The popularity and traffic of the Good Voice have been getting lower and lower in the past two years. Now that such a thing happens, the show crew can wake up laughing from their dreams.

Taking advantage of this popularity, the program team made a little publicity, and the attention of the entire program was much higher than before.

Originally, the finals of the regional competition were recorded and broadcast. Seeing that the popularity was so high, they decided to set up a simultaneous live broadcast on TV and the Internet to maximize the popularity.

For this, the program team has made various preparations. Before, the equipment on the live stage was general, but now it is directly upgraded to the level of the main competition.

After everything is ready.

The Voice of the Voice Magic City finals officially kicked off this weekend.

The TV station has not yet started broadcasting, and the live broadcast room on the Internet has become lively.

"Support Wuming! Dry and shatter the yin and yang strange song!!"

"I listened to the two songs he sang yesterday, and they are indeed a little better than that bitch."

"It's useless if you can only sing and don't compose. There are many good songs in the music world. Only those who can write and sing can become popular!"

"It is recommended to directly pk with Brother Mu and defeat him head-on!"

"Why hasn't the feature film started yet, I can't wait to vote for Wuming, such a powerful person must be popular!!"

There are not many people in the audience who really pay attention to the show, and most of them come for the nameless.

The other contestants are completely foils.

The audience has basically arrived, almost 500 people.

Xu Yan and Su Qingwan were among them. They wanted to see what the level of this person who dared to challenge Xu Muge was at the scene.

The finals used a comprehensive voting system.

One-third of the judges' votes, one-third of the live audience, and one-third of the online audience.

The five people with the highest overall ranking in the end are considered to be promoted.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

The show started on time.

After the host made a simple opening remarks, the contestants began to sing on stage one by one.

Originally, there were seventy or eighty contestants participating in this round, but now it has been broadcast live on TV and the Internet, and it will take at least five hours for so many people to sing.

In order for the program not to be so lengthy, the program team made temporary adjustments.

It is not possible to temporarily eliminate some people, and several judges will assign fifty of them to other competition areas according to their performance in the previous period.

The remaining twenty powerful ones will stay in this issue and continue to participate in the finals.

What is concentrated is the essence, which is also for the sake of the quality of the program.

Twenty players are preparing in the background. Those who can get to this stage have something to some extent, but most of them don't have much.

Xu Muge, who was wearing a mask, sat beside him, as if he didn't fit in well.

As the biggest hit of the show, of course, he was left to the finale.

Therefore, when the audience who were looking forward to hearing Wuming sing, listened to more than a dozen other people, they all went numb.

"What's going on? Why is there no name yet!!"

"These are all crooked melons and cracked dates, so I can make it to the finals?"

"If the program team can't do it, it's okay to not do it. I don't know who we are here for!"

"I'm almost finished with the snacks I bought! I haven't seen the master yet!"

If the people in front of them sing well, that's all. The key is that they sing very mediocrely.

If it was on KTV, it would be ok, but on such a big stage, their level is obviously a lot worse.

So everyone seemed a little impatient.

Fortunately, the program team screened most of the people in advance. At the end of the program, everyone finally waited until Wuming came on stage.

Wuming was still wearing an ordinary mask, and his long legs looked like two telephone poles, long and straight.

When he appeared on the stage, it was lively and lively, both live and in the live broadcast room.

"I'm coming!"

"It's finally here! Don't let us down!"

"I wonder if he is still singing Brother Mu this time?"

Xu Muge's own three songs are "Happy Breakup", "Single Love Song", "Life (Kill the Shijiazhuang Man, and "Breathing Pain" written to Liang Ruixue.

Wuming has already sung the happy breakup and single love songs, so everyone guessed that he might sing life this time.

Too bad they guessed wrong.

When the unfamiliar melody sounded, several big question marks appeared on their foreheads.

"What song is this? Why don't you have the slightest impression?"

"I haven't heard of it either."

In an instant, they had a bold idea.

This person can't sing his own original song! !

screen display.

"The End of the Song"

Lyricist: Anonymous.

Composer: Anonymous.

Weed! Really original song! !

Seeing this, the audience was immediately excited.

You must know that Xu Muge had only made a mockery of him before, saying that he could only sing and not compose.

Unexpectedly, this person directly hit Xu Muge in the face with practical actions!

This is too cool!

It's just like reading Shuangwen novels! !

Don't you say I can only sing? I will write a song for you to sing right now!

Prove that not only can I sing better than you, but I can also create and write songs!

Etc., etc.

Don't worry, let's listen to this song.

If you just made an original song, you might as well not make it.

Not to mention the quality directly surpasses Xu Muge's few songs, at least it has to be not much different.

The audience forcibly suppressed their excitement, pricked up their ears, and wanted to listen to this song seriously.

Under the stage, Xu Yan and Su Qingwan looked at each other silently.

"I thought he could sing life or the pain of breathing, but I didn't expect to sing original songs. This person is a bit interesting," Su Qingwan said.

Xu Yan nodded affirmatively, "Let's hear how it goes first."

While chatting, Wuming has already sung a few sentences.

The lyrics and melody are okay, it's definitely not an ordinary song written casually.

The climax is soon reached.

Wuming roared in a slightly hoarse, low smoke voice.

"I finally know the loneliness of the end of the song."

"Only sad people have it."

"Your last red body remains in my eyes, and I have no excuse for attachment..."

Excellent singing skills coupled with suitable melody and lyrics, penetrating and contagious.

Therefore, hearing this, many people can't help but feel a sour nose, and have the urge to cry.

This makes one wonder what kind of emotion he has experienced to sing this heart-piercing pain.

The audience under the stage felt the most appropriate.

"He's a man with a story."

"I can't sing this flavor without running a few wives."

"My God! If you sing this on ktv, you have to sing at least seven or eight princesses!!"

"Before, his singing was all about skills. There are few singers who can match him in terms of singing skills. This song is all about emotion, like a prodigal son who has experienced many loves."

"I'll cry first."