How did I become famous?

Chapter 143 I Want to See Teacher Fang (Third Update! Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

The program format is not the mentor's swivel chair format.

After all, none of these eight players will join any team.

So what's going on with this situation?

In fact, up until now, the audience has no idea what these people look like.

They will start out standing inside a closed conical tower, which is located right in the center of the stage.

The eliminated contestants will then reveal their true identities.

However, the show "Amateur Singer" emphasizes authenticity.

So their show didn't actually start just now.

It started a month or two ago.

Those segments were edited into episodes and aired beforehand, so the official live broadcast only happened after the top 32 contestants.

So Su Murin did indeed cut in line.

However, the person she replaced didn't lose out either. The agency under the Su Group has already signed her and promised to release at least one album for her.

This time it's the round of 32 to 8.

However, unlike the previous conical tower format, the top 32 teams were required to reveal their true forms.

Because this is a singing competition, the contestants who actually make it onto the stage don't need to be super handsome or beautiful, but at the very least, their appearance needs to be presentable.

It's actually quite simple.

If two people have different vocal qualities and singing skills, the one with the better vocal qualities and singing skills will definitely be the first choice.

If the two are not too different, the one with better appearance may have some advantage.

This was inevitable.

The top 32 contestants were divided into 16 groups, with each group consisting of two people competing against each other. The winners advanced and the losers were eliminated based on the judges' evaluations.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Su Mulin was scheduled to appear last in the last group.

More than an hour later, it was finally Su Mulin's group's turn.

Fang Bie, sitting in front of the television, yawned and sat up straight.

To be honest, the music at the beginning was indeed quite good thanks to the sound system that Su Mulin bought.

But the singing.

He didn't hear any rap music he liked, and the other genres were all sorts of random things like blues, jazz, and soul.

Anyway, don't listen to those judges' comments, they seem so impressive.

But to be honest, he really thought there were quite a few unpleasant things in it.

Now it's finally Su Mulin's turn.

She was in the same group as another girl, but that girl was probably more like Mariah Carey from Fang Bie's previous life.

Unfortunately, it's far from good enough.

When she reached the highest note, even a layman like Fang Bie could hear that her voice cracked slightly.

Before Su Mulin took the stage, the program switched to a segment of pre-competition interviews.

"Hello, contestant number 32, could you please introduce yourself?"

"Su Mulin".

"Um, how are the preparations going?"

"generally."

"Okay, could you reveal the song you've prepared?"

"Original content".

"Wow, that's amazing! Did you write the song yourself?"

"No, someone else wrote it for me; this is the first time."

"Oh, that's a rare original song! We'll look forward to your performance!"

Original songs, written by others. Fang Bie stroked his chin: "Looks like you've already finished a few songs? Tsk, I should have given you 'Exaggeration' instead."

In many of the entertainment novels he had read in his previous life, singing talent shows all featured exaggerated performances.

I don't know why.

But since everyone uses exaggeration, there must be a reason for it.

Fang Bie wouldn't mind learning it.

Unfortunately, he couldn't remember all the lyrics to the song either.

Contrary to what Fang Bie imagined, "The Amateur Singer" is actually a very popular show.

After all, the show's premise is authenticity and live broadcast.

And the same was true in the previous season, with many amateur singers signing contracts and debuting directly.

And afterwards, the media didn't dig up any dirt on the show, so "The Amateur Singer" still holds a pretty high place in the hearts of netizens.

However, when Fang Bie traveled through time, the first season of "The Amateur Singer" had already ended.

So when Su Murin took the stage, netizens were in an uproar.

They had only ever seen girls like this, who looked like they stepped out of a painting, on wallpapers!

With waist-length hair, a cool and handsome face, and a white men's shirt paired with light blue jeans, he looked incredibly dashing.

Unlike some other contestants, she didn't seem flustered in the face of such a dazzling stage.

Her eyes were calm and serene, and some netizens even felt that she was looking down on everyone with a detached and indifferent air.

Fang Bie stared at Su Mulin on TV, lost in thought.

This girl is exactly the same as the ideal girl in his dream.

But here's the question: why did she take her own shirt?

And

"Damn, this meat is growing way too obediently."

Curvy and shapely.

I can't say any more.

Smelling the familiar, faint scent of tobacco on her body, Su Mulin felt very at ease.

That's right, the outfit she chose for herself was Fang Bie's shirt.

Singing Fang Bie's songs and wearing his clothes, Su Mulin felt very at ease.

And Fang Bie, he should be watching me right now too.

Close your eyes, then open them again. A mentor across the stage speaks: "Tell us your story."

Su Mulin raised the microphone: "I have never seen my mother since I was born. She passed away not long after I took action. My father raised my two siblings and me with great difficulty since I was a child."

Netizens immediately felt a familiar sense of warmth and familiarity wash over them.

Indeed, a singing show without playing the victim is incomplete!

They're back! They're all back!

But the next moment, the style of the painting completely changed.

"I was very poor when I was a child. Other children wanted toy airplanes and cars, and their parents would buy them for them. But it was different for me. I wanted high-speed trains, fighter jets, and warships, but my father only bought me old train cars, private planes, and yachts."

The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; no one made a sound.

"Other children's parents would take them to amusement parks, but my father wouldn't. He wouldn't even book an entire amusement park. He would just buy out whichever amusement park I wanted to go to."

"I also want to have my own dolls, but I don't want an entire doll company. What I want is that sense of anticipation, not for them to make dolls according to my ideas."

"Just like any other girl, I buy all sorts of pretty clothes. Occasionally, my vanity gets the better of me and I buy one or two designer items. I don't want all the luxury stores to belong to my family, or for me to design all the clothes I wear every day. That's not happiness at all, and that's not the life I want."

There was a light in her eyes that was hard to look directly at: "So I chose to pursue my dream. Fortunately, I met someone who understands me. He wrote a song for me. His talent is far superior to mine, which is why I came to this stage."

Viewers at home and on their computers fell silent.

The audience fell silent.

The other players also fell silent.

All four mentors fell silent.

Even the host forgot to create a lively atmosphere, and the production team forgot to remind them to say something.

After a long pause, the director was the first to react. He reminded Ye Lun through his earpiece, "Teacher Ye, say something."

What the hell can I say? I was already heartbroken by her brother every day, and now I have to be heartbroken by his sister too?

But Yellen was a professional after all, and he forced a smile: "Well, please continue your performance."

Su Mulin nodded and sat down at the piano.

She rolled up her shirt sleeves to her elbows, revealing her fair forearms: "The song I'm going to perform is an original song by teacher Fang Biefang, called 'Sunny Day'."

Lin Qingjie, whose stomach was still aching, sat up straight.

His biggest expectation today is for this player, Su Mulin.

However, what I was looking forward to was not this "tragic" pretty girl, but rather the different songs she would bring.

At this moment, Su Mulin no longer had any thoughts of anyone else in her mind.

She placed her long, slender fingers on the piano and closed her eyes.

She felt a resonance, not between herself and the piano, but between herself and Fang Bie's songs.

Fang put all the things he wanted to say into the song, and he himself had to perfectly interpret the emotions in the song.

The piano prelude began.

Ye Lun laughed, Lin Qingjie narrowed his eyes, and the other two mentors, a man and a woman, also sat up straight.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

No matter what, these four people are all highly skilled at playing various musical instruments.

They all know a lot about the piano, of course.

The intro is excellent, conveying a subtle sense of melancholy and loss.

But the piano performance was even better.

There was even a faint thought in the minds of the four of them that this girl's piano skills were better than all four of theirs combined.

Immediately afterwards, the singing began.

"The Little Yellow Flower in the Story"

It's been floating since the year I was born.

Swinging in the same year

"It's been swaying with my memories ever since."

The piano was played softly.

Later, guitar and drum sounds were added.

Su Mulin spoke.

That voice, with its blend of a girl's clear, crisp tone and a mature woman's husky, languid quality, blossomed before the world at that moment.

Many people who were doing other things with the TV on paused slightly and put down what they were doing to sit in front of the TV.

In front of the computer, all the sarcastic or jokingly sarcastic comments that were originally there have disappeared.

It's like the bullet screen system is stuck.

"This song"

The audience, which had been somewhat noisy due to Su Mulin's "playing the victim," fell silent.

Lin Qingjie even stood up.

Ye Lun squinted and clapped his hands gently in time with the drumbeats.

Inside Fang Mu's company, Fang Bie, sitting on the living room sofa, looked at the dazzling girl in the white shirt on the 70-inch 4K TV and unconsciously lit a cigarette.

The familiar melody brought back his memories of the past.

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We have indeed noticed many shortcomings and are currently working hard to bring them back.

My friend recommended a book to me called "Story Strategy: 23 Essential Story Paragraphs for Film Screenplays".

I bought a book and am studying it now; it seems to be quite useful.

(End of this chapter)