What earthy singer?Please call me a middle-aged idol

Zhao Mo regretted it when he woke up the next day.

He himself is also strong and cowardly, so he actually hugged Zhang Jingwan to the bed and slept together.

It doesn't matter if he sleeps normally, after all, he also slept on Zhang Jingwan's bed last time.

The point is, Zhang Jingwan drank too much last night, so she insisted on hugging him and never letting go.

Zhao Mo had no choice but to let her curl up in his arms, and he was also extremely sleepy.

In this way, the two embraced through the long night.

It's just that the embarrassing scene that Zhao Mo expected didn't happen.

He opened his eyes, but Zhang Jingwan was not in his arms.

Could it be that he left?
That's okay, don't be embarrassed, everyone.

Just as Zhao Mo sat up and breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a sound of flushing from the bathroom in the bedroom.

Wearing a red nightdress and barefoot, Zhang Jingwan came out of the bathroom, stepped on the cold floor, walked to the side of the bed, lifted the warm quilt, got into the bed and slipped in.

This posture is clearly about to go back to sleep.

It's just that from walking out of the bathroom to going to bed, the whole process is very natural, a bit outrageously natural.

At least it made Zhao Mo on the bed dumbfounded.

Zhang Jingwan lay on the pillow, looked at the somewhat dull Zhao Mo, and smiled softly:
"What's your expression like?"

"No... nothing."

"It's too early, I'll sleep later..."

As Zhang Jingwan said, she covered her small mouth and yawned, then closed her beautiful eyes, and went back to sleep comfortably.

It was as if he regarded Zhao Mo next to him as air.

"Lie down if you want to sleep."

Zhang Jingwan, who closed her beautiful eyes, said softly.

Zhao Mo looked down.

Damn, there's only one pillow here!

……

"I haven't seen the marketing of player 987 recently, so I think he's a newcomer."

Nangong Jianye was having breakfast with his son Nangong Yu, analyzing contestant No. 987 who was in the limelight during the recent "Future Star" audition.

The strange thing is that the identity of contestant No. 987 has not been revealed yet, and even the title of the song sung during the online selection has not been announced.

But all the insiders have already started crazy marketing campaigns.

Contestant No. 987 didn't move at all. That's why Nangong Jianye thought he was a pure rookie.

"This person's singing skills are average, but his songwriting is excellent. When you are on the show, pay attention to him."

"Yeah." Nan Gongyu nodded.

Nangong Jianye spoke earnestly, and there was something in his words: "Popularity is only a supporting role for this show. If you want to win the championship, you still have to rely on hard power."

"Dad, don't worry, I don't intend to take the route of traffic artist from the beginning to the end, I will work hard to become a capable singer."

Nan Gongyu is very proud, but he is dismissive of contestant No. 987 who is in the limelight recently:
"There's nothing to worry about that contestant, it's just that his voice is a bit more prominent... Then, in the first episode, I want to try singing my own song."

Nangong Jianye was slightly surprised: "Are you serious?"

Nangong Jianye originally wanted to write songs for Nangong Yu along the way, so that Nangong Yu could win the championship.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Yu offered to sing a song he wrote himself.

Nangong Yu said seriously: "Dad, I have been studying abroad for so long, but I didn't intend to travel."

"Row."

Nangong Jianye smiled and nodded.

Although he still thinks it would be better to let his son sing the songs he wrote, being young is not a bad thing.

In fact, with Nan Gongyu's face alone, with a little marketing, you can gain a large number of female fans, and then embark on the route of traffic artists, which is just bad money.

But if Nan Gongyu thought so, he would not study abroad, let alone go to such lengths to participate in such a competition that can only be achieved by hard power.

He is the son of Nangong Tianwang, the second generation of stars in the eyes of outsiders.

His father's brilliance was too powerful, and when he wanted others to mention him, they would remember Nan Gongyu, not just the son of the king of heaven.

……

The audition for "Future Star" has ended, and one hundred contestants have passed the selection and can participate in the next main competition.

Today is the first day of the competition.

Penguin adopts the same model as "Idol Creation Camp".

The main game will be broadcast live, and after editing in the later stage, the hardcover period will be produced and published on the video platform.

The biggest difference between the live broadcast and the hardcover period is that the hardcover period concentrates the highlights of a program, shortens the program time, and adds some backstage daily tidbits.

In the studio built by Penguin, all the facilities have been prepared.

A hundred players have already taken their seats in the backstage lounge.

"Brother Yu, come, drink some water."

A man nodded and bowed at Nan Gongyu, offered to help him find a seat, offered to pour water for him, and served him well, like a dog's leg.

Nangong Yu took the water glass and put it aside instead of drinking it.

This person's name is Feng Jun, he is the son of the boss of a film and television company. His father specializes in web dramas and has very few resources in the music field, so he was sent to participate in "Future Star".

These were also what Feng Jun said when he introduced himself to Nan Gongyu on his own initiative.

For these flattering behaviors, Nan Gongyu was not rejected, but he also did not accept it readily, and remained cold from the beginning to the end.

Feng Jun sat beside Nan Gongyu with a smile, and then spoke:

"Brother Yu, what song will you sing today, can you tell me?"

"You'll know later." Nan Gongyu said calmly.

Seeing this, the other contestants around him were disdainful, while others were envious.

What's disdainful is that I look down on this Feng Jun with a hot face and a cold ass, and he sticks it so vigorously.

What I envy is that most of the players in the waiting room are ordinary people, and Feng Jun has no chance to curry favor with Nan Gongyu.

Nan Gongyu also saw that Feng Jun was also an insider, and his family's film and television company was also a bit small. If it were other players, he probably wouldn't bother to talk to him.

Feng Jun looked around, his eyes wandering in the noisy lounge for a while, a little curious: "I don't know who that mysterious number 987 is."

Originally, it was just a monologue, but it made Nan Gongyu beside him speak.

"His song is well written, but it's just that his voice is a bit special, and his singing skills are quite average."

"Brother Yu, do you think he will sing the song in the audition this time? I feel that he deliberately kept the name of the song not to be popular, just to sing it again for today's main competition."

The songs performed in the audition can continue to be performed in the main competition.

The original song sung by No. 987 was so popular during the audition period, it was only natural to continue singing it again on stage.

"Just sing it."

"Brother Yu, aren't you worried at all?"

"Worried?" Nan Gongyu chuckled, and said indifferently: "His song is really well written, but the song I'm going to sing today is not weak."

Hearing this, Feng Jun immediately nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, that's right, with your father's strength, it's not comparable to the number 987 to sprinkle water casually."

When Nangong Yu heard the words, his eyes turned cold, and he looked at Feng Jun unkindly:

"Do you think I can sing on stage only by relying on my dad?"

Seeing that the person he was fawning on was angry, Feng Jun was taken aback for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

"Brother Yu, did you write the song yourself?"

Nangong Yu glanced at him and said nothing.

Only then did Feng Jun realize that he had said the wrong thing, and offended the second generation, he quickly put a flattering smile on his face:
"I want to come to Brother Yu's works, which are also excellent, and I can feast my ears later."

Feng Jun seems to have learned a lot about his businessman father's tendency to follow others.

To be precise, it's talking nonsense to people, talking nonsense to hell.

You can't call this kind of person a dog licker.

Because he always only licks people who are stronger than himself, it is very likely that one day he will become a big boss himself.

Putting aside the so-called personality and face, it is not too easy to get more resources and cooperation just by saying something nice.

Hearing this, Nangong Yu's face softened a lot.

After a while, Nan Gongyu was about to go to the bathroom, but he didn't know the direction.

It was time for Feng Jun to play, and he quickly stepped forward to lead the way.

The two just walked to the door of the lounge.

A long-haired man walking with his head buried accidentally bumped into Nan Gongyu.

"Hey, don't you look at the road when you walk?"

Feng Jun hurriedly jumped out to protect the Lord.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Xue Yang quickly apologized.

Feng Jun wanted to say something, but was stopped by Nan Gongyu.

Nangong Yu's tone was flat: "It's just a touch. I'm not rich, so I'm not exaggerating."

"Yes, Brother Yu is right."

Feng Jun nodded and bowed.

He also used too much force just now, but Nan Gongyu didn't expect that he didn't like it.

Nan Gongyu glanced at the ordinary man in front of him, didn't say anything, and walked away without saying anything.

Although Nan Gongyu is proud, this kind of pride does not allow him to bully others by relying on his father's identity. In his eyes, this kind of stupid behavior can only be done by a dude.

And this kind of dude is also the kind who can only rely on his parents and has no future in his life.

As for him, there are bigger goals.

Seeing that the other party didn't make things difficult for him, Xue Yang also breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't see who I bumped into just now, so why does it feel familiar?

Forget it, let's go find a seat and sit down first.

……

The live show has officially started.

On the stage, the host is introducing the rules.

This music variety show is not only a competition, but also a youth training camp for Penguin to select newcomers.

The rules of the competition are very simple, 100 contestants take turns to sing, and then the judges score.

A live broadcast, often lasting several hours, will be edited into three hardcover programs, and then released on the video platform.

Penguin held "Rising Star" mainly for the purpose of selecting candidates, not to make money from this program.

After all, a talent show that only talks about hard skills lacks entertainment, and the audience will look very boring. Unlike other music shows, even if it is a talent show, it has to deliberately create topics.

Penguin has a clear idea, as long as there are people.

Although a lot of gimmicks have been created, it is not intended to make money from this show.

It is only necessary for the show to become popular in a short period of time, and a wave of popularity will erupt to create momentum for the players who are about to sign. This is also for the convenience of the future development of the players.

There are only four live broadcasts in total, and three main games. After the competition, the accumulated total points will be directly ranked, and then you can sign people.

Finally, there will be a performance-style live broadcast, only signed players can participate.

The host quickly finished introducing the rules.

The voting rules are very simple.

There were a total of [-] music professionals on the scene, including music teachers, behind-the-scenes, and music company managers. They were all invited by Penguin to be judges.

After the contestants sang a song, the judges raised their placards to vote, with a full score of [-]. The rules are so simple and straightforward.

"Please, the first contestant will perform on stage!"

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Nan Gongyu's performance sequence was arranged very high, appearing in the order of No.11.

You must know that a live broadcast that lasts for several hours is a very difficult thing for both the contestants and the judges.

Although the "Future Star" program team strictly followed Penguin's requirements and kept no insider information, contestants of Nan Gongyu's level were indeed a bit special.

After all, he is the son of the king of heaven, and it is quite normal for the program team to try to save face for the king of heaven.

In addition, it's just a preferential treatment in order, it doesn't hurt.

After Nangongyu came to the stage, he closed his eyes.

When the accompaniment sounded, all kinds of classical musical instruments from the Xia Kingdom appeared, and the familiar national wind rushed over.

Hundreds of judges at the scene knew that this was the son of the king of heaven, and they listened more seriously.

"This arrangement is not bad. The Chinese style is very authentic. It's not as fancy as the Chinese national style songs on the Internet. It's more natural."

"I guess it's Nangong Tianwang's handwriting?"

"No, no, I have the impression that Nangong Tianwang has never written a national style song, right?"

Not long after, Nan Gongyu raised the microphone and slowly sang:
"The silent crows and sparrows in the suburbs..."

"Luoyang City is famous in history..."

At this moment, he opened his eyes.

The singing is quiet and the accompaniment is slow, and a picture scroll full of years is slowly unfolding.

Unlike those previous players, Nan Gongyu was extremely confident.

Whether it is the control of the stage or the typhoon, he is not like a rookie singer at all, but more like a professional singer who has been in the field for a long time.

This is not difficult to understand, the tiger father has no dogs, and Nan Gongyu has also undergone systematic study and training abroad.

The singing is gradual.

It seemed like the climax was about to hit.

However, at this time, a surprising thing happened.

The moment Nangong Yu raised his hand, a high-pitched voice burst out and he began to show off his skills.

The tone of the singing fluctuated rapidly, with waves rising and falling, instantly grabbing the attention of all the judges in the audience.

After showing off his skills, Nan Gongyu didn't stop, and directly switched to an opera style.

"Hanging a pen in the world to paint a cold and icy moon..."

Hundreds of judges at the scene were speechless, and some even stared wide-eyed.

Not to mention the treble part, Nan Gongyu's perfect control of breath, not to mention the lung capacity that supports him to show off his skills for a long time, few people can do this switching of the opera so naturally.

"Didn't Nan Gongyu study abroad? How can he know how to play?"

"Are you sure this is Nangong Tianwang's handwriting? Why doesn't it feel like his style?"

"Sure enough, the tiger father has no dogs, Nan Gongyu's singing skills are too demonic!"

What is a demon?
It's too good to be true, it looks too evil among the newcomers!

The hundreds of judges at the scene were really amazed.

Not long after, Nan Gongyu's singing ended.

The moment the singing stopped.

There was loud applause at the scene.

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ps: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.