Chapter 326

"So strict, this song is quite good, actually it's just pending." Ai Wei said while frowning while applauding.

Miss Luo Quan smiled and said: "After all, it is pop music, it is normal for academy teachers not to like it. If it were a classical pure music of the same level, it would probably pass."

Ai Wei had a bitter face: "Mine is rock, I'm afraid it's even worse."

Miss Luo Quan comforted: "Don't be afraid of failure. Besides, you are on stage this time for exercise. Whether you can pass the preliminary round is actually not important."

"That's true."

The competition continued, and the contestants also brought their works to the stage for teachers and classmates to appreciate. The quality of the works was good and bad. However, no matter how bad the work was, the teachers were still mainly encouraging, comforting students who did not pass the preliminary round but had potential, and letting them try again next year.

Soon, it was Ai Wei's turn to go on stage as No. 10.

"Below, please invite No. 10 contestant, Ai Wei, a second-year student from the Bel Canto Department, to bring you the rock song *Orange*."

"Come on!" Miss Luo Quan clenched her fists, cheering her up.

Ai Wei turned back and gave her boss a smile, then walked onto the stage and took a deep breath.

Before she started singing, a teacher under the stage spoke first: "Rock songs are rare before, especially those who learn Bel Canto singing rock. Can you tell me why you chose this subject?"

Ai Wei smiled: "Actually, there is no other reason, because I like rock."

The teacher was a bit strange: "Then you should have gone to the Pop Vocal Department at the beginning. The Bel Canto Department feels a bit discordant."

Ai Wei smiled awkwardly: "I filled in the wrong major code when filling in the application."

The whole auditorium burst into laughter, and several teachers under the stage couldn't help but laugh.

President Zheng's voice was low, with a smile on his face: "In fact, there is no lack of college students in major universities across the country who fill in the wrong code and study a major they don't like. However, it doesn't mean that you chose the wrong major, and the path you take is also wrong. Maybe in the future, you will be glad that you chose Bel Canto."

Ai Wei nodded respectfully: "I hope so."

"Start."

Ai Wei's talent in music is still good, her musical literacy is not low, the melody of the song she created has ideas, and the lyrics are also very content-rich.

But this type of music is slightly experimental, just like Liu Yang, whom Miss Luo Quan met at *I Am a Singer* a few days ago. People who know the industry know where his song is powerful, but ordinary listeners will only think he is howling.

This kind of music has no market in China, but it will have a considerable number of followers abroad, especially since Ai Wei is also singing rock.

After the song was sung, several teachers didn't give her a conclusion immediately.

Purely from the perspective of sounding good, Ai Wei's song is not as good as Zhou Tang's, but the musicality and the depth of the lyrics are much better, belonging to "not good enough to be top, but better than the bottom."

In the end, several teachers also let Ai Wei advance to the next round of the competition, considering that the number of rock-type competition works is relatively rare.

"Thank you, teacher!" Hearing that she actually advanced, Ai Wei was overjoyed.

Just now on the stage, looking at the vast number of faces under the stage staring straight at her, Ai Wei was quite nervous, and many lyrics were sung a bit unclearly. Originally, she thought she would definitely be eliminated this time, but she didn't expect to pass!

"Ai Wei, right?" The questioner was Wang Zhujun, the director of the Composition Department, who had met Miss Luo Quan before. At that time, the two also discussed the issue of elegance and vulgarity of songs.

Director Wang evaluated with a serious expression: "I personally don't like most rock on the domestic market, because those creators are superficial, moaning without illness, and even worse, they are directly selling dog meat with sheep's head. They say it's rock, but they are actually singing pop.

However, from your song, I heard real rock. The lyrics are simple, have an attitude, and are not pretentious. I think it's very good.

But the melody still needs to be polished a little bit. Rock is a kind of music that faces the public. If it's not catchy enough, even if it has depth, it's actually a deaf person's ear—a decoration, unless your lyrics can win the Nobel Prize. However, no rock singer has reached this level yet.

I suggest you listen to Miss Luo Quan's songs more. She is currently the only creator in the country who has achieved the ultimate in both depth and breadth. Whether it is pop or rock, the level is at the peak of this era. Listen carefully, you will definitely gain something, and I hope you can go further on the road of music!"

"Thank you, teacher." Ai Wei bowed to Wang Zhujun to thank him.

It can be heard that Director Wang is still very optimistic about Ai Wei, stating her advantages and disadvantages so clearly, and pointing out the direction of effort and the object of learning.

Although this thing to learn can be applied to most pop music creators at present.

Miss Luo Quan, who was sitting under the stage, also felt a bit wonderful at this time. She didn't expect that she would have a day to become an object of learning. Isn't this a treatment that only those big shots in the industry can have?

Although she has been popular for a whole year, she always feels that she is still a newcomer. However, after hearing what Director Wang said, she seems to be much stronger than those big shots.

From here, we can actually understand the attitude of many domestic passersby towards Miss Luo Quan. After all, she herself doesn't understand her status very well, and outsiders are even more limited.

It is mainly because Miss Luo Quan's popularity speed is too fast, and her fame simply cannot match her strength. Coupled with the reason of the domestic wall, Miss Luo Quan has a huge gap in popularity at home and abroad.

Don't look at Miss Luo Quan being quite popular in China now, with more than 10 million Weibo fans, and millions of popularity whenever she livestreams, but compared to those top-tier fresh meat, the difference is not just a little bit.

And Miss Luo Quan is now an unquestionable first-line big name abroad, but it's a pity that she didn't put much effort into managing her popularity abroad.

It can only be said that she still lacks a professional marketing team. If there was a reliable brokerage company, with Miss Luo Quan's current achievements, she would have long been blown up into a star at the level of the light of the Chinese people.

After all, Miss Luo Quan has beauty, education, and works.

However, things in the entertainment industry are hard to say. If Miss Luo Quan really had an economic company, the announcements about her would definitely be flying all over the sky, and fans and water armies would definitely be riding on people's faces everywhere. Whether her own image can maintain the good passerby edge like now would be a huge question mark.

For her, maintaining the status quo is the most comfortable. She can choose what she likes, refuse what she hates, have enough rest time, and have enough money………… Uh, currently it seems that if she doesn't spend extravagantly, it's enough.

In short, even without the system's restrictions, she wouldn't go looking for any marketing team or economic company.

Returning to the competition site, Ai Wei, who successfully passed the preliminary round, returned to her seat with a full face of smiles.

Miss Luo Quan congratulated her while saying: "Look, as long as you don't have stage fright and perform stably, the result will always be satisfactory."

"You don't know how panicked I was on it just now, I sang many lyrics wrong." Ai Wei stroked her chest with lingering fear, whispering some inner tension.

Miss Luo Quan waved her hand: "Just a little flaw, such a preliminary round won't be so nitpicking."

After chatting for a few words, the two started a long wait. Miss Luo Quan's appearance number was 112, and she still had to wait for a full 100 contestants to perform. Although everyone's performance time was compressed to about two minutes, when encountering relatively excellent works, the judges would give evaluations or suggestions, and the entire competition process was invisibly lengthened a lot.

The competition that started at 2 o'clock is afraid that it will have to continue until 7 o'clock in the evening, which means the two still have to sit here for several hours.

After listening to about 20 students' works, Ai Wei couldn't hold on first. Finally, she yawned, put her phone back in her bag, and said to Miss Luo Quan: "Boss, I'll take a nap, call me when it's your turn."

"Okay, you sleep." Miss Luo Quan was quite energetic, mainly because she got up at 10 o'clock, she couldn't sleep even if she wanted to now.

Fortunately, she fully charged her phone before going out, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to get through such a big afternoon.

It's not that she doesn't want to listen to the students' works seriously, it's mainly because there are so many people, and the quality is really uneven. Many students' music is just to make up the number to get credits, with no melody at all, and no advantages can be found from any angle. This also makes students often play with their phones for a while, look up when they hear a good song, and look down to play with their phones after a while.

This competition cannot be left halfway, so many students who have finished their performances still stay in their seats, either playing with their phones or dozing off.

It is certain that they can't really fall asleep. The auditorium is full of speakers hanging on the ceiling, and the volume is loud. Just as they fall asleep, a sharp high pitch may suddenly wake you up from a dream. So although many people want to sleep, no one has really been able to fall asleep yet.

Time passed slowly, students performed on stage one by one according to their order, and the judges also evaluated according to the actual situation. Overall, the scene was still relatively harmonious.

"Below, please invite the No. 111 contestant, Fan Ying, a third-year student from the Vocal Pop Department, to bring…………… the rap song *Social Person*…………"

After the female student host finished announcing, the auditorium fell into a silence, followed by a burst of whispers.

Some students discussed with their companions in a low voice:

"Is rap also music?"

"Does rap have a melody? Isn't it enough to just have lyrics?"

"There is, it's good that it needs music to accompany."

"Can rap also participate in the competition?"

Obviously, the students under the stage have a greater prejudice against this music called rap.

And the teachers also frowned slightly, especially Director Wang. Students who are familiar with him know that he extremely hates rap music.

Even though Miss Luo Quan made him change his verbal opinion slightly with the point of view of "elegance and vulgarity," he still looked down on rap in his heart.

No way, it's mainly because that song *Drunk and Making the Beauty a Pair*, which was popular all over the internet and made crazy money a while ago, disgusted many composers. Such nonsense and unmusical things can make money, while the songs they spent their hard work writing are ignored.

Although that is shouting, in many people's eyes, shouting and rap seem to have no special difference.

If this were his own professional exam, Director Wang would definitely let this student named Fan roll down, but this is a competition organized by the school, and he is just a judge, and he doesn't have such power.

And President Zheng, who really has such power, had no change in expression. Even if other teachers were dissatisfied, they could only hold it in.

Fan Ying quickly walked onto the stage. As a rapper, his dress was also quite hip-hop. He wore a blue baseball cap on his head, dyed bangs poked out from the back edge of the hat, his whole body was full of trendy brands, and he also wore a ring on the middle finger of his right hand.

Fortunately, no earrings, no tattoos on his hands, although the dress was flashy, there was no indecent place. Otherwise, even if President Zheng didn't speak, Director Wang would immediately stand up and let this Fan Ying get off the stage immediately.

"Fan Ying, you are the first student to dress like this on stage." President Zheng's tone couldn't tell anger or joy, but the words clearly pointed to something.

Fan Ying said very respectfully: "I like hiphop, so my usual dress will also be biased towards this aspect, and such dress should not have any inappropriate places.

I hope the judges will not affect the evaluation of my work later because of the prejudice against hiphop."

After this was said, the audience was in an uproar.

"Wow, this person is so arrogant."

"Deserves to be doing rap."

"So individual."

"It would be more individual if he was directly given a disciplinary action later."

"I'm really afraid that if his song doesn't advance later, he will directly start scolding on the stage."

"Not to that extent, rap is not scolding the street, and anyway, he is also a college student, how can he be so uneducated."

"Hard to say, you know what those rappers on the internet are like."

"One says one, indeed."

The audience was discussing, but the stage was very calm, not stage-frightened at all, which is indeed an advantage worth praising.

President Zheng's tone was still plain: "I hope your song can be as amazing as your attitude."

After speaking, the competition began.

The backstage played a quite energetic beat, and Fan Ying's body also started to sway rhythmically with the music, and his mouth also started singing lyrics.

"Social person, social soul, those who mix in society are people above people………………"

Fan Ying's voice was quite high-pitched, and the whole song was full of explosive points, which could quite drive the emotions of the listeners.

The lyrics sound like they are praising the life of social people, but they are actually satirizing, belonging to "praising on the surface but criticizing in reality," quite educational, and the flow is smooth and rhythmic.

Overall, it is a quite excellent rap song. Even from Miss Luo Quan's perspective, it is definitely a good song.

The students under the stage were already high anyway, and the sleepiness accumulated before was gone at this time.

And the judges obviously didn't expect that this student who sang rap had such real materials. After the song was sung, they immediately started discussing.

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