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"Quick, let's see who that person is?"

"He's a rapper, didn't Zhang Yu say so? He even won the championship, huh? It can't be Ye Lang!"

At this time, Wang Feng looked at Deng Xiaoqi and opened his eyes wide, "Fuck, it's really him!"

In an instant, Ye Lang trotted out and stood on the stage. Ye Lang was dressed in a smart suit and had short hair and was extremely energetic.

"Hello, dear audience members."

In the studio, everyone's jaw dropped.

"Hahaha, no, why did he treat this place as a live broadcast room?"

"This state is very relaxing." Wang Feng said.

Zhang Yuqing looked at Ye Lang at this time, feeling a little uneasy in her heart. She was the first in the last issue, but this time, due to the addition of two counterattack singers, especially high-level ones like Ye Lang The singer joined, and she felt a little less confident.

She originally thought that Ye Lang was just an anchor and would be nervous on a stage like "Singer", but she was surprised to find that Ye Lang greeted her like this when he came up.

After Ye Lang said hello, the scene burst into laughter.

"Huh? Why are you laughing? This is not a cross talk show."

As soon as Ye Lang's words appeared at the scene, the audience, who were still a little uneasy and nervous, became more and more relaxed.

The intensity of the previous singers was one after another, and by this time the audience was already numb.

What Ye Lang did was to free everyone's minds and to announce: "The big move is coming! High energy ahead!"

At this moment Ye Lang suddenly raised his hand.

The audience at the scene fell silent in an instant amid cheers.

Everyone held their breath and stretched their necks.

In the studio, all the singers are confused now.

Can this happen?

This field controller, if you tell me he is a newbie in the entertainment industry, I would not believe him even to death.

This guy is definitely an experienced driver.

At this time the music started slowly.

"Crunch..."

It turned out to be the sound of the door being pushed open.

A melodious piano solo appeared immediately.

More and more anxious, more and more manic.

Suddenly, it stops!

The accordion followed closely, and the audience let out a sharp breath. When thousands of audience members exhaled at the same time, the shock of the sound really gave people goosebumps.

Just before the audience could react.

Ye Lang's voice floated out slowly like gurgling water.

"In my arms and in your eyes

Where the spring breeze is intoxicating, where the grass is green

The moonlight spreads love over the lake

A campfire for two lights up the night.”

As soon as the first line was sung, the audience sighed "oh..." one by one.

This voice is really too clear.

Every detail of Ye Lang's voice, set off by this top-notch equipment, reaches the eardrums of all viewers.

"Wow! The level of this voice is so amazing!" Zhang Yu has become obsessed with Ye Lang just because of this sentence.

"No, I really like Ye Lang's voice, his mixed voice."

"How did you achieve the layering of that voice? It's so cool." Wang Feng's face was almost pressed against the studio screen at this time.

Ye Lang seemed like a musical poet at this time, without any high notes or any surprisingly difficult passages.

But everything in this song is difficult.

This way of interpretation is like writing poetry.

The audience at the scene did not dare to interrupt Ye Lang's voice, and applauded constantly during the intervals between Ye Lang's singing.

"How many of you and me are there in this life?

Swallowed in the moonlight night"

At this point, Zhang Yu was completely stunned.

"Teacher Ye Lang's treatment. So cool!"

The audience at the scene suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

Ye Lang's handling of this "li" is simply a master-level operation.

When normal people hear this sound, they will choose a sound pattern in order to match the mood of the entire song.

But in Ye Lang's case, there was no difference. He chose to bully, and his voice echoed in Ye Lang's body like a musical instrument.

The voice is melodious, sometimes distant and sometimes close, like a poet slowly telling a story.

"good……"

The crowd burst into cheers again.

At this time, all the audience could not sit still.

"There is too little time in this life

It’s not enough to prove the deep affection that melts ice and snow…”

The audience stood up, closed their eyes one by one, and their ears felt as if they were pregnant.

In the studio, everyone was silent.

Zhao Lei, who sang before, kept shaking his head at this time, not because Ye Lang's singing was not good, but because it was so good that he felt incredible.

How can a person's body make such a sound like a small bridge and flowing water?

So shocking.

"What's the name of this song?" Wang Feng suddenly asked.

Deng Xiaoqi scratched her head and said, "It's called "Lake Baikal"."

"Why is it called this name? It's very artistic. My God, the articulation, the processing of emotions, and every detail are masterful."

Zhang Yu chuckled, "What does it mean that there is a newcomer in the entertainment industry? Is this a newcomer? You told me that he is a newcomer, but I don't believe it."

"Haha, is there an old artist living in his body?" Zhang Yuqing was also dormant by Ye Lang's voice.

"There is too little time in this life

It’s not enough to prove the deep love that melts ice and snow~~~”

For this word of love, Ye Lang chose a falsetto voice after a strong mix and a weak mix, and then returned to the chest voice.

The whole sound echoed in everyone's ears.

Hong Tao didn't know Ye Lang very well. At this moment, he was stunned.

There are singers in this world who have unbeatable high notes, and there are those who sing powerfully, but he has never seen anyone on the "Singer" stage who can catch people's ears by singing slowly without relying on high notes.

This voice is full of stories.

This is the power of music.

The goosebumps all over his body could literally lift two pounds off.

"Just one day you suddenly appeared

You are clear and mysterious on the shores of Lake Baikal

You are as clear and mysterious as the shores of Lake Baikal”

Begin in tranquility and end in tranquility.

An ethereal and melodious song with the folk style of Mao Ziguo, coupled with Ye Lang's warm voice.

All the audience at the scene were unwilling to sit down for a long time and applauded thunderously.

"Teacher Ye Lang!"

"Ye Lang!"

"Sounds good!"

The applause lasted for three full minutes and stopped only when Ye Lang waved his hand for an unknown number of times.

"If you applaud again, the roof will collapse in a moment."

Ye Lang started again.

At this moment, the whole audience laughed.

There was a hint of embarrassment on Zhang Yu's face, "I am the host, why are you taking my job?"

But it is obvious that Ye Lang's debut was extremely perfect.

"This stage is very good, and I like it very much. This is a stage for real singers. I don't plan to get any results. I just want to sing a few more songs and enjoy the state of the music. Now, let's return the stage Give it to the host, okay?”

The audience shouted in unison: "Okay!"

Then they slowly sat down.