"An Yun, it's not good to determine the location in advance. Do you know why?"

Before the third day of recording, Yang Han and An Yun were walking leisurely on the campus of Jiaxing College. Along the way, there were some reporters running by them excitedly holding cameras, but none of them followed them. They all rushed to the gymnasium first, waiting to surround the four celebrity mentors.

It’s actually pretty good if you’re not a star. It’s mainly because of freedom. You don’t have to worry about having a pair of eyes secretly hiding in a dark place to peek at you.

Many celebrities not only have to face work pressure, but also pay special attention to their words and deeds, for fear that those words will be misinterpreted by those media reporters, and then cause a stir on the Internet. Under such layers of burden, some celebrities will become depressed, and even those who can’t think about it!

But then again, although there is pressure here, there is also fame and fortune here, and it is far beyond people's imagination! It can attract countless people, including Yang Han in the past, and waves of young people devoted themselves to it, flocking to it...

In fact, as long as you learn to look at this problem rationally, everything in the world has gains and losses, and even if you want to get it, you must first learn to give.

If you want fame and fortune, don’t think about living an ordinary person’s life. You have to bear much greater pressure than ordinary people have to bear, and at the same time you must fulfill the responsibility of guiding correct values ​​- after all, you are a public figure.

Yang Han is quite broad-minded. He knows that coming here means that his future may not be as comfortable and peaceful as before, but he is not afraid, just be mentally prepared to deal with it!

"Why can't you say it well?" An Yun was still worried about today's recording. He didn't know when he would be called on the court by his mentor. He didn't know which mentor would choose him, and he didn't know whether he would challenge other students in the future. He was jealous of Brother Han's "gold medal without losing"!

"Because it's boring to just sit on it, you can't sleep, and you can't comment on others. And it's not just today. I've finished recording today, and there's the next round of blind selection recordings, endless..." Yang Han complained.

It was indeed very boring. Yesterday, after he and Luo Dingbo competed with each other, he sat on the battle stage for one night.

Although there are students who can watch singing on the stage, not all students have the "three openings" and "four openings". Even because of blindly selecting the stage, most students are directly wiped out by the instructors. The singing level of these students is even worse. Yang Han thinks it is a car accident scene - of course these will not be put on TV.

The only thing that aroused his interest was the emergence of the challenger, the PK battle with a gunpowder smell, which was a little more exciting.

Thinking about after ending today, there are still three days left for him to endure slowly in the next, so Yang Han felt very uncomfortable.

Wasting time is wasting money. I know if I can spend millions in minutes.

Fortunately, there is An Yun’s game today!

Yang Han had listened to An Yun practicing songs in the hotel. He knew that the little brother's voice was very special and slightly vicissitudes, but it was also quite clean. Especially when he sang high notes, he also had an ethereal inspiration to sing in the valley, which was very suitable for singing songs with national style.

It should be a good dark horse!

...

What Yang Han didn't expect was that An Yun was really called today, but he was called almost the last time. According to what An Yun told him later, the number of people in the backstage was gradually decreasing, and in the end there were only three people left. He was a little numb, and then he heard the instructor read his song "Take Me to the Top of the Mountain" (Note 1)!

I don’t know if I was anxious, but Yang Han saw that An Yun took several steps in one step and ran to the stage with a little excitement.

It was not until he came to the singing place with the microphone that he stopped. Only Yang Han could see that his hand was trembling slightly, and his left hand was rubbing on his clothes.

It looked like he was wiping his sweat, but in fact he was just nervous and didn't know where to put his empty left hand!

"Don't be nervous, why are you nervous? Just go up and sing!" When Yang Han came over at noon, he comforted him and said, and it seemed that he had forgotten everything he said.

Fortunately, the program team gave him a little time to adjust.

After An Yun clenched his fists, he turned around and nodded to the instrument teacher.

"Well, take me to the top of the mountain..."

There is no prelude to this song. When the melody started to ring, An Yun picked up the microphone and stretched his left hand forward, as if he was greeting the mountains, singing devoutly.

"I'm a little nervous, I'm turning it up a little higher." Yang Han, who was sitting on the battle stage, thought silently. He had heard An Yun sing this song, and also listened to the original version, and knew that An Yun had made a mistake at the beginning.

Moreover, I may have waited a little longer before, my throat was a little tight and I didn’t let go!

Fortunately, An Yun's own vocal cord conditions should be good. After this high note, he sang the next paragraph again and his voice returned to normal.

"Well, beautiful village..."

Whether it is the end of each sentence, or the vibrato of the word "beauty", An Yun's unique singing style gives this song a feeling of deep and empty space that makes people unable to stop!

It sounds good!

Yang Han looked at An Yun with relief. Although he didn't give An Yun much guidance - mainly because An Yun's range was not on the same range as him. Yang Han was not good at high notes, and even less good at folk singing styles like An Yun, so he didn't give a blind guidance - but An Yun was the little brother Yang Han knew these days. After all, Yang Han was also happy for him as he saw him shining his light on the stage!

"At night, my mother calls out to the wanderers who are wandering around the world. How many tears are there in the night, how many dreams of returning home are wet..." The last note here, An Yun raised the tune with the tune, and there was a change of tune, which immediately put his high notes on a more beautiful level.

"Bang!" With a sound of breath, Zhuo Xuan took the lead in slapping the button and raised the flag in front of her.

"Okay!" Although Yang Han didn't scream, he couldn't help but wave his fist and laughed happily.

You can rest assured, at least one mentor chose him, An Yun shouldn't pack his luggage and go home at night like he was worried! And Zhuo Xuan seems to have not been full in the team yet, right?

Zhuo Xuan and Lu Yubo were not satisfied, but Zhuo Xuan liked ethnic singers even more, and Lu Yubo did not shoot them.

However, the variables appeared at the end. When An Yun sang the Yi language part, Zu Ning, who had only slapped the button once today, actually started again, and he also raised the flag!

"This..." Yang Han had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, after An Yun finished singing and the mentors finished chatting, An Yun chose the mentor Zu Ning, who he had liked before, between the two mentors.

This stupid guy!

If you don’t choose insurance, you have to challenge other students to enter the Zuning team?

Yang Han even complained that he couldn't!

But now An Yun has made a decision, and Yang Han can only consider it from a different perspective.

"Challenge Si Danyan, challenge Si Danyan, and compete with her!" Yang Han thought with a bad taste.

If An Yun defeated Si Danyan, then Yang Han's ears would be clean.
Chapter completed!