Entertainment: I treat you as my sister, but you want to pick on me?

Chapter 587

The venue is very large and the equipment is very new. "Hey Sing" is broadcast live every Saturday at [-]:[-] pm in prime time, but today is Friday, which belongs to the trailer, and tomorrow will be the feature film.

Jiang Yan sat on the soft and solid leather sofa, scanning the heavenly king and queen opposite.

Twenty kings and queens, ten first-line singers.

It is worth noting that most of the twenty kings and queens were promoted within three years, and there is a gap between the kings and queens. It is estimated that the program team really has no funds.

However, this lineup is luxurious and extravagant enough, so far no show has invited so many kings and queens.

As for the gold medal lyricists, Jiang Yan is not very familiar with them. After all, all he knows are gold medal lyricists like Quan Yongsi and Ding Sishuo who have been famous for a long time, and most of them are newcomers.

There were [-] spectators at the scene, and the host stood on the stage, thanking the sponsors and introducing the rules of the show every day.

"Random matching, no black box operations, live broadcast!"

The host held the microphone and said loudly, and the real-time barrage displayed on the big screen behind him kept swiping 666 and hurrying up.

Two girls in cheongsams pushed the trolley with smiles on their faces, and placed the trolley in the center of the stage with silver balls on it.

"Gold medal lyricists are asked to draw silver balls in order of seating!"

the host said.

Jiang Yan: "."

It seems that I was a little unlucky today, and I was the last one to draw. After all, the program team didn't tell me that the lottery was drawn according to the order of seats.

"Hang Chengen drew the Queen of Heaven, Fu Baimeng!"

A photo of the two of them appeared on the big screen, and Jiang Yan was stunned.

Hang Chengen, a gold medal lyricist, is good at love songs, and is a narrative ballad. The songs he writes are like telling a complete story.

Fu Baimeng became a queen two years ago. Compared with her songs, the audience still remembers her spicy dance.

Jiang Yan went to Fu Baimeng's concert when she was a first-line singer.

I didn't listen to the song carefully, but I couldn't take my eyes off it, especially Fu Baimeng's pole dance, which is a must!
And Fu Baimeng is good at singing dance songs, that is, dancing while singing.

How do these two work together?

The parties were confused, Hang Chengen stood where he was struck by lightning, and Fu Baimeng looked blank.

"Hahaha, now I can be sure that there is nothing wrong with this show. If this expression is acted out, it will be too good!"

"I'm already laughing, maybe Fu Baimeng wants to dance and sing love songs at the same time, hahaha, the picture is too beautiful to imagine!"

"The key is that Hang Chengen doesn't know how to write that kind of rhythmic dance song. Who will cooperate with whom?"

"Interesting, I found that this show is not about singing, it's more like trickery!"

The next scene made the audience burst into laughter.

"Fang Yuande has drawn first-line singer Feng Junming."

Feng Junming, who is good at rap, is known as the most promising singer to become the king of heaven with rap.

Fang Yuande's songwriting style is folk songs.
What kind of sparks will a lyricist who is good at folk songs cooperate with a singer who is good at rap?

Finally it was Jiang Yan's turn, and all eyes were focused on Jiang Yan who was walking towards the stage. At this time, there were still six kings and queens and four first-line singers left on the stage.

Jiang Yan twirled the silver ball and pointed the drawn name at the camera.

First-line singer Hu Yuanliang!

The host didn't hold back, and the audience didn't stop, laughing like thunder!

Jiang Yan looked at Hu Yuanliang who was opposite, searching for his information in his mind.

Hu Yuanliang can also be regarded as a veteran first-line singer. Some people commented that he is the little prince of sad love songs, while others said that he has been abandoned by the times.

The reason is simple, Hu Yuanliang's songs are too sad and bitter.

Take Hu Yuanliang's famous song "Leave" as an example, the lyrics are full of memories of his girlfriend, coupled with Hu Yuanliang's sad voice, the lines are full of sadness and bitterness, so it is known as the little prince of sad love songs.

But these years, Hu Yuanliang has always insisted on his style, and is very low-key, focusing on the creation of new songs, which has gradually been abandoned by the times and has become tepid.

Sad love song?

Jiang Yan quickly found Hu Yuanliang's position, no wonder the audience couldn't hold back, because no matter what songs Hu Yuanliang sang, even cheerful songs, they were all mixed with sadness and bitterness, and he couldn't be happy at all.

All lyricists and singers have been matched, and the first episode will be officially broadcast tomorrow!
Backstage, Jiang Yan examined Hu Yuanliang in front of him.

White casual sportswear, bearded, Hu Yuanliang is tall, about 1.8 meters, and has a strong figure.

But his temperament didn't match his figure at all, and he was full of melancholy, as if he had just been dumped, crying for his girlfriend's forgiveness.

"Hello."

Jiang Yan greeted politely.

"Hello." Hu Yuanliang said.

"Jiang Yan, you should feel very unlucky to have drawn me."

Hu Yuanliang said bitterly.

One is because he is not well-known, and the other is that it is too harsh to write songs tailored for him.

"Mr. Hu thinks too much, it's my honor." Jiang Yan said with a smile.

"You can talk better than me."

"Teacher Hu seems to have always insisted on his own style and is unwilling to make changes." Jiang Yan chatted.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I think that no matter how you behave or do things, you must be single-minded, so I have always insisted on this style."

Hu Yuanliang gradually opened up to Jiang Yan, talking a lot.

In fact, he is also very old, he is 43 years old this year, and he has no hope of becoming a king at all.

And Tian Xingchao, who debuted with him, became a king as early as 37 years old, catering to the market and singing songs that people like to listen to.

"I see."

Jiang Yan nodded, thinking about songs suitable for Hu Yuanliang in his mind.

Don't say it, it's hard.

There are sad songs, but the sad songs suitable for Hu Yuanliang make Jiang Yan's CPU almost burn dry.

"Jiang Yan."

The lounge door was opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked in.

Jiang Yan knew that he was the gold medal lyricist Fang Yuande.

"We're chatting." Fang Yuande said with a smile.

"Well, talk about singing with Mr. Hu."

Jiang Yan said.

"I have a song that suits Mr. Hu." Fang Yuande sat on the sofa.

Fang Yuande What does this mean?
Jiang Yan felt a little confused.

Jiang Yan soon realized that the Lyric Writers Association, Fang Yuande's initiative to show his favor, should have something to do with the Lyric Writers Association.

After all, I don't know him at all, and the only reason is the Lyricist Association, but I don't know Fang Yuande's attitude.

So far, it seems to be friendly.

"No need, the program group has its own rules." Jiang Yan politely declined Fang Yuande's offer.

"I heard that there is a good restaurant near the TV station, especially the hairy crabs. Do you have time to sit down and talk at night?"

Jiang Yan took the initiative to invite.

"Okay, don't you mind if I call others?"

"Of course, I have admired Teacher Fang and other teachers for a long time."

Jiang Yan said.

"Okay, you guys talk first, I'll ask if they're free."

As soon as Fang Yuande left, Jiang Yan looked at Hu Yuanliang, who always had a sad face, and the word "sorrow" seemed to be knocked on his forehead, and a song suitable for him appeared in his mind!

(End of this chapter)