ocean-life Chapter 276, Number 3
Chapter 276, Number 3
Then, he glanced at the registration form that Jiang Bai had filled out.
"Has the song selection been finalized?"
Li Ming glanced down at the registration form. "The Sea?"
He frowned, looking at Jiang Bai with a puzzled expression:
"Is it the song 'The Sea' sung by Wang XX? Isn't that a patriotic song?"
"The one that praises the vastness and towering waves of the sea?"
"Although that song is righteous, it's not really suitable for this kind of competitive stage; it lacks any ups and downs."
"Jiang Bai, would you like to change to another song?"
"Or should we sing this song, since it's a patriotic song, and we can conveniently piggyback on Jiang Baizhi's 'I Love You, China'?"
Jiang Bai shook his head, his voice lowering:
"It's not that song, this is my original composition."
"It's not praising the sea, but a heart-wrenching lament."
"An original version of 'The Sea'? A tragic love song?"
Director Li Ming was stunned, repeatedly chewing on those words.
In his view, anyone who dares to use such a grand word as "the sea" to write about personal feelings is either an extremely arrogant genius or a naive newcomer.
He subconsciously thought of Zhang Dali, who was also singing a sad song that night.
Zhang Dali has prepared his trump card tonight.
That was "Broken Hearts," created by a renowned artist specifically for the masked stage, and its main theme was "contrasting tragedy."
And Jiang Bai...
A newcomer, unknown and without any seniority, tries to piggyback on the grand title of a classic song with the same name, and even wants to compete with Zhang Dali in style in a competition?
Li Ming sighed, and a hint of pity unconsciously crept into his gaze as he looked at Jiang Bai.
"Jiang Bai, although I have high hopes for you, listen to my advice."
"Zhang Dali is a third-tier singer, but he has a deep background. Tonight, he will also take a tragic route."
"If your original song is too old-fashioned in melody or doesn't express the emotions well, it could easily become his stepping stone."
"How about...we change to another song?"
"Your song 'My Future Is Not a Dream' may be familiar to many, but recording the official version here will definitely produce better results."
Jiang Bai declined Li Ming's offer, his eyes revealing a madness that even the director found chilling:
"Director Li, if the ocean is only magnificent, then it is too lonely."
"Tonight, I will let everyone hear the resentment and tears hidden in the deepest part of the sea."
.......
After signing in, Jiang Bai fastened his mask back on.
Amidst the awe and curiosity of the staff, I followed a young girl to the "number selection room" deep in the corridor.
Jiangsu TV clearly invested heavily in the set design for "The Masked Singer".
Pushing open the heavy soundproof door, the lights inside the room instantly dimmed, with only six glass pillars standing in the center of the room emitting a cold, eerie blue light.
And right in the center.
There was a completely black, perfectly sealed lottery box on the table.
Two cameras were already in place nearby.
The camera flashed a red light, clearly recording this fateful choice.
"Teacher Jiang, this is the recording location for the pre-match video."
The young girl leading the way pointed to the room and introduced it:
"Please choose a mask you like first, then go to that black box and draw lots to determine your appearance order and PK opponent."
Jiang Bai nodded slightly and stepped towards the six glass pillars.
Since he was the fourth contestant to arrive, three of the six pillars were already empty.
The remaining three masks are an extremely flamboyant "green-haired monster", a seemingly adorable "big black bear", and a fox mask that is entirely silver-white with scarlet patterns at the corners of its eyes.
Jiang Bai's gaze swept over the "green-haired monster" and the "big black bear," finally settling on the fox mask.
"fox......."
The scene of the freshman party instantly flashed through Jiang Bai's mind.
To avoid revealing his identity, he specifically asked six deliverymen to wear fox masks and act as backup dancers.
"Tongzi, look at this, isn't this fate?"
"Back then, I commanded the foxes; today, I'm the fox myself."
Jiang Bai thought to himself, "This is the closed loop of fate!"
Then, he reached out and directly removed the cold fox mask.
The mask has an extremely delicate feel, and the silvery-white material gleams with a cool luster under the light.
Jiang Bai deftly put it on his face. Due to its extremely high charm, the fox face, which was originally slightly effeminate, was placed on Jiang Bai's angular features and actually exuded a kind of "demonic domineering aura".
The feeling was like a nine-tailed fox king who had become a spirit, who had just emerged from the deep mountains and was about to take over the entire human world!
"Teacher Jiang, please draw lots." The director's instruction came from behind the camera.
Jiang Bai remained silent, maintaining his aloof "Silver Fox" persona, and strode over to the black box.
He reached out and groped around in the dark opening of the box, touching a slightly stiff piece of paper.
With a slight movement of the fingertips, it is withdrawn.
Jiang Bai unfolded the note.
There was only one number on it, as black as ink: 3.