He was in college, but his songs were at the Grammys.

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight commotion arose from the audience.

Three tracks?

Wang Weizhou raised his hand to suppress the noise, and waited for it to subside before continuing:

"The program team hopes that while focusing on competing in their own track, the contestants can also appreciate each other and learn from each other's understanding and attitude towards music."

He smiled:

"I've observed you young people, some of the contestants in popular tracks. You may seem to be 'joking around' in life, but you are extremely serious about your music profession and have a deep understanding of the needs of the market and society."

"Ethnic vocalists draw inspiration from local culture and life scenes, and their works are rooted in life and close to tradition."

"The advantage of bel canto singers lies in the fact that, after long-term training, their voice accuracy and the tension of their musical expression are of high quality and standard."

His tone became more serious:

"What 'Chinese Singers' aims to do is break down cognitive barriers and stereotypes, allowing the public to see the professional attitudes and aesthetic connotations of practitioners from different music genres."

The audience was silent.

Everyone listened attentively.

Wang Weizhou continued:

"Music changes with the times. With the advancement of technology and the updating of practitioners' knowledge structure, singers are encouraged to keep up with the times. We must take into account the feelings of the general audience and make the musical expression more down-to-earth."

He looked at the contestants below the stage, a smile playing on his lips:

"Tomorrow, you will have your first stage performance since joining this program, a ranking performance."

"You can choose any one of the three tracks to rate. The higher the rating, the more benefits you will receive."

He paused deliberately, keeping everyone in suspense:

"As for the specific benefits, you'll find out tomorrow. I won't go into more detail."

He glanced at the entire room one last time:

"Get a good rest tonight, see you tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away from the stage.

The room was left full of contestants, looking at each other in bewilderment.

As soon as Wang Weizhou left, the room erupted in chaos.

"Three tracks!"

"Folk, bel canto, pop... this is going to encompass all types of singers!"

Which one do you choose?

"I'm sure I'll be popular; that's my style all along."

"I'm a bit conflicted. I studied bel canto, but I also sing pop songs in my spare time..."

"Then choose the one you're best at. The higher the rating, the more benefits you'll get. Teacher Wang already said that."

Fu Yun sat back in his chair, his brows furrowed, lost in thought.

Neither Chen Ming nor Xia Die disturbed him, waiting for him to figure things out on his own.

After a long while, Fu Yun raised her head, her eyes becoming firm: "I'll choose the beautiful voice."

Xia Die raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure?"

Fu Yun nodded, her tone serious:

"I originally studied vocal music, and I'm quite good at bel canto. Although I can sing pop songs, my forte is bel canto. In the ranking performance, I definitely have to give it my all."

His eyes lit up, and he chuckled, "Besides, think about it, there are definitely fewer people in the bel canto track! Less competition!"

Chen Ming and Xia Die exchanged a glance and both smiled.

Fu Yun's way of thinking is quite unique.

"And you, senior?" Fu Yun asked Xia Die.

Xia Die thought for a moment and said, "I'll choose pop. I've been following the pop route all these years, and changing tracks at the last minute is more likely to cause problems."

She looked at Chen Ming: "Junior, what about you?"

Chen Ming casually replied, "I guess I'm into that trend too."

This answer is not surprising at all.

From "Big City, Small Love" to "Special Person" to "Ode to Young China," he has always presented himself to the outside world as a pop singer.

Although his bel canto and folk singing skills are also quite good.

But there's no need to reveal all your cards at the beginning.

The popular tracks are sufficient.

Xia Die nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Fu Yun suddenly said from the side:

"Hey, what track do you guys think Shen Yuewan will choose?"

Chen Ming paused for a moment, then thought of the girl who strode with an air of indifference and a determined look in her eyes, as if she were about to join the Party:

"She must be trendy, right?"

After all, she is an original singer-songwriter, and her songs are all in the pop style.

Fu Yun said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

But the expression on his face clearly carried a strange meaning.

The discussion gradually subsided.

Staff began guiding the athletes to the dormitory area.

Stepping out of the studio, there's a long corridor with promotional posters for "China's Top Singers" hanging on both sides.

It was already dark outside the window.

The city lights twinkled in the distance.

Chen Ming walked in the crowd, with Fu Yun and Xia Die beside him.

Fu Yun was still excitedly talking about Wang Weizhou:

"My idol just looked at me, did you see?! He looked at me!"

Xia Die rolled her eyes in exasperation:

"He was looking at the whole audience, not just you."

"Well, you did look at me! Almost exactly, you made eye contact with me!"

"You win."

As Chen Ming listened to the two bickering, he looked up at the night sky ahead.

Tomorrow, the ratings performance.

Three tracks, seventy-two contestants.

And then there are the individual players who are kept in the background.

He was thinking about what song he should perform.

The dormitory area is in a building next to the studio, with two people per room, and the conditions are quite good.

Chen Ming and Fu Yun were assigned to the same room.

As soon as Fu Yun entered the room, she collapsed onto the bed, lay on her back, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Finally I can lie down, today was so exciting."

Chen Ming put his luggage away and sat down on the edge of the bed.

The room was quiet, with only the slight hum of the air conditioner running.

Fu Yun rolled over and looked at Chen Ming: "Chen Ming, what rating do you think I'll get tomorrow?"

Chen Ming thought for a moment and said seriously, "If you do your best, you should do well."

Fu Yun blinked: "That's it?"

Chen Ming laughed: "So what do you want to hear? I'll help you think of a way to sing it."

Fu Yun laughed too, flipped back over, and stared at the ceiling:

"Forget it, I won't ask you anymore. I'll try my best myself."

He paused, then suddenly said:

"But to be honest, I'm really happy to be on this show with the two of you."

Chen Ming didn't speak, he just listened.

Fu Yun lowered his voice: "Although I am not as good as you, being able to stand on the same stage and fight alongside you... this feeling is not bad."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Then Chen Ming spoke, his voice calm: "Then give it your all."

Fu Yun turned her head and looked at him.

Chen Ming leaned against the headboard, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

In the darkness of night, the city lights flickered on and off in the distance.

"No matter how far things end up," he said, "at least I won't have any regrets."

Fu Yun looked out the window: "Okay."

He turned back and continued staring at the ceiling.

Anyway!

He can't let Jiang Yi down!

Neither of them spoke again.

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning.

The ranking stage for "Chinese Singers" has officially begun.

All the lights in the studio came on, and five silver flagpoles stood in the center of the stage, each corresponding to a mentor.

Each mentor holds a flag; displaying a flag signifies awarding a grade.

One point for each flag, out of a total of five points.

Five points correspond to Grade S, four points to Grade A, three points to Grade B, two points to Grade C, and one point to Grade D.

The scoring criteria for different tracks vary in emphasis, but the core remains the same: technique, emotion, and expressiveness, all three combined.

The audience was seated in seventy-two chairs.

On the stage, the five mentors sat side by side.