Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

As soon as he finished speaking, the stage lights softened.

Suddenly, with a "snap," a beam of moon-white light, like moonlight, enveloped Yang Rui, who was holding a guitar.

On the big screen, the song information slowly appeared.

The Twelve-String Moon over Yinghong

Singer: Yang Rui

Lyrics by: Qin Hanwen

Composer: Qin Hanwen

The backstage instrument section was very quiet, while on stage Yang Rui's fingers gently plucked the nylon strings.

The overtones resonated, ethereal like water droplets falling into an ancient well.

Immediately afterwards, a recurring guitar melody flowed from Yang Rui's fingers.

Ling Luo's eyebrows twitched slightly.

It is the most classic flamenco piece, Bulería (12 beats in a loop).

Nan Ye'an's pupils contracted, and she couldn't help but mutter, "What a bold change."

He forcibly moved the traditional accents from the third, sixth, eighth, tenth, and twelfth beats to the second, seventh, and tenth beats.

Nan Ye'an and Ling Luo turned their heads, their eyes met, and then they turned their gazes back to the stage.

This change transformed the original cheerful and stable 12-beat loop into a dizzying, precarious feeling.

Gu Yang subconsciously reached out and grabbed Ling Luo's clothes from behind. "This rhythm... it's so strange, it's making me a little uneasy."

Ling Luo turned slightly and whispered a reassuring remark, "Teacher Qin is using rhythm to simulate emotions; it's a very clever technique."

"Oh, just like when you used the guzheng to simulate a natural typhoon in class last time." Gu Yang nodded thoughtfully, then looked back at the stage.

Ling Luo was also drawn to the music on stage.

The intro to this song not only has a good rhythm, but the arrangement is also very clever.

If you listen carefully, you can hear two guitar tracks: one is a warm and mellow nylon string, and the other is a clear and hard steel string.

The two timbres intertwine, like a person who has both a hard shell and a soft heart, creating a strong sense of contrast.

Before long, the music became richer, with the slow, steady beat of the cajon drum mixed with the faint sound of a ship's whistle coming from afar, and the scraping sound of an old cassette tape turning.

The overall tone of the music is filled with loneliness.

After the prelude, Yang Rui's voice slowly began, as clean as moonlight on silk.

  

"The shadow on the white wall, reaching the ninth square,"

The sound of the bell echoed on the stone steps, shattering into patterns resembling porcelain shards.

My name is very small, written by the wind.

After the market closed, on the lemon tree leaves,

After listening to the first four sentences, Nan Ye'an smiled and tilted her head towards Qin Hanwen, "Not bad, Teacher Qin."

Qin Hanwen rolled his eyes at Nan Ye'an.

Singing Spanish-style songs in Chinese feels a bit out of place; it can't be too over the top, nor can it be too lightly Chinese.

After listening to the beginning, everyone felt that if the chorus didn't have any novel elements, the song might be doomed.

Just as I was thinking this, Yang Rui's singing on stage began the transition before the chorus.

"¡Olé! Pero no para la fiesta,"

(Cheers! But not for celebration!)

"Bajo la luna de doce cuerdas."

(Under a twelve-stringed moon.)

Everyone was taken aback and quickly sat up straight.

Nan Ye'an leaned forward, adjusted his glasses, and said incredulously, "Spanish?"

"Wow, Yang Rui speaks Spanish?"

Just as everyone finished their surprise, the chorus began on stage as scheduled.

"Yo tuno las estrellas con versos rotos,"

(I tune the stars with fragmented verses.)

"Yel compás~~~ se lo lleva la marea."

(And the rhythm... is carried away by the tide.)

That single "Olé," a high octave or more, was effortlessly and skillfully delivered by Yang Rui as she sat on the stage with her guitar... and finished the performance.

As the music ended, the last note dissipated into the air.

When singers watch each other, Gu Yang's hands almost trembled as he watched Yang Rui.

"Wow, Yang Rui is that strong?"

Ling Luo nodded in agreement, "Teacher Qin's performance of this song by Teacher Yang added a lot of charm."

Gu Yang nodded blankly, like a chick pecking at rice.

too strong.

Ling Luo was amused by him. "It's our turn now."

"Thank you both for the exciting match! Now, we're about to begin our final battle of the night!"

Yu Hongchang's voice rang out again, drawing everyone's attention back to the final showdown.

"He is a long-established evergreen in the music industry, a top-notch songwriter with countless hit songs, Mr. Le Hong!"

The camera focused on Le Hong, who slowly stood up, his expression calm, and nodded slightly to the audience.

"And his opponent is the biggest dark horse of the season, a rising star who has captivated everyone with a series of stylistically diverse works—Ling Luo!"

The spotlight shone on Ling Luo, and the audience erupted in a thunderous roar of cheers.

"Their duel is about—Russia!"

On the big screen, Le Hong's name and Ling Luo's name were displayed side by side, with a huge VS symbol in the middle.

"According to the rules, the attacking team will go first! Let's give a warm round of applause to Teacher Le Hong and his singer!"

Le Hong's singer walked out of the passage. Ni Yuelan was wearing a black long fur coat and leather shorts. She held a microphone in her hand and waved wildly to the audience as soon as she appeared.

"Ah, it's Teacher Ni, it's Teacher Ni."

"National goddess, both sweet and sassy, ​​she's a part of my youth."

Ba Meng sat in Ling Luo's singer group, her hands supporting her chin.

"Sister Ni is so cool."

The internet exploded.

[It's Teacher Ni Yuelan! My goodness! Is this a special event for close friends?]

[Uh!!! Ling Luo: Sister Ni, I want to participate in an international competition. Ni Yuelan: Okay, I'll definitely be your biggest obstacle.]

[Upstairs, no, Ling Luo would probably say: "Sister Ni, could you please return my copy of 'A Little Happiness'? Thank you."]

Ling Luo was also a little confused. In the last episode, only three teachers who were supposed to be there to challenge the creators came to play games and form groups.

He had no idea that he would encounter Ni Yuelan in the very first blocking match.

Gu Yang blinked: "Oh my god, Binbin is in danger."

Gu Yang was filled with thoughts. Ni Yuelan made her appearance, and he wondered what kind of rumors would be spread about her online by the haters.

It's nothing more than saying their relationship has fallen apart.

Ni Yuelan couldn't stand their arrogance anymore.

If Teacher Ni were to give them a look later, it might even be interpreted as something like a confrontational statement.

Thinking it over, Gu Yang secretly took out his phone to send a message to Shao Hui, preparing for public relations.

Ling Luo, who was in front, had already put her phone in her pocket.

[Hey, didn't you guys notice? Suo Binbin came from the singing competition show "Changba," and Teacher Ni was a mentor on Changba, meaning he was Suo Binbin's teacher... So, is this the legendary master-disciple battle?]

Wow, that's so exciting!!!

[Ahhh, I love master-disciple rivalry the most! Go, Teacher Ni, show the younger generation what it means to be a veteran with undiminished skill.]

[Go Binbin! Leave your seniors in the dust!]

As the music begins, a majestic symphony unfolds, with the sounds of the balalaika and accordion intertwining, instantly transporting the listener to the vast snowfields of Russia.

Song information is displayed on the large screen.

Birch

Singer: Ni Yuelan

Lyrics by: Le Hong

Composer: Le Hong