After Entering The Men's Team Draft (穿进男团选秀后) [DROPPED]

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       Su Qinglan didn't realize that Yin Suli was suspicious of his strength, and nodded happily: "I sing a lot of R&B raps, but I also listen to pure rap."
　　
　　Yin Suli raised her eyebrows: "For example, whose?"

        Su Qinglan is serious. After thinking about it, "A lot, I have listened to Eric B more often these days." Yin Suli became interested. She wondered whether this little curly hair was like the previous trainees who didn't know how to pretend or had some strength.
　　
　　The ballpoint pen in her hand tapped twice on the desktop: "Can you freestyle? If you can, let's listen to it now."
　　
　　The trainees on the pyramid seat could not help but squeeze the sweat for him. Yin Suli didn't speak very well as a rap tutor. Su Qinglan seems to have that kind of stupid character, he doesn't know if she will be let down by criticism.
　　
　　Just when everyone thought he might refuse, Su Qinglan simply raised her hand, grinning and showing his cute little tiger teeth: "Can the music teacher give me a beat? Loud, thank you!"
　　
　　Very tiger, too tiger.
　　
　　Yin Suli didn't see how nervous Su Qinglan was. The music teacher was responsive, but the beat that was released was very unfriendly to people who had no real material.
　　
　　The little curly hair, who has always been happy, clicks the rhythm up and down to the beat of the music, which looks very relaxed.
　　
　　When he sang the first note, the tutor Yao Chen, who hadn't had much expectation, moved slightly.
　　
　　Yin Suli, who was still ready to accept the magic sound, couldn't help but straighten up when he sang the first rap, with a rare surprise in her eyebrows.
　　
　　She can tell whether the rapping ability has a real foundation or a fake style.
　　
　　Su Qinglan looks like bronze, but it is the same as bronze, it can be said that it has nothing to do with it.
　　
　　The tempo is very accurate, very accurate, every word is stuck on the node, and it can even predict the stoppage of the later stage, and has done the expression freeze processing that fits the music style, which promotes the small climax of the atmosphere.
　　
　　The whole place became heated up. Su Qinglan was not trying to pit the single bet and double bet that other trainees often pursued too much, but gave people a sense of ease. If you insist on describing it, it sounds very comfortable.
　　
　　This is difficult to do. Many rappers are very strong, speak fast and clearly, and even have so-called stage appeal, which can make people feel excited after listening. But there is also a more obvious problem, that is, the pursuit of "fullness" too much. It's good to have full content, but excessive content can give people a sense of stuffing. It's as if someone is chasing you, hurry up. Everyone admits that they are strong, but they sound a little tired.
　　
　　But for Su Qinglan, his style is very obvious, which is freedom.
　　
　　There are crazy output parts, and there is also a soothing and brisk rhythm. His rap has its own flavor and creativity, but the structure is very complete.
　　
　　Su Qinglan, who picked up the microphone and started performing, looked like a completely changed person. There was a light on his body that could not be defined by a simple description, and the whole person was shining.
　　
　　Yin Suli couldn't help but start shaking and humming in accordance with the rhythm, with rare appreciation in her eyes.
　　
　　Very good, or not just a good degree, it is very good.
　　
　　——He is enjoying music.
　　
　　Many trainees are immersed in hard training, it takes a long time, the hard work and sweat are real, and the attitude is absolutely serious, but they lack a little bit of their taste. The skills are very mature, even the teacher may not be able to spot any faults, but like a neat and perfect score composition, the curls are very beautiful, but there is no soul.
　　
　　Rap originally originated from black people in the slums of New York. They can improvise and sing again and again after hearing a rhythm. The content does not have to be meaningful. It can be that five cents have just been stolen and they are in a bad mood. It can be so happy that they met a beautiful girl today.
　　
　　Rap is used to convey emotions, to express yourself. No one uses a frame to fetter this kind of creation and put a rigid shackle on it. You can express yourself and release yourself as you like, and any feelings are fine.
　　
　　Depression, anger, happiness, sadness, as long as you want to express through lyrics, there is no restriction. It can be wild and wild, or it can be introverted and unassuming.
　　
　　Rap is not just the option of fast beats, it can even be straightforward, using three minutes to slowly tell a story that belongs to you.
　　
　　State your point of view, show your attitude, and state your position. Both simplicity and complexity are up to you. Letting the world hear your pure voice is the right given to everyone by life.
　　
　　 You are free.
　　
　　Rap is free.
　　
　　It is not just music, it also represents the soul that is burning enthusiastically.
　　
　　When Su Qinglan finished singing the last note, the atmosphere in the whole studio was unprecedentedly high.
　　
　　"I missed my eyes, this is cool."
　　
　　The camera once again focused on Lu Zhi, who has been doing real-time reactions for each trainee. He was enthusiastic about his friends and output rainbow farts. Even the director has to be convinced, this is a pure talker, it is impossible to pretend to be for so long- too much to say!
　　
　　The trainee sitting next to Lu Zhi had heard him talk about it for almost three hours. At first, he was amused and laughed. Now he is numb and is in the stage of his soul coming out of my Buddha's compassion.
　　
　　Help, who can drag this guy out to close the wheat! Tang Seng is alive and he can't say anything!
　　
　　However, the director couldn't hear his heart, and he was too embarrassed to let Lu Zhi clean up for a while, after all, others were pretty good.
　　
　　Say a few words silently, all four are empty.
　　
　　On the stage, the ruthless mentor Yin Suli was expressing her appreciation for the first time: "You are very talented. When did you start to rap?"
　　
　　Yin Suli will soon regret asking this question.
　　
　　After Su Qinglan sang the song, he became the cute little silly again. He thought about it seriously for a while: "Junior high school, right?"
　　
　　"...No." He seemed to remember something, and said confidently, "I think Get up, my first contact with rap is related to you, the teacher."
　　
　　"Me?" Yin Suli thought it was a wave of rainbow farts coming again, yeah, she was the national female rapper who created a new era of rap——
　　
　　"The first rap I heard from the teacher was a battle for love!" After thinking hard for a long time, Su Qinglan said the title of the song with certainty.
　　
　　Yin Suli suddenly stiffened: "..."
　　
　　No one has mentioned this for about 20 years. Yin Suli has been deliberately avoiding the black history, and the sky is full of pink bubble girls rap.
　　
　　Yin Suli was young, but she didn't want to remember that year at all.
　　
　　No one mentions it. Fortunately, Yin Suli has been too familiar with the post-editing routines of these variety shows for many years.
　　
　　 The moment when the last word of Su Qinglan's "Love Attack Battle" is sounded, clear "historical data" will be released on the screen, that song. The MV that can’t be bear to look straight will be played in a loop at least three times, and it may be played fast, slow, or even frozen... Finally, maybe she will have a close-up of her current expression, with three big characters on the post-text box P next to it: Ye Qing returned.
　　
　　Yin Suli's current mood is regret.
　　
　　The impression of the ruthless and glamorous female rapper stopped a minute ago, and the party involved Yin Suli split on the spot.
　　
　　She can now be sure that she didn't come to participate in this show to make money, but to cross the robbery.
　　
　　Cui Zhihao next to Piansheng was still suffocating, Lai Yuhan picked up the microphone with a smile on his face and began to sing: "I will give you a love letter, and you will give me a bouquet of roses. We are a match made in heaven..."
　　
　　Su Qinglan: "Oh, Yo!"
　　
　　Yin Suli took a deep breath and said blankly, "...shut up."
　　
　　Enough jokes, Yao Chen brought the topic back to Su Qinglan’s performance just now. He couldn’t help but sigh: “The improvisation just now was wonderful. My level can’t teach you.”
　　
　　As soon as this sentence came out, the whole studio began to restless, and nearly a hundred trainees on the pyramid seats made a mess of noise, and a boy sitting in the front row was more convinced. With his gesture, he shouted "respect".
　　
　　As a mentor, Yao Chen's comprehensive strength and stage experience can be said to be enough to comment on most trainees. However, it seems that Yao Chen has a specialization in the art industry. After all, Yao Chen is a dancer. His dance strength is one of the best among his peers. Rap ​​is relatively not so prominent. He can only guarantee that he will not pull his hips in team performances.
　　
　　He is very young, but he is considered a senior-only when he debuted early. In the past few years, Yao Chen has participated in numerous large and small shows and has seen many stages of different levels. He knows how brilliant Su Qinglan’s rap ability is, enough to get him to win the votes after the first episode.
　　
　　Yao Chen felt a little vicissitude of life with his twenty-something face. The next generation is terrifying. I don't know when he will be shot to death on the beach.
　　
　　Su Qinglan has no idea about his own strength, but he knows that Yao Chen has given him a high evaluation. His eyes are bright and the corners of his mouth are about to fly into the sky: "Thank you, teacher! But, I want to be vocal."
　　
　　Yin Suli just dropped her blood pressure. It came up in an instant. She rounded her eyes and said angrily: "You little...cough, you are so strong in rap, what kind of vocal is a waste of talent."
　　
　　Su Qinglan blinked, a little dazed, but still confidently insisted: "But I like it better. To sing!"
　　
　　Yin Suli remembered the "Campus Singer Contest No. 1" she had seen in the data before, wondering not sure, is it possible that his vocal strength is stronger than rap? Then he will have to fight with Lai Yuhan, he will not let go easily when he meets a good seedling. This evergreen who looks gentle and good-tempered is very stubborn.
　　
　　Lai Yuhan suddenly became energetic. He remembered that Su Qinglan just said that he prefers R&B, and he should also sing the chorus melody well.
　　
　　"It was a song you originally prepared? Let's sing it first." Lai Yuhan pushed his glasses, adjusted his ears, and expressed great expectations for the songs that he would hear next.
　　
　　"Thank you, teacher." Su Qinglan was happy as soon as he heard that he was about to sing. The other trainees also calmed down, trying not to let the noise affect his subsequent performance.
　　
　　The prelude is a very soothing tune. Upon hearing this prelude, the four instructors and trainees all felt that the song they were about to hear must be the sound of nature that can wash away the tiredness.
　　
　　When everyone's expectations reached its peak, Su Qinglan spoke.
　　
　　Lai Yuhan's expression gradually changed from expectant, dazed, to stiff, shocked, and finally frozen in sluggishness.
　　
　　He is a little skeptical of life.
　　
　　Yin Suli quickly took off her ears. She didn't have any special thoughts, so she wanted to pay a lot of money for a pair of ears that hadn't heard the song.
　　
　　Su Qinglan sang very selflessly, even very intoxicated, his ears flushed with excitement.
　　
　　Everyone did not interrupt him in a surprisingly tacit understanding.
　　
　　After singing a song, Su Qinglan was very happy. His eyes were bright and he said: "Teacher, how am I singing?"

        The four instructors had very solemn expressions and apathetic spirits, and they didn't know how to speak.
　　
　　Yin Suli was a little weak and questioned: "...Didn't you say you like to sing R&B?!"
　　
　　Su Qinglan was taken aback, scratching his head, and said: "Yes, but they all say I sing badly ." He dropped a little. And said with full of vitality: "But I believe that diligence can make up for one's weaknesses, and love can make a way out!"
　　
　　Yin Suli also wanted to struggle a bit: "...Why did you come first in the campus singer contest?"
　　
　　Su Qinglan was a little embarrassed. He rubbed his little curly hair: "The girls in the class said that I can sing very well after practicing more."
　　
　　Yin Suli looked at his cute and ignorant face that can make a mother's love overflow instantly-
　　
　　OK.

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