Wang Shu naturally felt the other party's gaze, but he didn't care. After all, this guy was only a few hours away from being kicked out of the music scene.
If he wanted to glare, let him glare. It wouldn't cost him any flesh anyway.
As time passed, it was soon time for the program to begin recording.
After the program group drew lots.
It was Wang Shu's turn to host this episode.
So Wang Shu directly walked to the center of the stage and took out the cue card that Xiao Su had just handed him.
When the audience in the audience saw Wang Shu again after a weekend, they were all very excited.
Because many of these audiences bought tickets to attend the live broadcast after watching the first episode of "I Am a Singer" on Friday.
"This is my first time seeing Wang Shu live. I didn't expect him to be even more handsome in person than on TV!"
"This is my second time seeing him live. I was already his fan in the neighboring show 'Weekly Good Voice' before!"
"Wang Shu is simply yyds, a genius creator in the music scene!"
Many audience members had very high praise for Wang Shu, because singers like Wang Shu who could create, had good singing skills, good stage presence, and were also good-looking were rare in the music scene.
"Who is Wang Shu? We came to see Fanfan, can this guy get off the stage quickly?"
"Exactly, he looks sickly, you can tell he's weak in kidneys. Our Fanfan is tall, mighty, and handsome!"
"I really don't understand the director's taste. It would have been great if Fanfan was the host this episode, but they chose such a random person to be the host!"
Because of Wu Yifan's participation, tickets for this episode's live recording were exceptionally hard to get. Although Wu Yifan was a member of a top boy group from Korea, he also had a large fanbase in China.
Of course, this fanbase consisted mainly of young, immature girls, who were extremely fanatical in their pursuit of Wu Yifan.
Because of this, they didn't pay attention to the essence of the show and came to the show as audience members just to pursue their Fanfan.
"Alright, the first singer for today's competition is Wu Yifan, performing the song 'A Big Bowl of Noodles'."
After Wang Shu finished speaking, he walked off the stage.
He happened to run into Wu Yifan, who was preparing to go on stage.
Wu Yifan's lips curved upwards, with an expression of unparalleled handsomeness as he walked past Wang Shu.
Then he walked onto the stage.
Wu Yifan, wearing a red robe, had his long hair tied into a ponytail. He strutted and posed on stage, basking in the cheers of his fans!
"Fanfan! So handsome! The most handsome man in the Chinese music scene!"
"With this looks and charisma, it's not an exaggeration to say he crushes all the singers on this show, right?"
"Isn't that obvious? Our Fanfan is a member of the world's hottest boy group xxoo, and aren't all the singers on this show has-beens?"
When his fans saw Wu Yifan on stage, they screamed non-stop.
Many fans even boasted about Wu Yifan's status and proudly showed off to the calm audience members next to them.
Meanwhile, the original audience members of the show were speechless and even helpless.
They came to this show to listen to music, not to watch this greasy man show off!
The most helpless were the five hundred public judges. They were not interested in this type of boy group, and many of the older ones didn't even know what a boy group was.
As for the younger ones, they were also not very interested in Wu Yifan.
Wu Yifan was very satisfied with the atmosphere. Although this was one of his few performances in China.
As the accompaniment started, Wu Yifan began to move his body along with the music.
As a professional boy group member, singing, dancing, and rapping were all essential skills.
Therefore, he felt he was much better than those guests who only knew how to hum, as he had the advantage of dancing and was sure to overwhelm that sickly weakling.
And when Wu Yifan started his dance moves, the public judges in the audience were even more bewildered.
They all had the expression of "an old man looking at a phone on the subway."
Having lived for so many years, many older public judges had never seen such a dance.
"Did this young man have fleas on him?"
"Is this dance called maggot dance? Why does he look like a maggot wriggling?"
"It almost made me throw up my dinner from last night. Can this young man stop dancing and sing quickly!"
Many older public judges complained. This was the first time they had seen someone dance like this on stage.
On the other hand, in the area where Wu Yifan's fans were, there were continuous screams.
"I can't take it anymore, looking at Fanfan's dance is making me get a nosebleed!"
"Me too, it's too explosive, he truly is from a top boy group!"
"I'm satisfied, today is another satisfying day, to see Fanfan's dance!"
...
After a dance segment, Wu Yifan stood up, picked up the microphone from the stand, and began to sing his original new song!
"Hi hi hi!
Look at this bowl, it's big and round.
Look at this noodle, it's long and wide.
......"
As these few lines of lyrics came out.
The entire audience was divided into two scenes: some were silent, and some were very excited.
"You can tell this song was written by Fanfan, it's so good, he's truly talented in creation!"
"Don't say it, I think if Fanfan had developed in China earlier, he would have become a music artist!"
"Fanfan's songwriting skills have surpassed most singers in China, these lyrics, this melody, it's truly good!"
At this moment, Wu Yifan's fans reached a fever pitch again.
They were no longer just praising Wu Yifan's looks, but also his creative talent.
In their eyes, Wu Yifan was better than many domestic singers, and the songs he wrote casually were all good.
But the other group of audience members was already numb.
They had initially begged Wu Yifan to stop dancing, but when Wu Yifan sang these few lines with autotune, they were all stunned.
What kind of high-tech singing method was this?
Were these lyrics really written by a human's thought process?
The most uncomfortable were the public judges who loved music.
Because they were the most emotional and had the most aesthetic appreciation for music in the entire audience.
But when this song entered their ears, they were stunned on the spot.
This could be called a song?
Even their grandchildren, who were a few years old, could hum better than this!
They couldn't understand why such a person could have so many fans!
Why was the show still inviting such a person to perform?
In the backstage of the show, Gong Tao, sitting in the control room, looked at the screen with a worried expression.
He didn't want to invite Wu Yifan at first, but his superior, for some unknown reason, suddenly forced him to accept him.
He had even offended the singers who were originally scheduled.
He had wanted to argue, but his superiors even threatened him with the suspension of the show if he refused.
So, in order to ensure the smooth recording of the show, he had no choice but to compromise and let Wu Yifan be a replacement singer.
"Director, how are we going to edit this performance in post-production?"
The assistant director next to him said to Gong Tao with a tingling scalp.
"How else can we edit it? The person arranged by the higher-ups, we can't cut a single second, we have to show it all!"
Gong Tao said helplessly.
If he could cut it, he would have cut the entire segment, but then his superior would probably fire him on the spot!
"I hope Wang Shu can be more effective and eliminate this guy as soon as possible!"
Gong Tao couldn't help but pray at this moment.
After all, keeping this guy on his show was truly polluting the environment and annoying people.
Moreover, this time, because Wu Yifan's fans maliciously snatched tickets, many audience members couldn't get tickets and were complaining to the production team.
"
This big bowl of wide noodles is also expensive.
Don't talk yet.
Don't attack if you don't want to give you a chance.
Just disperse.
Go to sleep after listening to this song.
..."
Fortunately, Wu Yifan's song wasn't too long, perhaps the lyrics ran out.
In less than three minutes, the normal performance ended.
As for Wu Yifan's song, Gao Dajin and Liu Huan, who were professional consultants, could barely bear to comment.
However, both of them knew a little about Wu Yifan's background and couldn't ignore him.
So Gao Dajin directly gave his stock comment, saying things like the lyrics were very flavorful and the arrangement had a personal style.
Liu Huan simply said he looked forward to a more exciting performance and sent the esteemed guest away.
The second performer on stage was Zhang Bichen. This time, with Wang Shu's lyrics as support.
Zhang Bichen was much more confident when she went on stage.
"Sister Chen, cheer up! You can find me anytime if you have any problems!"
As Wu Yifan walked backstage, he met Zhang Bichen and said to her with a smile.
Zhang Bichen ignored him and walked straight to the stage.
Seeing that Zhang Bichen ignored him, Wu Yifan was immediately displeased.
"You slut, pretending to be pure and noble. Just you wait, I'll show you my power!"
Wu Yifan returned to the backstage with a belly full of resentment.
Zhang Bichen walked onto the stage and took the microphone from Wang Shu.
"An old tree in front of the door has grown new buds.
A withered tree in the yard has bloomed again.
Half a lifetime of words have been accumulated.
Hidden in the white hair.
......."
After a melancholic prelude, Zhang Bichen's gentle singing brought the atmosphere to the audience.
Many public judges and audience members, whose ears had been polluted by Wu Yifan's autotune, now closed their eyes and listened intently.
This was a song filled with sincere emotion, and Zhang Bichen deeply understood the feelings conveyed in it.
Therefore, when she sang, she poured her own emotions into the song.