This star’s style is wrong

Chapter 2 A group of drama queens

Fang Xing did not follow the script these people imagined, but said with a serious expression: "Adhering to a professional attitude, there is something I must say. It is best to use another person to sing the last two lines of the chorus."

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

The lyrics are determined on the day of song selection, and not everyone can sing whichever line they want.

After all, there are only a few outstanding passages in a song.

In order to provide on-demand data, the program team must allocate the most outstanding parts to popular contestants.

The performance is tonight, and it’s obviously a bit rushed to have someone else sing the chorus just now.

When Wu Junchen heard Fang Xing's words, surprise and displeasure flashed across his face for a moment.

As soon as the camera rolled over, he immediately put on a humble expression and asked, "Do you think I can't sing well?"

Fang Xing shrugged and spread his hands, saying nothing, but his expression said everything.

Wu Junchen's eyes darkened and his tone turned cold: "You want to sing the last two lines, right? Okay, I'll sing them for you."

The highest note in the last two lines of the chorus of "That Girl" is D5.

Fang Xing only needs to use a little mixing skills, and playing on D5 is just like playing.

However, since the five sets of scales have not been trained, there is no problem in crushing the Yutang Bureau contestants, but they cannot reach the singing level they pursue.

Therefore, Fang Xing pointed at a member of Class B beside him: "Let him sing."

Before the rehearsal yesterday, this student from Class B named Guo Haoyu came to the training room in advance to practice singing and sang the entire song.

When Fang Xing was doing vocal exercises, he heard the chorus he sang, and the last two lines were okay.

Guo Haoyu didn't expect that a hot potato was suddenly thrown into his hand. His eyes widened and he waved his hands quickly: "No, no, I can't sing. I can't sing. Let's let the captain sing. The captain's high notes are so strong."

He is not stupid. Now he has snatched Wu Junchen's lyrics. If these scenes are cut into the main film, his Weibo will be flooded by Wu Junchen's fans on the day it is broadcast.

Seeing that Guo Haoyu was quite sensible, Wu Junchen revealed a subtle sneer at the corner of his mouth, then turned to Fang Xing and said:

"Since you think I can't sing well, then you can sing it. We still have half a day to practice the chorus with you."

It takes half a day, and there is only one D5 note.

It’s not impossible to sing if you have to.

At least there is no problem in crushing Wu Junchen.

Fang Xing looked at his dramatic expression, and the little devil in his heart just didn't want him to be proud and was ready to take the trouble.

That's when.

The director of the program team on the side quickly stepped forward to dissuade him: "The time is too tight, the dance and walking positions have been arranged, and cannot be changed. We can only sing according to the original arrangement. There is no need to discuss this topic. Let's continue rehearsing."

In any variety show, the directing team has the final say.

Only those with a high status are qualified to bargain with the director team.

The trainees on this show are not even top-tier artists, so naturally they do whatever the director says.

Fang Xing didn't bother to argue with the directing team. Anyway, it was just one song and he was done with it.

So, I put the headphones back into my ears and continued rehearsing.

During lunch break.

The director called Fang Xing aside and asked: "After the rankings for tonight's performance are announced, there will be a PK session. Each team has a PK spot. Students in Class F have to prepare a PK song. What have you decided on? Really? Hurry up and submit the song title, the director will prepare the accompaniment."

Fang Xing picked up the towel on the shelf, wiped his sweat, thought for a moment and replied, "Is it okay if I finish the accompaniment in the afternoon and take it over?"

"Then hurry up. If you're not ready before the performance, you'll have to sing a cappella."

After asking about PK's song, the director said, "By the way, someone is looking for you in the lobby on the first floor. Go and take a look."

Fang Xing showed a puzzled expression: "Is someone looking for me?"

The director reminded in a low voice: "They are two beautiful girls. I have to remind you that during the broadcast of the show, no negative news can be spread."

In the previous seasons of "Rising Star", there were incidents where trainees made negative news, which resulted in the program being forced to be taken off the shelves for rectification.

For this reason, in the next few seasons, trainees will be required not to spread negative news during the broadcast of the show.

Reminding trainees to pay attention to their personal life style is also part of the director's work.

Fang Xing lived a very self-disciplined life, so he didn't care about the director's reminder. He agreed, left the training room, and walked towards the lobby on the first floor.

After Fang Xing walked away, a staff member of the program team chatted with the director: "Sister Lan, this trainee is from Class F. He was eliminated after tonight's performance. Entertainment reporters don't have time to dig up information about him. Don’t worry about bad press.”

The choreographer, who was called Sister Lan, looked at Fang Xing's back and said, "Actually, he looks quite handsome, but the practice time is too short."

The staff lamented: "Nowadays, fans don't like this one much. You have to be a little bit more sexy to become famous."

When Fang woke up and went to the lobby on the first floor of the studio building, he did see two girls waiting outside the entrance guard.

One of the girls was tall and pretty, with long, slightly curly hair that was draped over her shoulders and combed behind her ears, revealing a star-shaped earring.

When Fang Xing saw the pretty girl, his heart tightened.

Because this woman's name is Chen Shirong, she is the original owner's Bai Yueguang.

My predecessor was a college classmate of hers, in the same school but in a different class. He started chasing her in his sophomore year, but he couldn't catch her for two years.

The predecessor was quite infatuated, but just a little silly.

Fang Xing now recalled this part of his memory and found that many details showed that this Chen Shirong was not Bai Yueguang. She had been raising fish here.

Next to Chen Shirong stood another round-faced girl named Wang Mantong, who was Chen Shirong's roommate and best friend.

When the round-faced girl saw Fang Xing appear, she immediately waved and shouted in a commanding tone: "Fang Xing, come here!"

Fang Xing asked through the door, "Is something wrong?"

The round-faced girl pushed a large cardboard box into Fang Xing's arms and said, "Take it!"

Fang Xing didn't understand what this meant. He looked down at the contents in the carton and frowned.

The cartons were filled with records, photos and posters.

The person on the record cover looks a little familiar, it's clearly Wu Junchen.

The round-faced girl said arrogantly: "Take it and sign it for our idol. You must sign it before the performance tonight. Otherwise, you won't be able to see him when you are eliminated tonight."

Fang Xing's nausea worsened, and he glanced at the two women indifferently.

Chen Shirong brushed the strands of hair around her ears and said nothing from the beginning to the end, looking like she was peacefully passing through the years.

"Eliminate me? You guys are so funny."

Fang Xing twitched his lips, threw the carton into the trash can next to him, then turned around and left.

The round-faced girl immediately became furious and climbed over the door to pick up Wu Junchen's album and poster. She angrily cursed: "Are you crazy? If you dare to throw our husband into the trash can, it will be over for you!"

The guard immediately stepped forward to stop him: "You can't come in without the access card."

The round-faced girl held the cardboard box and was asked out by the guard.

She returned to Chen Shirong and said angrily: "Shirong, isn't this guy your licking dog? What's wrong with you today? He even threw our husbands away. No, I want to take a photo and send it to Super Chat so that Jimeis can Scold him to death."

Chen Shirong looked at Fang Xing's back with a surprised expression.

In her impression, Fang Xing would never refuse any of her requests, but this time he seemed to be a different person.

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