Zhang Wei came to issue a notice and invited Huang Zhong to the Peacock Cup competition to help her cheer.

"Auntie, Ding Ding will come and cheer you up!" Huang Ding Ding rushed to agree.

"Haha, my aunt didn't love you in vain."

Zhang Wei sucked her big mouth hard on her niece's face, and then shouted at Huang Zhong: "Brother, that's great if you are a judge."

This is really not nonsense. At present, the domestic pop music industry is basically in the exploratory stage, and Huang Zhong has the most say.

However, the judges, in addition to their ability level, must also be respectful. In this regard, Huang Zhong is a little bit unfair.

Huang Zhong gave her a blank look: "If I were a judge, you wouldn't even think about going to the back door."

"Who wants to go through the back door?"

Zhang Wei stuck out her tongue: "I just think, brother, you should be the judge the most."

The next morning, Huang Zhong was about to set off when he saw several little babies dressed neatly and came to his yard.

Huang Zhong looked at his daughter, and Huang Dingding smiled: "This is my aunt's cheering group."

OK, the choir of the alley, it’s great to go to the live viewing.

Anyway, the location of the Peacock Cup preliminaries is on TV. Huang Zhong is quite familiar, so it should be no problem to bring a few kids in.

The children all got on a tricycle and were pulled by the Baner in the alley and headed to the TV station.

Huang Zhong was riding a bicycle behind the formation, and he heard the singing of a small choir in front of him: Monkey Brother Monkey Brother, you are really amazing; Monkey Brother Monkey Brother, pedaling a bicycle...

Hi, these kids.

Today's TV stations do not have so many gorgeous studios, lighting and stage facilities are also quite outdated.

When Huang Zhong and his team entered the venue, they basically had the layout of the theater: the stage in front and the audience seats below.

The big words are written in the middle: The popular preliminaries of the first Peacock Cup Music Competition.

On the curtain behind the stage, a simplified peacock mark is hung, and two microphones are placed on the stage, even if they are all alive.

The conditions are indeed quite simple, and there is no live accompaniment. They use a tape recorder to play tape. After all, it is a preliminary competition. There are many contestants and their levels are uneven.

Huang Zhong and the TV station are familiar with each other, and the seats arranged are relatively high.

Further ahead are a few rows of contestants' seats, and the first row is the judges' seats.

Before Huang Zhong could sit down, a shout came from the front: "Brother!"

This voice doesn't require a microphone, basically the entire hall can be heard clearly, and many people are looking here.

Huang Zhong looked at Zhang Wei who stood up and waved to them. When he saw the sister's new explosive head, he knew that she was going to be in trouble.

It was still Huang Dingding and the others who were sensible, and they waved their fists together and shouted to Zhang Wei, "Come on!"

As expected, it was not in vain that Zhang Wei threw a pack of snacks over, and Huang Ding Ding was happily distributed to everyone.

Hu Xiaozhou was eating chocolate, grinning and his big face was thrusting.

"Teacher Huang!" Ah Mao, Cheng Fangyuan, Su Hong and others also gathered around, and these are also contestants.

They are all family, so they are naturally closer.

Huang Dingding immediately said that he would cheer for his sisters later.

"Teacher Huang, you are here too." Someone came over to say hello.

Huang Zhong was also happy when he looked at Lao Cui: "Are you here to participate in the competition?"

"I want to try it." Lao Cui was introverted and chatted with Huang Zhong for a few words.

This is not after Huang Zhong's family created the song "Nothing" and Lao Cui and his companions continued to improve until they felt satisfied, and then they had to try it out.

"Then come on!"

Huang Zhong slapped him, "Old Cui, I and several students from the training class have worked together to create a song about Xintianyou. When this competition is over, everyone will communicate together."

Strictly speaking, the song "Nothing" also has a bit of northwest wind.

"Okay!" Lao Cui nodded vigorously, and then returned to his seat.

Not only Lao Cui, but also Chang Kuan also came to participate in the competition, and also greeted Huang Zhong enthusiastically: "Teacher Huang, that's great if you were a judge!"

Huang Zhong waved his hand with a smile, and then saw many contestants looking back at him.

After seeing this, Huang Zhong really saw many people who knew him: the girl who was less than 20 years old and had a ponytail and looked arrogant, wasn’t Tian Zhen?

There is also that young man with big arms and round waist. Isn’t it Zhang Weijin? He is the one who sang “Monkey Brother, Monkey Brother, you are really amazing” later.

But when Huang Zhong saw him now, the scene of this bicycle pedaling in his mind was all caused by these naughty kids.

What surprised Huang Zhong the most was a young man with long flowing hair. Huang Zhong rubbed his eyes hard: Is this Tenger?

Look at the little squinting eyes, it's really, but it's not the old bald man Teng, but the young man Teng, with a bit of unruly tragic prairie.

Huang Zhong couldn't help but smack his lips: the level of this contestant seems to be a bit high.

Not only high, it's almost breaking through the sky, okay?

Here are the future rock godfathers, the queen-level like Amao and Tian Zhen, and the unique singers like Tengger.

Not to mention being a contestant, even being a mentor is scary enough.

Fortunately, these people are still young, in their early twenties, and some are under 20 years old.

Looking at these young faces, Huang Zhong seemed to see the future of pop music.

Just as he was looking at the singers, several unfamiliar singers were also observing Huang Zhong: Is this person?

Mainly half of the contestants greeted Huang Zhong, which seemed a bit unusual.

Tengge had just been transferred to the National Song and Dance Troupe and was not very familiar with others. He wanted to find someone to inquire, but he was embarrassed to speak.

Unexpectedly, Huang Zhong took the initiative to come to him: "Tenger, right? My name is Huang Zhong."

The two shook hands and greeted each other, and Huang Zhong asked with a smile: "Which song is you preparing for?"

"It's a song that covers Teresa Teng." Tengel replied honestly.

This style is wrong?

Huang Zhong looked at Teng's unshaven Teng's songs, and he felt that they had nothing to do with Teresa Teng's songs.

However, Tenger has not yet figured out his Teng singing style. In the early days, he particularly likes to imitate Teresa Teng.

So Huang Zhong coughed lightly: "I think the music of your own nation is quite suitable."

Tenger nodded, and then added: "But I am participating in the popular group, not the ethnic group."

The current distinction between ethnic and popular is not standardized. He probably thinks that singing songs with their own ethnic style belongs to the ethnic aspect.

Huang Zhong shook his head secretly. This is impossible. Even if the above doesn't understand it, it's hard for the players below to make it difficult for the players below.

However, he still sighed: "Only national is the world."

Tenger blinked his little eyes, but he didn't understand it.

After chatting for a while, more than a dozen judges also attended.

Huang Zhong looked at the lineup and was also luxurious: Wang Kun, the leader of the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe, Qiao Yu, Master Qiao, singer Li Guyi, professor of the Conservatory of Music, Jin Tielin, and Jiang Dawei.

Take out any one, it will be very famous.

However, Huang Zhong also found a problem: although they are all famous artists, most of them are not really popular music.

This is normal, after all, pop music is just starting out. Everyone is exploring and moving forward.

Among the judges, Huang Zhong also saw a young man in his thirties. At this age, he was considered young among the judges.

Huang Zhong couldn't help but his eyes lit up: Chen Xiaoqi in Lingnan finally had someone who was popular.

This person has created and produced many popular songs, and he supports half of the sky of Yangcheng music alone.

Representative works, the sound of waves is still there, but it has been widely circulated.

"Dear judges, can you start?" The host came to ask for comments.

This is a preliminaries, and it is not live broadcast. There is not even a video recording. There is a staff member carrying a camera. He will take a few photos at that time.

Teacher Wang Kun is the general manager and his eyes swept over the judges' seat: "Is there one missing? Why haven't Teacher Li Shuanghe arrived yet?"

Soon a staff member ran over: "Teacher Li called and said he had something to do at home and could not come."

"There is still one person missing, how to score?" Wang Kun was a little dissatisfied. There were 12 judges in total. When they scored, they cut off their heads and tails. The remaining ten people scored exactly 100 points.

"Hurry and find someone to save the situation." The organizer was also anxious.

At this time, Li Guyi suddenly stood up and said, "No need to look for it. We have a ready-made one. Teacher Xiao Huang is missing a judge. Come on?"

Why is there something wrong with me?

Huang Zhong, who was watching the fun, stood up and waved his hand and said modestly: "Teacher Li, I can't do this, I have too little experience."

Dozens of contestants and judges looked at him, with searching, doubts, and joy in his eyes.

For example, Zhang Wei almost jumped out of her seat: My brother has really become a judge!
To be continued...