, allowing people to feel the rhythm of music as soon as they enter the door.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on their instruments, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with them. As the music gradually sounded, everyone's emotions were aroused, as if at this moment, they were integrated with the music.

Xu Wei stood in front of the microphone, closed his eyes and gently swayed his body, completely immersed in the music.

As the music progressed, his voice became louder and louder, and the guitarist's movements became more and more intense. The drummer's sweat flowed down his cheeks, but he had no intention of stopping. The whole rehearsal room seemed to be ignited by the music, and the air was filled with an indescribable passion.

At the end of the song, Cao Liang, the manager and guitarist of the band, put down his guitar, lit a cigarette, and said with a smile: "I haven't practiced this song for a long time, but we still have the same chemistry!"

Xu Wei stretched and nodded with a smile, "Yes, let's sing this song in the finals!"

When the finals were mentioned, Cao Liang suddenly remembered, "Oh, by the way, I saw on Weibo these days that Feng Qi Wu Tong seemed to be trying to defeat you with a rock song. Did you know about this?"

As soon as the words fell, laughter filled the rehearsal room.

"There's such a thing? This is the best joke I've heard this year!"

"That's so funny, they can sing rock songs better than Brother Xu, so I ate my drum set!"

Xu Wei looked at the band members who were laughing so hard, raised his index finger and waved it with a smile, saying: "Young people are too young and full of vigor. We will not lose!"

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Two more days passed.

As night falls, the city lights gradually light up.

Lin Zhixing drove through the busy streets to pick up his wife. The neon lights flickered on the car window, reflecting his slightly expectant expression.

After tonight it will be the day of the finals.

Lin Zhixing and Song Ge have been very busy during this period. They have focused all their energy on the Spring Festival Music Gala. They have been practicing with their two orchestras almost all day long and are quite satisfied with the results of the cooperation.

The steering wheel turned gently in Lin Zhixing's hands, and the car stereo played the instrumental music that Song Ge liked. The melody was gentle, as if paving the way for her tranquility on the way home.

Soon, the car slowly stopped at the gate of the residential area where Master Song Ge lived. Lin Zhixing rolled down the window, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at the lights of the houses, his thoughts flying.

From the dilemma of not having a partner at the beginning, to what does the singing country have to do with me, to becoming a big star and getting a beautiful woman, everything is like a dream...

A few minutes later, Song Ge, wearing a light-colored coat, walked out. When she heard the horn, her eyes lit up and she walked quickly towards the car.

Lin Zhixing got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, opened the door for her, and said with a smile on his face, "Princess, please get in the car!"

"Thanks!"

Song Ge couldn't hide the smile on his slightly tired face.

The car restarted and drove into the night.

Lin Zhixing turned the steering wheel and asked with a smile: "Pigeon, how is your practice going? Did your master teach you the secret to win tonight?"

Song Ge raised the corners of his lips and said, "It's fun to practice, how can I reveal the secret so easily!"

"Tsk, forget it if you don't want to tell me, I'll tell you!"

Lin Zhixing smiled and cleared his throat. He pondered for a moment and said seriously, "I carefully analyzed tomorrow's opponents this afternoon. The first one is Xu Wei..."

He talked on and on, and she listened, occasionally interrupting and chuckling.

Perhaps seeing his anxiety, Song Ge gently reached out her hand, placed it on his shoulder, squinted her eyes and said softly, "With you in Zhixing, we won't lose!"

Lin Zhixing was stunned for a moment, his tense shoulders relaxed a little, and he smiled and nodded.

When you stop at a red light.

Lin Zhixing turned his head to look at Song Ge. Her profile looked soft and quiet under the light of the street lamp.

Song Ge noticed Lin Zhixing's gaze, she turned around and blinked, "What are you looking at? The light is green, concentrate on driving!"

Lin Zhixing smiled and looked away, thinking that such a night and such a girl were really great.

——The night before the final was peaceful and beautiful.

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The day of the Spring Festival Music Gala finals.

Recording outside the building at 7:30 pm.

Three hundred lucky audience members were queuing up in an orderly manner to enter the venue.

Almost all of them were holding cheering equipment, including posters, light boards, cheering sticks, etc., as if they were attending a concert.

Tonight's audience are all lucky ones selected by the sponsor Penguin Live's 3 million-person live broadcast room with a one-cent light sign. Their votes account for 30% of the contestants' scores.

Everyone's face was filled with smiles of anticipation as they were able to attend this annual feast and meet their idols.

Backstage.

The four groups of contestants have all put on their makeup and changed into their clothes and are making final preparations.

Tan Yingying was drinking warm water while doing throat exercises, trying to adjust her voice to the best condition so as to make a big splash.

Xu Wei was sitting at the table practicing his penmanship, which he always did before every competition. He believed that this would help him calm down and not get nervous.

The neat handwriting on the A4 paper read: Be calm when you gain it, be calm when you lose it, fight for what is inevitable, and let nature take its course.

Sun Fengzi always felt that her condition was a little worse.

After completing the vocal exercises, she finally found out where the problem was. The problem was in her singing emotion. She felt that her emotions at the moment were not right and that it would be difficult to move the audience in her current state.

After some thought, Sun Fengzi took out her cell phone, edited a text message and sent it to Zhou Luo.

——Let’s break up and get back together after the game.

Two minutes later, the text message sounded.

Zhou Luo replied——Okay, keep going!

After reading it, Sun Fengzi put down her phone and slowly uttered two words.

"Scumbag!"

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Tonight is the most important moment. In addition to working hard to warm up his voice, Lin Zhixing also prepared two secret weapons for himself.

The first secret weapon is the "Breakthrough Limit Capsule" and "High Note Capsule" exchanged in the points mall.

The second secret weapon is amazing.

This secret weapon accompanied him in the finals of "The Birth of a Group", the finals of "I Am the King of Rap", the finals of "I Am the King of Singers", the finals of "Singing Around the World", and will accompany him in the finals of "Loud and Clear Singing" tonight.

This secret weapon is the "purple underwear", which means "definitely can do it"!

With it, I feel more at ease tonight than wearing it!