My girl group exploded

Chapter 1252
"Do you think that Ruirui's current aura is really like a mentor." Su Yin was sitting in the background at the moment, and when she saw Wang Xingrui's expression, she felt that she was more confident now.

"Well," Lin Xuan'er nodded, "She used to pester me every day, asking me, hey, I've never been a judge before, so I don't know what to do."

Tang Yue on the side laughed: "She is like this. Every time before doing something, she is so nervous. But after a while, she calmed down by herself, which is quite amazing."

Lin Xuan'er hummed. As the only one among so many people who had ever been a tutor alone, she used her own experience to give Wang Xingrui some advice.

It's a pity that Lin Xuan'er went to a dance variety show at the time, so there was a big difference between singing and singing with Wang Xingrui.

But seeing Wang Xingrui's calm face now, Lin Xuan'er felt that she should not have to worry.

Don't look at Wang Xingrui's calm expression now, but she is actually panicking in her heart.

For example, now, her hands are shaking involuntarily, as if she has Parkinson's.

However, Wang Xingrui still pretended to be calm on the surface. At least judging from the feedback just now, there should be a lot of her fans here today.

From Wang Xingrui's point of view, these people were simply her strongest backing, which gave Wang Xingrui confidence in herself.

Instead, the teacher sitting next to her laughed: "It's good to take a deep breath, and I did the same when I first commented on the contestants."

"Yes," Wang Xingrui nodded, and finally added: "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me." The teacher waved his hand: "You can just think of this as if you are watching TV at home. I think when you watch variety shows by yourself, every time someone sings, you will subconsciously How much do you want to comment?"

Wang Xingrui hummed, and then admitted this with some embarrassment.

At this moment, the teacher sitting next to her stood up.

As mentors, they each have an opening-show performance.

And this teacher is the first performer among them.

"We're about to get to what Ruirui is best at." Tang Yue laughed: "Tell me, as a mentor, what Ruirui is best at is not commenting, but acting."

"Isn't this pretty good?" Su Yin on the side said with a smile: "This proves that Ruirui is a capable faction. Her performance will definitely conquer all audiences."

"If I were a contestant, I would definitely choose her." Lin Xuan'er said very seriously: "I think she must have a lot of skills to teach me, and singing with a high-level singer like her is a learning and learning process in itself. Great opportunity to improve."

While they were talking, the first teacher's performance was over.

To be precise, it was a not-so-popular performance, but the audience still gave the teacher very enthusiastic applause, expressing their respect in this way.

However, those players who were ready to go backstage had a much deeper conversation.

"Teacher, is this song a temporary adaptation? It still sounds very good, and it is quite different from the original version."

"That's true. The teacher's adaptation is still as good as ever. If we choose him, the subsequent song interpretation should also have a lot of advantages."

"Anyway, if it were me, I would still choose a talented singer like Wang Xingrui. Our show is more about live singing, and she has the most experience in this regard."

But someone retorted: "It's not necessarily true. In fact, the audience's aesthetics is really much better now. They no longer simply think that whoever sings has a good voice. They are very smart and know how to distinguish whether the melody is good or bad. .And singer-songwriter originals are more likely to hit the market.”

"So what?" the person said disdainfully just now: "Could it be that creation can be learned in this program? For us, following Wang Xingrui is the fastest way to improve. Besides, doesn't Wang Xingrui also know how to write songs? Then she might as well be red."

"Zhou Yiyang is behind her, but what about us?" Others watched the debate between the two curiously: "And Wang Xingrui must have the most people, but there are so many places for each tutor. I think if it wasn't Those who are confident in their own strength should not choose Wang Xingrui, that is clearly a death group."

……

In a bar, or dining bar in Shencheng, Zhou Yiyang ordered the menu, and watched the adaptation student retreat.

"You don't seem to be out of character yet." From Zhou Yiyang's walk into the restaurant until now, he has noticed that Helianbei's state is very strange.He lowered his head and didn't say a word.

In that state, Zhou Yiyang had a relapse of his previous illness.

"Yeah." He Lianbei raised his head and finally said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, did I scare you?"

"Fortunately," Zhou Yiyang laughed: "After all, I wrote the script, so I also guessed your state after filming."

"Well, it's obvious that I know that I've finished the project, but as soon as I calm down, the scene in the movie will appear in my mind." He Lianbei finally lay down on the chair, unbuttoned a button, and said with a light smile: "Mr. Zhou, this only shows that your script this time is too good. Of course, Director Zhang's filming is also very good. I almost can't tell the difference between the inside and the outside of the play."

"Isn't it?" Zhou Yiyang handed him a piece of paper at this time: "After seeing me, haven't you come out yet?"

"It's much better now." He Lianbei realized that before he saw Zhou Yiyang, he seemed to be suppressing his emotions all the time.

In the dead of night, when he closes his eyes, he will think of the scenes shot in the movie.

He would also think of the small town they lived in, the city where almost no young people lived...

In those places, as long as you stay for a long time, you will find that they are completely consistent with the special fingers described by Zhou Yiyang in the movie.

In fact, He Lianbei didn't understand why Zhou Yiyang wrote such a depressing story.Nowadays, audiences like comedies, and he will lose money in all likelihood if he invests in such movies.

Now that He Lianbei saw Zhou Yiyang, he knew very well that the story was written by the person in front of him, so he felt a lot more relaxed.

"I heard from the teacher," Zhou Yiyang laughed: "You contributed textbook-level acting skills in this film. I have a hunch that you will be locked in next year's best actor. If you are lucky, the International Film Festival It should be rewarding as well.”

Helianbei didn't speak, but his expression showed his inner expectation.

(End of this chapter)