AWB Chapter 407: Question Types?
Chapter 407: Question Types?
Jiang Bai felt a little embarrassed, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she replied softly:
"Xiao Ai, please stop making fun of me... I was just wearing something casual."
Seeing the goddess blush, Xiao Ai's eyes shone even brighter.
Bai Zhi is so cute! Ahhhh!
However, I remembered the important matter.
Xiao Ai held Jiang Bai's hand, her eyes filled with the tragic sentiment that "I might not survive tonight."
She lowered her voice and whispered in Jiang Bai's ear, asking in a mysterious tone:
"Goddess Bai Zhi, have you received any inside information? Do you know the rules for this semi-final?"
Jiang Bai tilted his head slightly and replied casually:
"Wasn't the round of 12 to 6 already decided?"
"Oh dear, the number of participants is set, but do you know the rules for selecting these six people?"
"have no idea."
Jiang Bai shook his head honestly.
To be honest, no matter which elimination rules the show uses, he will advance successfully.
Let alone a mere semi-final.
Even if tonight's event is changed to the finals, the championship will definitely be his!
Xiao Ai was like an ant on a hot pan, stamping her feet in anxiety.
"The information I just got from Wang Feng's group is that tonight's round isn't a single round to decide who lives or dies, but rather two rounds!"
Jiang Bai raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.
"The first round is our standard procedure; feel free to improvise."
"Sing your best song, and four out of twelve will be eliminated, making it twelve to eight."
"This round is a piece of cake for you, Goddess Bai Zhi. After all, you are the mainstay of 'The Voice of China's' ratings, and your past performance has been evident to all."
Xiao Ai first offered a compliment, then her tone changed, becoming extremely serious.
"The second round is crucial!"
"The remaining eight people will be given four 'topic categories' by the judges on the spot."
"For example, rock music, folk music, traditional opera, or even children's songs!"
"Eight people were drawn into pairs, and then judges and audience members gave scores!"
"The two with the lowest scores are eliminated!"
At this point, Xiao Ai's gaze towards Jiang Bai was no longer one of envy, but rather one of undisguised pity:
"Bai Zhi, you're a talented writer of original works, but the worst thing about original writing is being assigned a topic!"
"What if you draw a style you're not good at, like rap? That would be terrible!"
Jiang Bai stroked the fluffy fur of the large bear backpack behind him, not paying any attention.
"An assigned essay topic? System, did you hear that?"
"These old guys are trying to use 'professionalism' to strangle me."
"But my head contains the entire music library of the Earth!"
[Ding! Not only that.]
[Host, since your current style is mostly sweet, traditional Chinese, and healing, please rest assured that your luck today is moderately good, and you will definitely draw something you are good at.]
Therefore, no matter what, the host will crush everyone else and advance smoothly!
"That's true, I also have medium-good luck, I can pass the test with my eyes closed."
Just as the two were whispering to each other.
A male contestant next to him, dressed in a sequined leather jacket and looking like a peacock with its tail feathers spread, suddenly interjected, his tone tinged with a hint of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing regret, remark, and a sense of awe):
"Xiao Ai, your information is outdated."
"I heard from a relative on the production team that, in order to enhance the variety show's entertainment value, they'll be drawing categories twice!"
The words fell.
The already tense atmosphere in the lounge completely exploded because of these words.
"We have to choose a category for both rounds? Isn't that designed for specialists like us?"
"Oh no, oh no! All I can sing are sad love songs. What if I get the clapper talk? Am I supposed to break a boulder on my chest on stage?"
"Why is this year's 'The Voice' so difficult?! Holy crap!"
"Don't worry, brother. Everyone's struggling. Maybe we can even win by luck!"
The crowd began to discuss the matter, and their voices grew louder and louder.
Just then.
squeak--
The chatter in the lounge, which had been as noisy as a market, stopped abruptly the moment the door was pushed open.
Wang Dazhong walked at the front with a sullen face.
Behind her were four mentors: Na Ying, Wang Feng, Li Ronghao, and Zhang Xingzhe.
Wang Dazhong was practically fuming. He had originally planned to surprise everyone with an unboxing, but these students not only knew the rules, they were even discussing the types of questions for the second round in great detail.
"Good heavens, is our production team a leaky sieve? Who leaked the information?"
Wang Dazhong's sharp gaze swept across the entire room.
Finally, he lingered on Jiang Bai, who was wearing a bright yellow dress, for a moment, a very complex glint in his eyes.
It's a feeling of joy at seeing the store's prized possession, yet also a mix of worry and anxiety about it breaking unexpectedly.
"Ahem!"
Wang Dazhong cleared his throat and put on a smiling tiger expression.
"It seems everyone is quite interested in the competition format."
"That's right, we want to make things a little exciting in the semifinals!"
"The competition is 12 to 6, with strict category restrictions. It sounds brutal, but those who have made it this far are all the hope for the future of Chinese pop music."
"Rules are meaningless in the face of absolute power!"
"I hope to see all of you here again when the next episode is recorded!"
After he finished speaking, he led the applause, and the four mentors behind him nodded in agreement.
Nayoung exuded confidence at this moment, her black and gold suit giving off the vibe of a queen patrolling the streets.
She strode up to Jiang Bai and the other two, first blocking their view like a protective mother hen, then putting on a gentle, warm smile.
"Xiao Ai, stay calm and don't listen to those old Deng's nonsense."
"As long as we maintain the same level of performance as in rehearsals, staying in the league shouldn't be a problem!"
"besides......."
After Na-young finished speaking to the other two students, she turned to look at Jiang Bai, her eyes practically overflowing with affection.
"Little Angelica."
Na-young held Jiang Bai's hand, her voice deliberately softening, afraid of disturbing this precious member of the team.
"You're the one I trust the most."
"Your outfit today... oh my, it's absolutely stunning! I'd love to take you home and raise you like my own daughter."
"Your abilities are evident to all."
"Just think of today as a casual visit to Kyoto TV station to 'bomb the fishpond' (a metaphor for a challenging event). Play around a couple of rounds, and advancing is a sure thing. Don't put any pressure on yourself!"
Jiang Bai looked at Na-young's confident expression and felt a pang of sadness.
"Sister Na, you have so much confidence in me, even more than I do in myself."
In a short while.
With a wave of Wang Dazhong's hand, the four mentors walked out of the lounge one by one.
Walk through the long corridor and head towards the stage, which is filled with a somber atmosphere.
Jiang Bai sat in his seat, watching the footage on the monitor.
The lights dimmed, and then a familiar and rousing opening theme suddenly blared out!
"Director, the lights are on!"
"The microphone is ready!"
"The stage is fine!"
"......"
Wang Dazhong nodded as he listened to the reports from each department.
"Recording for this episode of The Voice of China is now beginning—!!!"
Wang Dazhong's roar in the control room officially kicked off this semi-final.