Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 11 It turned out to be this song

In the audience seats below, there were counselors from several grades of the college and the student union chairmen sitting in the front row. At the back, there were students who signed up for the program selection like Zhao Qian. It seemed that there were still many people. There were also some relatives and friends who came to help cheer up.

The program review and selection have not yet begun, and the environment is a bit noisy.

Things like a relative and friend group are optional for Zhao Qian, and he doesn't expect anyone to applaud him. He even wishes that everyone would not know him, so no one would know if he was embarrassed.

Of course, he still hoped that he could perform normally. He subconsciously clenched his fists and it didn’t matter if no one cheered him up, so he should use his strength to conquer the judges!

As soon as Zhao Qian sat down and barely calmed down, he heard someone beside him whispering his name: "Hey, Zhao Qian?"

He looked back and saw that it was a boy from Class 5, Lu Junwei. He had met several times, but he was not familiar with him, but he was still kind. He was sitting not far from the same row, separated by two girls from other classes.

Zhao Qian smiled and waved to respond: "Hi, Lu Junwei..."

Lu Junwei widened his eyes: "You are here to participate in the program review?"

Obviously he was surprised by Zhao Qian's appearance. As far as he knew, Zhao Qian didn't usually participate in extracurricular activities, and even did not join a club. It was really rare to see him attend the program selection of the welcome party!

Of course, it may also be here to make soy sauce.

Lu Junwei subconsciously glanced at Zhao Qian's vicinity, but didn't see other classmates in his class, and felt even more strange.

"yes."

Zhao Qian smiled and nodded as expected, without explaining too much. He came to participate in the new party selection program and even the dormitory classmates did not say anything about it. No one except He Jiajia knew about it, and of course Lu Junwei didn't know it either.

Lu Junwei suddenly realized and asked curiously: "What is the program you signed up for? A sketch or a chorus?"

In general classes, they only sign up for these two types of people, and they come to participate with a so-called soy attitude. They never thought of choosing them, just to deal with the college’s dispatch tasks.

Zhao Qian shook his head: "No."

"No?" Lu Junwei raised his eyebrows: "Then what are you going to perform?"

Zhao Qian smiled and kept it a secret: "You will know later."

"You guy." Lu Junwei rolled his eyes, helpless about it, but he felt a little curious. It seemed that Zhao Qian came alone, what kind of program would he perform? Musical instruments? Or singing?

Zhao Qian kept silent and pointed to the stage. At this time, the host who was responsible for hosting the review and selection of the program tonight had already stepped on the stage.

Lu Junwei shut up at the right time.

But the girl with a ponytail next to him looked at Zhao Qian curiously and asked in a low voice: "Hey, what's the name of that boy? Which class is it from?"

"Class 2, Zhao Qian." Lu Junwei whispered, but he didn't take Zhao Qian to heart. He had already inquired before, and there were only four or five competitive programs this time. Except for the two sophomores and two or three juniors, the rest of the other classes were not afraid. In general, his class still has a lot of hope to qualify.

"Oh, it turns out that he is Zhao Qian." The girl was surprised. She had heard of this name before, but she had never seen a real person.

The program performed by their Class 5 this time is a sketch, mainly focusing on recalling the life of a freshman and the transformation from a sophomore year. The content is standard and positive, and the class teacher is also optimistic. As long as nothing unexpected happens, you can get a place.

Zhao Qian vaguely seemed to hear someone talking about his name, but the scene was noisy and he didn't pay attention.

He is feeling a little nervous now.

After all, this is his first time participating in such an event. Although there are not many audiences in the audience, it is simply a silly witch compared to the thousands of viewers at the welcome party, let alone the concerts of tens of thousands of big stars.

Take a deep breath... Take a deep breath...

Zhao Qian ranked first in the order, except for the two classes of soy sauce programs, it was him.

"I invite the next contestant, Zhao Qian from Class 2 of English Class 15. The program he brought us is a solo song for personal songs, please invite."

When the host's voice passed through the microphone and reached everyone on the stage, Zhao Qian was already standing in the audience waiting. When the host's voice finished, he stepped onto the stage generously.

When Qi Zheng saw Zhao Qian coming on stage, his eyes lit up slightly. When he noticed that he was a little nervous, he couldn't help but smile. He suddenly looked forward to what kind of performance Zhao Qian would bring tonight.

Looking at the dark head below, Zhao Qian felt his calves a little soft and he was calm. He tightly said, "Hello everyone, I am Zhao Qian. The program I want to perform is a solo song. The song is called "butter-fly", which is an anime song. I think many people should have heard it."

When his slightly cold voice echoed in the small venue, the audience and the judges below were curious.

"This Zhao Qian is from the English class, why are you singing Japanese songs?" The counselor of Level 13 asked Qi Zheng.

Qi Zheng spread his hands: "I don't know, this is the program he reported. Maybe he has practiced it seriously."

The level 14 counselor whispered: "Let me listen first. If you sing well, it will not matter. If you sing well, it will not matter. If you sing poorly, then what should you do or what should you do."

Several teachers nodded and reached a consensus.

And the audience below was a little lively.

Lu Junwei widened his eyes and couldn't believe it: "It turned out to be this song?"

"Is this song very famous?" The female classmate next to her was unknown.

Lu Junwei glanced at her and nodded: "It's very famous! This song can be said to carry a lot of childhood memories of children born in the 1990s. Maybe you don't know it because you are a girl. But you should have heard of the animation "Digimon", which is the theme song of "Digimon". I still remember that when I was a child, I liked to carry a stool to stay in front of the TV when I got off school, just to watch "Digimon". The melody of this song can be hummed even with my eyes closed."

As he said that, he looked dazed, as if he had returned to the carefree era. Looking at Zhao Qian standing on the stage, he suddenly felt that he had a very similar aura to him.

"Damn it, it's actually this song, it's amazing!" Many students who have heard this song were surprised. This song is not so easy to sing.

Of course, there are also skeptical:

"Can a student in an English class sing Japanese songs, can he do it?"

"I have a premonition that someone will die later..."

"You will know if you listen, but if you have a hot ear, you won't listen."

Although I couldn't hear the discussions of the audience, I could guess some of them. Zhao Qian calmed down instead. Since he came up, I would show my courage and show my attitude and strength in the past two days.

"The singer of this song, Mitsuji Wada, died in April this year due to ineffective treatment of throat cancer. He was only 42 years old. Today, singing this song only expresses my remembrance of Mr. Mitsuji Wada and the animation of "Digimon", which gave me courage, friendship, love, honesty, innocence, knowledge, and gratitude in my childhood."

Zhao Qian held the microphone and said softly that he was very glad that his childhood was not Pleasant Goat Goat Big Wolf or Bear Big Bear Bald Qiang, thanks Digimon, Yagu Beast and Taiyi, and Longzhu and Sun Wukong.

He nodded to the student union staff in the corner, and the live sound suddenly came from his familiar music rhythm.

When the melody at the beginning appeared, Zhao Qian keenly discovered that many viewers were already playing beats in the audience below. Even the counselor Qi Zheng, who was sitting in the front row, was gently tapping the drum beats on the table.

Zhao Qian smiled and held the microphone tightly.

Come on, at this moment, the stage on the field belongs only to him!

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