ebonymovies Chapter 419 Nursery Rhymes
Chapter 419 Nursery Rhymes
Immediately afterwards, Wang Dazhong smiled:
"However! The singing order will be the exact opposite of the order drawn!"
"The higher the score, the more preparation time they will have, and will be scheduled to perform last!"
"The person with the lowest score only has five minutes to mentally prepare after the draw before going on stage!"
"hiss--!!!"
The entire room fell into a deathly silence.
This move, which blocks both ends, is simply taking the logic of "protecting the winner and crushing the mediocre" in variety shows to the extreme.
Jiang Bai also understood the whole process.
First, he scored 1997 points, so he was the first one to go up and draw lots.
He can choose from the four categories provided by the four mentors.
Secondly, because he had the highest score, he was the eighth to appear in the lineup, making him the final act of the entire event!
This means he has the longest preparation time and can even make targeted improvements in the background through the system.
"Good heavens, Wang Dazhong is clearly trying to get me into the finals."
Jiang Bai stroked the ears of the large bear backpack behind him, feeling a pang of emotion.
"Those with good scores have more preparation time, while those with low scores not only have to draw from what others have left, but they also have to be the first to go on stage and be doomed."
"This isn't a competition; it's a battlefield showcasing the stark contrast between the rich and the poor."
The student with the lowest score was completely dumbfounded.
This means that he will most likely only be able to take the last remaining category that the students are allowed to take.
Then, there were only ten minutes to prepare.
What's the difference between this and direct elimination?
To advance to the finals again, we must put in an extraordinary amount of effort!
"Alright! The rules have been read aloud!"
"Now, Jiang Baizhi, who's in first place, will start drawing the song category!"
Wang Dazhong glanced at Jiang Bai and said loudly.
Amidst the expectant gazes of the trainees, some even carrying a hint of farewell, Jiang Bai slowly stood up and went to the designated room.
"Jiang Baizhi, please come in."
The staff member looked solemn, bowed slightly, and gestured for them to enter.
Jiang Bai opened the room and found that it was a room completely covered by black cloth.
This is the House of Propositions.
In the middle of the room was a white box with the eye-catching logos of Jia Shao Bao and Bu Bu Di e-reader on it.
Under the illumination of a single beam of cold light, it appeared both comical and eerie.
Jiang Bai stood in front of the box, her long eyelashes drooping down, casting a shadow on her eyelids.
He took a deep breath, reached out, and slowly inserted his hand into the black box.
Jiang Bai's fingertips glided across several cold, hard cardboard sheets, and he casually picked one out.
However, when he saw the two words on the note under the light, Jiang Bai almost slipped on the spot.
—Children's song.
Jiang Bai: "......"
Jiang Bai: "???"
In that instant, Jiang Bai felt as if his soul had been scooped up by a Lanxiang excavator and spun around in the air in a 360-degree Thomas Flair.
"A nursery rhyme? System, come out here! You call this 'Central Auspiciousness'?"
Jiang Bai mentally complained:
"You said it would be a medium-good day, with good fortune? I can sing the nursery rhyme, but it doesn't bring out the good fortune at all."
[Ding! Host, fortune doesn't lie.]
[You drew a children's song, which means there are even more outrageous song categories in the black box.]
Upon hearing this, Jiang Bai immediately became curious.
If nursery rhymes can be considered a good category, then how bizarre must the rest of the song categories be?
Jiang Bai clutched the note tightly in his hand and returned to the lounge.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the lounge had reached its peak.
The seven contestants, like a group of death row inmates awaiting trial, all turned their heads when Jiang Bai returned.
His eyes were full of inquiry and curiosity.
"Goddess Bai Zhi! What do you think?"
"What did you draw? Folk or rock? If you drew a love song, you're definitely in!"
Jiang Bai looked at everyone and slowly opened his palm.
The words "children's song" on the note looked especially innocent and romantic under the fluorescent light.
"Children's songs?"
These two words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving the seven contestants present stunned and speechless.
Everyone stared at the note in Jiang Bai's hand, their expressions gradually shifting from shock to a deep sense of condolence.
"Is the production team really planning to send Bai Zhi, the goddess, to teach at a kindergarten?"
"This isn't a talent show; the song category is clearly designed to eliminate contestants immediately!"
"Singing children's songs on a competitive TV show? The production team is really stirring things up!"
Just as everyone was sighing with regret, the student behind Jiang Bai also entered the dark room.
He came out in less than a minute.
Even from five meters away, you could smell the strong bitterness emanating from that face.
The once straight spine has become much more bent.
"Hey bro, what did you get?"
One of the trainees swallowed hard and asked cautiously.
The guy opened his mouth, his eyes instantly reddened, and his voice trembled as if he was about to die:
"Opera...opera-style singing."
"hiss--!!!"
The entire audience gasped again.
Peking opera style?
Without years of dedicated training, the moment someone steps on stage and starts singing, it's just like a hen crowing live.
"It's all over, one's a children's song, the other's opera singing."
Someone nearby was grabbing their hair, completely going berserk.
"Is the production team planning a grand folk culture extravaganza on Kyoto TV tonight? Are they going to have someone break a boulder on their chest later?"
Immediately afterwards, the remaining five people went in one by one to try their luck at the lottery, as if they were going to their execution.
Half an hour later, the four categories of hell were finally neatly arranged on the big screen:
1. Nursery rhymes.
2. Opera-style singing.
3. High notes.
4. Rap.
Jiang Bai glanced at the four categories, and his initial doubts about Zhongji's fortune instantly subsided. He even showed a hint of surprise at the system, as if he had misunderstood it.
"Tongzi, I admit I spoke a little too loudly just now."
"These songs are so much easier to sing compared to the other three categories!"
"Compared to those two guys who got rap songs, I'm so lucky!"
[Host, now you know the true value of "medium-good fortune," right? Fortune never fails!]
In another corner of the lounge, the two contestants who drew the rap song were crying together.
"Dude, I'm usually slow even when I speak, and you want me to rap? Am I supposed to go on stage and chant the Great Compassion Mantra?"
"Stop talking. I'm thinking about whether I should perform a tongue twister on stage. Maybe the judges and audience will think I have attitude and give me a proper send-off."
The two students said that they are now frantically searching on Baidu for "how to quickly learn syncopation" and "how to pretend to have a strong attitude".