Su Qinglan nodded, eyes sparkling, Yin Suli seemed to see a line of bright characters written on his face: Isn't it amazing!

Yin Suli took a few glances at the resume that recorded Su Qinglan's personal glorious deeds, and closed the document with a snap.

She raised her eyes: "Can you sing rap?"

Yin Su, the stinky king of a generation, will immediately know what the real suffering of life is.

Chapter 4

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, 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

easy

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 there was a rare surprise 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 became hot. Su Qinglan was not trying to force the single bet and double bet that other trainees were often overly pursuing, but gave people a sense of ease that came naturally. If 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 even have the 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 performing, seemed to be a completely different person. There was a light 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 just lack a little bit of their own taste. The skills are very mature, and even the teacher may not be able to pick out any faults, but like a neat and perfect composition, the curling surface 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 met a beautiful girl and was so happy that 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 guy is really a pure talker, it's impossible to pretend for such a long time——

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.