The auditions were the first round, with more than 1,200 people passing the number. After the baptism of the second round of the preliminary round, there were only 100 people left after three days.

Because the recording time is limited, the next competition will be broadcast nationwide, and the program team will no longer be able to sing on stage one by one like before, so a group of people will have to be eliminated.

Two days later, Fang Jing received a call notification asking him to gather in Taili the next day, and it was still the original waiting hall, but this time there were a lot less people.

The previous outfield host disappeared, and replaced it with the planner of the program team. A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing frameless glasses, was very gentle.

"Baba!" After everyone took their seats, the planner clapped his hands and turned his attention to him.

"First of all, congratulations on being here again, this means that you have taken another step forward from your dream. My name is He Kangsheng, and I am the program planner."

"Most of the people here should have watched the Voice of China Dream last season, and they also understand some of the rules of the competition, but I still have to say it again."

"A week later, only 70 of you 102 can show your singing voice to the audience across the country in the largest studio on Magic City Satellite TV."

"There is another round of knockout rounds before this. More than 30 people must leave regretfully. The song you are going to sing will be reported later. The program team can arrange the background music."

After saying that, He Kangsheng left, leaving only two operas to collect their song titles, "Is there any original one? If so, come and fill in the song title lyrics."

Experts are among the folk, and there are original musicians in this kind of large-scale music talent show every year, and the drama business yells as usual.

Who knew that seven or eight people stood up at once, Fang Jing was the youngest. Seeing so many people, Chen Xiang was shocked. He remembered that there were not so many original works in the last round.

"Don't stand stupidly, go get paper and pen!" Another experienced drama reminder.

"Okay, Brother Wang, I'll get it now!"

...

In the hall, seven or eight people were singing originals, burying their heads and writing, completely ignoring the seventy or eighty gazes around them.

"These guys are so awesome, they dare to sing original works."

"It's a pity that there are no composing cells, otherwise I would have sang the original one too. What if it becomes popular?"

"Tsk tsk tsk! Don't envy them, just a group of gamblers, you can't learn it."

"That's right, if you want me to say it's better to be steady and original, or something else, let's wait until it becomes popular in the future."

...

"What, are you envious?" Brother Wang of the drama manager slapped Chen Xiang on the shoulder.

Looking at the figures of Fang Jing and the others, Chen Xiang shook his head, "It's not a question, I just admire them a little. Do you think how many of these people can stand out?"

"I'm not a god, how could I know? It's not so easy to stand out. It's the right time, place and people are indispensable. But I think that boy has a little hope, and others are hanging on him."

"You mean Fang Jing? Why? Is he young?"

"It has nothing to do with age." Brother Wang shook his head and sighed, "The others have been playing music for a long time, at least seven or eight years, and more than ten years have been there.

Did you see the long hair? He has released an album and the fat woman. This morning, I played one of her songs on the radio on my car.

These people are stuck in the entertainment industry with half of their feet, and they can't get in and don't want to come out, so they'll be popular."

"They don't lack singing skills, but the only difference is opportunities and support from noble people. This time they came to be famous. The new songs either became a hit in one go, or they continued to struggle if they failed to advance."

Chen Xiang smacked his tongue, "Is this too risky? Since you don't lack singing skills, why not be more stable? Isn't it good to move forward step by step?"

"Tsk! You are still young and don't understand, so how can you advance so well. The scenery is different. I have seen his singing. He is a very talented and spiritual guy. As long as you have good luck, you will have a high chance of becoming famous in the future."

"Brother, you still have a good look at the photos? Then see if I have any chance of being popular?"

"roll!"

Among the crowd, Yu Meng was frowning with her head and frowned, looking at Fang Jing who was concentrating on her mind and burying her head to write lyrics, "Are you so confident?"

A few days ago, she heard that Fang Jing’s preliminary competition sang an original song. As for the quality, she didn’t know because she left early that day and the TV series has not been broadcast yet.

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, Fang Jing actually reported another original song. He is so brave, so he is not afraid of losing the streets?

"Hello brother, my name is Zhao Lei. I'm very happy to know you. I listened to your song that day and sang it very well."

Fang Jing had just finished delivering the order, and a young man wearing jeans and a rope chain around his neck grinned and greeted him.

"Zhao Lei? It turns out it's you!"

Fang Jing was stunned at first, then remembered who it was. The person in front of him was famous in the folk song circle, but in his previous life.

His Chengdu and A Diao are popular all over the country and are a genuine singer-songwriter.

Not only can he play or sing, but he can also compose music and write lyrics. Later, he signed a contract with an agency and held several concerts.

At that time, his career was on the rise, and he could not complete all kinds of commercial performances and variety shows. He was simply a rising star in the folk song world.

Who knew that this guy actually ran away at the critical moment and disappeared from the public's sight, because this kind of life was not what he wanted, he was too tired and had no time to create.

Fang Jing was both regretful and admired the singer's departure. In the entertainment industry, there were not many people who could withstand temptations.

Many singers’ representative works are written just before their debut, but they have no works after their popularity, and they have participated in many variety shows.

"Do you know me?" Zhao Lei was puzzled. Has this guy ever seen him singing on the street?

"I saw it a few days ago, but I don't know your name."

Fang Jing told the truth that he did meet Zhao Lei a few days ago, but he hadn't seen him for almost twenty years. His memory was a little blurry and he didn't recognize him for a while.

"Is that right? I wanted to say hello to you that day, but I didn't expect you to go too fast, so why don't you leave a phone number and communicate with everyone if you have time?"

Fang Jing was ashamed. Zhao Lei was already in his twenties at this time and his musical level was several levels higher than his. How dare he show off his skills?

Forget about communication, please keep the phone number. Another day, ask him if he wrote it in Chengdu, and if he didn't write it, he would be sold to him at a friendly price.

In his previous life, he was also a singer that Fang Jing liked very much. At worst, he could make less money.

...

When he came out of Magic City TV, Fang Jing rubbed his face with both hands. I don’t know if it was the butterfly effect. He remembered that Zhao Lei made his mark several years later and had never participated in a talent show before.

The world is a bit chaotic, many stars disappear, and many stars suddenly appear. It seems that you have to do more homework when you go back. Don’t be embarrassed if you hit Li Kui one day.

Three days later at 5 pm, in a large studio at Magic City TV Station, three mentors sat more than ten meters in front of the stage, and behind them were 500 viewers.

On the stage, a man and a female host were reading the opening remarks.

In the background, Fang Jing and Zhao Lei chatted together, and their names were behind, so it was not yet a turn.

"You two are so relaxed, not nervous at all." Yu Meng walked over with a smile. Today she wore a casual dress and deliberately sported her hair.

"Hello, my name is Yu Meng."

"Zhao Lei!"

Seeing Yu Meng reaching out his hand, Zhao Lei also symbolically grasped it.

"Fang Jing, I feel a little embarrassed if you stare at me like this."

"Ahem! Where did you buy your clothes? Isn't it cheap?"

"It's really not cheap, it's seven or eight thousand!"

"I didn't expect you to be a rich woman?"
Chapter completed!