Su Qinglan didn't see that Yin Suli was doubting his strength at all, and nodded happily: "I sing a lot of R&B melody and rap, but I also listen to pure rap."
Yin Suli raised his eyebrows: "such as whose?"
Su Qinglan thought for a while, "A lot, I've been listening to Eric B a lot recently."
Yin Suli came to be interested. She wondered a little whether this little curly hair was pretending to be ignorant like the previous batch of trainees, or whether he really had some strength.
The ballpoint pen in her hand tapped twice on the table: "Can you be freestyle? If you can, let's listen to it now."
The trainees on the pyramid seats couldn't help but sweat for him. Yin Suli's speech as a rap tutor is not very pleasant, and he has just been embarrassed by what many people have said. Su Qinglan looks like that kind of silly character, I don't know if she will be stunned by criticism.
Just when everyone thought he might refuse, Su Qinglan simply raised her hand and grinned to reveal her cute little tiger teeth: "Can the music teacher give me a beat? Be louder, thank you!"
Very tiger, too tiger.
Yin Suli didn't see where Su Qinglan was nervous at all. The music teacher responded to any requests, but the beat released was very unfriendly to those who didn't have the real material.
The little curly hair, who has always been very happy, tapped the rhythm up and down with the beat of the music, looking very relaxed.
When he sang the first note, Yao Chen's mentor, who didn't expect too much, moved slightly.
Yin Suli, who was still ready to receive the magic sound, couldn't help sitting up straight when he heard his first rap, and a rare surprise appeared between his eyebrows.
Whether the rap skills have a real foundation or a fake style, she can tell when she hears it.
Su Qinglan looks like a bronze, but in fact it is exactly the same as bronze, and 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 in the latter part, and make the expression freeze-frame processing in line with the music style, which promotes the small climax of the atmosphere.
The whole field heated up. Su Qinglan was not trying to force the single bet and double bet that other trainees often pursued too much, but gave people a sense of ease that came naturally. If I have to describe it, it sounds very comfortable.
This is hard to do. Many rappers are very powerful, they can speak quickly and clearly, and they even have so-called stage appeal, which can make people feel a kind of excitement after listening to them. But there is also a relatively obvious problem, that is, too much pursuit of "fullness". Full content is good, but too much can also give people a sense of cramming. It's like someone behind you is chasing you, hurry up and hurry up, everyone admits that they are strong, but it actually sounds a little tired.
But for Su Qinglan, his personal style is very obvious, which is freedom.
There are crazy output parts, as well as soothing and brisk rhythms. His rap has his own flavor, creativity, but the structure is complete.
Su Qinglan, who picked up the microphone and started to perform, seemed to have completely changed. There was a radiance on his body that could not be defined by a simple description, and his whole person was shining.
Yin Suli couldn't help but started shaking and humming along with the rhythm, and there was a rare appreciation in his eyes.
Very good, or not just a good degree, but very good.
- He is enjoying the music.
Many trainees bury their heads and work hard, spend a long time, and the hard work and sweat they put in are real, and their attitude is absolutely serious, but they lack a little bit of their own taste. The skills are already very mature, and even the teacher may not be able to pick out any faults, but like a neat and perfect composition, the curling is beautiful, but there is no soul.
Rap originally originated from black people in the ghetto of New York. They could improvise over and over again when they heard a rhythm. The content doesn't have to be meaningful. It could be that they were in a bad mood when they just had their five cents stolen. It can be that today I met a beautiful girl and I was so happy that I flew up.
Rap is used to convey emotions, to express oneself. This kind of creation is not bound by a frame, put a rigid shackle on it, you can express yourself as you want, release yourself, and any emotion.
Annoyance, anger, happiness, sadness, as long as it is what you want to express through lyrics, there are no restrictions. It can be wild and wild, or it can be restrained and unassuming.
Rap is not only an option of fast tempo, it can even be flat and straightforward, using three minutes to slowly tell a story that belongs to you.
State your point of view, show your attitude, state your position. It's up to you to decide whether it's simple or complex, and letting the world hear your pure voice is the right that everyone is born with.
you are free.
Rap is free.
It's not just music, it also represents a burning soul.
When Su Qinglan finished singing the last note, the atmosphere in the entire studio was unprecedentedly high.
"I was wrong, it's really handsome."
The camera once again aimed at Lu Zhi, who had been doing real-time reaction for each trainee. He was enthusiastically opening the microphone to the little friends beside him, and frantically outputting rainbow farts. Even the director has to be convinced, this is really a pure talker, it is impossible to pretend for so long-
So much to say!
The trainee sitting next to Lu Zhi had listened to him for almost three hours. At first, he was made to laugh, but now he was numb, and he was in the stage of my Buddha's compassion when his soul came out of his body.
Help, who can drag this guy out to close the wheat! There is no Tang Seng who can say that even when he is alive!
However, the director couldn't hear his voice, and he was embarrassed to let Lu Zhiqing for a while, after all, others were actually pretty good.
Recite a few words in silence.
On the stage, Yin Sulli, the cold-hearted mentor, was expressing his appreciation for the first time in history: "You are very talented, when did you start getting into rap?"
Yin Suli will soon regret asking this question.
After Su Qinglan finished singing, she turned into that silly little cutie again, he thought for a while seriously: "Junior high school?"
"...No." He seemed to recall something, and said firmly, "I remember, my first contact with rap is related to you, teacher."
"Me?" Yin Suli was accustomed to thinking that a wave of rainbow farts was coming again. Well, yes, she is the national female rapper who created a new era of rap-
"The first rap I've ever heard of the teacher was the battle of love!" Su Qinglan thought hard for a long time before she finally said the name of the song with certainty.
Yin Suri suddenly stiffened: "..."
It has been almost twenty years since no one has mentioned this matter. Yin Suli has been deliberately avoiding the absolute black history, the girl who is full of pink bubbles and raps.
She Yin Suli was young, but she didn't want to recall the past at all.
No one mentioned it. Fortunately, Yin Suli has been out for many years and knows too much about the editing routines of these variety shows in the later stage-
At the moment when the last word of Su Qinglan's "Love Attack Battle" sounded, clear "historical data" would be released on the screen, and the MV that was unbearable to look at would be played in a loop at least three times, and it might play fast or slow. Let it go, or even freeze it... In the end, maybe there will be a close-up of her current expression. There are three big characters on the P in the later text box next to it: Ye Qinghui.
Yin Suli's current mood is regret.
The impression of the cold and beautiful female rapper stopped a minute ago, and Yin Suli, the party involved, split on the spot.
She can now be sure that she came to participate in this show not to make money, but to save the robbery.
Cui Zhihao next to Piansheng was still holding back his laughter, but Lai Yuhan picked up the microphone with a smile and began to sing: "I will give you a love letter, you will give me a bouquet of roses, we are a couple made in heaven..."
Su Qinglan: "Yo, yo!"
Yin Suli took a deep breath and said expressionlessly, "...shut up."
Enough of the joke, Yao Chen brought the topic back to Su Qinglan's performance just now, he couldn't help but sigh: "The improvisation just now was really wonderful, I have to say, if it's just one aspect of rap , my level can't teach you."
As soon as this sentence came out, the whole studio began to be restless. Nearly 100 trainees on the pyramid seats made a messy noise. A boy sitting in the front row made a convincing gesture and shouted "respect". .
As a mentor, Yao Chen, who was born in the men's team, can be said to have enough comprehensive strength and stage experience to comment on most of the trainees. But it seems that there is a specialization in the art industry. Yao Chen is a dancer after all, and his dance skills are among the best in his peers. The rap is relatively not so prominent, and he can only guarantee that he will not pull his hips in team performances.
In fact, he is also very young, but he is considered a senior because of his early debut. Over the years, Yao Chen has participated in countless shows, big and small, and has seen many stages of different levels. He knows very well how brilliant Su Qinglan's rap skills are, enough to make him top the list of votes after the first episode aired. .
Yao Chen felt a little bit of vicissitudes of life with his face in his twenties, the future is terrifying, I don't know when he will be shot to death on the beach.
Su Qinglan had no idea of his own strength, but he knew that Yao Chen gave him a high evaluation, and the corners of his mouth were so bright that he wanted to fly to the sky: "Thank you teacher! But, I want to be a vocal."
The blood pressure that Yin Suli had just dropped came up in an instant. She widened her eyes and said angrily, "You little...cough, your rap skills are so strong, what kind of vocals are you wasting your talent."
Su Qinglan blinked, a little confused, but still insisted confidently: "But I prefer to sing!"
Yin Suli remembered the "First Place in the Campus Singer Contest" she had seen in the data before, and thought unsurely, could it be that his vocal strength is stronger than that of rap? Then he will have to fight with Lai Yuhan, and he will not let go easily when he encounters a good seedling. This evergreen tree, who looks gentle and good-natured, is actually very stubborn.
Lai Yuhan regained his energy all at once. He remembered that Su Qinglan said just now that he prefers R&B, and he should also sing the melody part of the chorus well.
"You originally prepared a song, right? Let's sing first." Lai Yuhan pushed up his glasses, adjusted his ears, and looked forward to the songs he was about to hear next.
"Good teacher." Su Qinglan was happy when he heard that he was going to sing, and the other trainees also quieted down, trying not to let the noise affect his next performance.
The prelude is a very soothing tune. After hearing this prelude, the four instructors and the trainees all felt that the song they were about to hear must be the sound of nature that can wash away tiredness.
When everyone's expectations reached their peak, Su Qinglan spoke up.
Lai Yuhan's expression gradually changed from anticipation and stunned to stiff and shocked, and finally settled on sluggishness.
He has a little doubt about life.
Yin Suli quickly took off her ears. She had no special idea, so she wanted to pay a lot of money for a pair of ears that had never heard this song.
Su Qinglan sang very selflessly, even very intoxicated, her ears flushed with excitement.
Everyone was surprisingly tacit and didn't interrupt him.
After a song was sung, Su Qinglan was very happy, and he said with bright eyes, "Teacher, how did I sing?"
The expressions of the four tutors were very solemn and lethargic, and they didn't quite know how to speak.
Yin Suli questioned slightly weakly: "...Didn't you say you like to sing R&B?!"
Su Qinglan was stunned for a moment, scratched his head and said, "Yes, but they all said that I sang badly."
He fell a little low, and then said with full of vitality: "But I believe that diligence can make up for clumsiness, and love can lead to a way out!"
Yin Suli still wanted to struggle: "...Then how did you get the first place in the campus singer contest?"
Su Qinglan rubbed her curly hair a little embarrassedly: "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 could make a person's mother's love overflow in an instant -
alright.