don't call me singer

Chapter 1408 Get up, hungry slave!

"Arise, hungry and cold slaves!
Arise, sufferers of the world!

The blood is full of enthusiasm,

Fight for the truth! "

"The Internationale"!
This song, on many occasions, is second only to the national anthem in its importance.

On the stage, Fu Wenyao's voice was thick and loud. He sang while playing the guitar. Hearing the melody, the other school song contestants all sang loudly.

"The old world is shattered,

Slaves rise up, rise up!

Don't say we have nothing,
We want to be the masters of the world! "

At the back of the stage, Gu Xiaobai was drumming sticks with both hands, making a steady bass, like an engine, pumping surging power into everyone's heart.

At the scene, there were only Fu Wenyao's guitar and Gu Xiaobai's drums.

But the two of them are even more impressive than the entire band.

The current Fu Wenyao seems to have the appearance of Fu Han, the "little guitar god".

And Gu Xiaobai is a real percussion master!
It seemed that he was simply making bass and leading the rhythm, but the drummer who got up just now to give way to Gu Xiaobai was completely dumbfounded.

How can the human rhythm be so stable, how can the timbre control be so good, and how can the drum sound not be monotonous at all through the change of timbre in such a simple rhythm.

Just after the first verse of the verse was sung, Gu Xiaobai turned his head suddenly, turned his head to the microphone on the side of his head, and a high-pitched and resonant chorus sounded:
"This is the final struggle,

Unite till tomorrow,
Interstate
It must be done—"

Beside, at the moment when Gu Xiaobai's last word fell, Cao Baodong's passionate suona joined in.

Amidst the shrill suona sound, Gu Xiaobai's even louder singing voice resounded through the sky:
"This is the final struggle,

Unite till tomorrow,
Interstate
It must be done—"

Cao Baodong's face turned red, and the suona trembled to catch up with Gu Xiaobai's high-pitched voice.

Now, there are actually many musicians on the stage.

However, none of them had the courage to join in the performance of Gu Xiaobai and Fu Wenyao.

And at this time, those who dared to join it naturally had great confidence in their own skills.

Cao Baodong actually didn't think so much.

He just felt that he should join in.

But it was almost overwhelmed by Gu Xiaobai's singing.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai was already firing on all cylinders.

After Gu Xiaobai sang the chorus, everyone on the stage sang along:
"There was never a savior,

Don't rely on the fairy emperor!
To create human happiness,

All on our own! "

Off the stage, all the audience waved their hands and sang along loudly.

If we say, rock is a rebellious force.

So what power is there that can compare to the human revolution?
Living in China, this is a very rock and roll thing.

This country is so special and so great.

so rockin'.

Off the stage, the elevator was raised, and the Riding the Wind and Waves Choir returned to the stage.

They rushed forward impatiently, singing loudly:

"We shall take back the fruits of our labor,

Let the mind break out of the cage!

Quickly burn that fire red,

Strike while the iron is hot to succeed! "

Pairs of eyes widened, arms raised, and fists clenched.

The veins are all protruding.

On the side of the stage, Gloria stared at the scene with wide eyes.

What song is this again?

She can't sing!

Really can't sing!
But what is this surging power?
What is Internaxonel?
Beside her, Yan Xuexin couldn't bear it anymore. After singing this sentence, he rushed out with his violin in hand.

I want too!

The passionate violin sound has been added, and there are now four instruments!

Electric guitar, drum kit, suona and violin!
Behind, Zhou Xianting held the bass in his hands and wanted to join in, but he really didn't dare to join.

Each of the four players playing now is a leader in his own field. He really has no confidence in his skills.

Next to him, although Wang Haixia was arguing every day that he was Dongyuan University's No.1 guitarist, he didn't dare to make a fool of himself at this time.

The gap still exists.

The elevator went up and down, and groups of people came out from under the stage.

There were also some singers from the school song competition who were watching the performance at the front desk. They couldn't wait for the lift and climbed up directly on the chair.

There are more and more people on the stage, and it seems to be full of people.

Finally, an external musician gritted his teeth, waited for a gap in the beat, and added in with his own bass.

"Bouncing" bass, drums and guitar fused together.

Tan Weiqi walked up to the keyboard player and pressed down with both hands. Under his slender fingers, the piano tone joined in and turned into a golden line in the treble area.

Although he is studying vocal music, Tan Weiqi's piano level is also at the performance level.

Although Ge Liya's piano skills are better than him on weekdays, but Ge Liya really doesn't know this song!
On the stage, musical instruments joined in one by one.

Off the stage, voices were shouting.

Gloria stood on the stage, but felt like a bystander.

She felt an invisible force surging in her heart.

She wanted to join it, but was blocked again.

She looked at the excited faces off the stage.

The boy's eyes sparkled, the three hairs on the old professor's head fluttered, and the policeman on duty waved his hands forgetfully...

I was asking myself in my heart.

why?
What am I missing?
"This is the final struggle,

Unite till tomorrow,
Internaxonal must realize..."

After the second chorus, Fu Wenyao suddenly appeared out of the crowd, holding a guitar and performed a cool solo!

See Fu Wenyao's fingers beating on the strings as fast as the wind, and the shrill guitar sound goes up all the way!
Behind him, Gu Xiaobai stood up abruptly, and slammed down the drum stick in his hand.

The drum stick hit the drum, and then spun and bounced up.

In Gu Xiaobai's hand, another pair of drum sticks fell down.

And then another couple!
Six drumsticks!

Like six butterflies wearing flowers, bouncing back and forth between Gu Xiaobai's hands and the drum!

Gu Xiaobai caught the drum stick and threw it down, his movements were astonishingly fast, but also astonishingly accurate.

This scene caused everyone present to say "Fuck!"

Let me go, how can you play drums like this!

Isn't this really juggling?
Wait, is this the "Six Construction Encouragement" of Uncle Blind!
No, it feels more magical than that!

Fuck me, my knees are shattered!

noob!Whoa whoa whoa whoa, Xiaobai!
Fu Wenyao and Gu Xiaobai occupy close-ups of the big screens on the left and right sides respectively.

The handsome performance of the two drew cheers from the stage and the audience: "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

After the cool solo, the singing resumed:
"Who created the human world?

It is our working people!
Everything belongs to the workers,
How can we tolerate parasites?
I hate those poisonous snakes and beasts the most,

Eat up our flesh and blood!
Once they are wiped out,

The bright red sun shines all over the world!
This is the final fight,

Unite till tomorrow,
Interstate
It must be realized..."

The scene is a sea of ​​singing.

At this time, it was late at night, and the singing sound spread far away, as if it was about to spread ten miles away.

After singing the last line, the guitar in Fu Wenyao's hand made a high-pitched tremolo, and then stopped suddenly, and Gu Xiaobai stepped on the bass drum twice with his right foot.

"Dong dong!"

All voices stopped abruptly.

The singing is over!

Then, Gu Xiaobai waved his hand.

The six drum sticks in his hand flew out and flew in six directions under the stage.

“啊啊啊啊————”无数人飞身扑起，想要抓住那六根鼓棒。

Mine, mine, is mine!
"Let's go..." Gu Xiaobai turned around and reached out to Wen Xiaowen.

"Let's go!" Wen Xiaowen grabbed Fu Wenyao again.

Just like before, the three of them walked towards the elevator hand in hand.

Goodbye, twentieth century.

Goodbye, the age of rock and roll.

Goodbye, this night.

Behind the three of them, drumsticks were flying in the air, flying...

It never seems to land.

(End of this chapter)