The trilingual version of "Thousand Thousand Songs" was released, with a remarkable effect, which was close to Amoye's works.

There was a warm call on the scene.

"Sure enough, after reaching the quarterfinals, Yayin will completely become a fight between gods."

Tang Ming watched the scenes on the stage from the audience, and couldn't help but sigh, obviously amazed by the operation of the two.

Sing three languages ​​here and three languages ​​there. What should I do if these people who only know one language? Now I don’t dare to sing without a little education.

"Aren't you a god myself?"

Another Chinese quarterfinals next to him muttered to Tang Ming, who was also in the quarterfinals, with contempt.

In the quarterfinals, each showing its magical powers, it is impossible to get to this point without a trump card.

As soon as He Xiao’s three-language version of “Thousand Thousand Songs” was released, both in terms of quality and level, they were comparable to Amoye’s works.

After all, Amoye sang a classic in this world, but "Thousands of Songs" is also not weak in the world of black mobile phones.

That is a work that has been tested by time and has been covered by millions of people.

"Thanks to He Xiao for his singing. Now I'll ask three mentors to comment!"

The host came up to play the show, and on the high platform, three top music masters began their own analysis and commented on the two works.

Of course, there is no problem with the song itself, so I can only start with the contestants' singing skills. However, whether it is Amoye or He Xiao, they are all first-class singers in the world, so there are very few places to talk about.

After using a lot of rankings and saying some unscrupulous words, the game entered the voting time.

The entire gymnasium was in an uproar, and various sounds sounded one after another, and the voting machine was pressed and dripped.

The final result was announced. He Xiao narrowly defeated Amoye with a super high vote rate of 95%. His votes were 94%, and the gap between the two sides was minimal.

Amoye was a little disappointed, but He Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his body, which had been tense, finally relaxed.

To be honest, he knew Amoye was very strong, but he didn't expect to be so strong. When he saw the set of numbers on the big screen, he was really shocked.

Fortunately, the goddess of luck leaned towards him and won the victory with a very small gap. Otherwise, she would have really failed in the quarterfinals.

At the end of this round of competition, He Xiao was qualified for the semi-finals and took another big step forward at the Yayin meeting.

In the next few groups of competitions, the contestants also took out their unique skills.

After the fierce competition, the semi-finals were selected, namely He Xiao of the Chinese team, Tang Ming of the Japanese team, Chiyoya Yi of the Japanese team, and Singapore's little song god Lu Jianwei!

He Xiao, Tang Ming and Chiyoya I are both popular candidates for the event, so there is no need to introduce them too much, while Singapore's little song god Lu Jianwei is a bit different.

Like many people, he is a dark horse player of this year. At the same time, he is also related to luck.

During the competition, his opponents were slightly inferior to him. Even if he encountered a strong opponent, he relied on his identity as a Chinese singer to suppress the other party with his proficient Chinese classics.

So, if Amoye was ranked today, he would definitely not be the one who advanced.

Unfortunately, human calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Amoye, who is expected to compete for the championship, is the worst in the top three, actually stopped in the quarterfinals.

And Lu Jianwei has already entered the semi-finals. As long as he holds on to the semi-finals again in the next game, he might be able to stabilize the semi-finals.

"He Xiao and Chiyoya Yi are both leaders in the music industry. The only one I can compete with is Tang Ming. I hope he will be the one who will be in the next round..."

When the competition ended, Singaporean Chinese singer Lu Jianwei, who was about to leave the stage, looked at the hanging ranking list above the stage and couldn't help but think in his heart.

Tang Ming's performance was not dazzling, and he entered the semi-finals steadily, while He Xiao and Chiyoya Yi were more fierce than the other, with a vote rate of basically more than 90%, and occasionally he could even hit 95%.

Such a support rate made them the biggest favorites in Asian concerts. Many people expected that the winner would be decided between the two.

Of course, this is just a guess. If these two people accidentally line up in the next round, they will not encounter the finals and one must be eliminated.

Lu Jianwei has come to this point with his luck, and naturally hopes to continue the European spirit and meet the weaker Tang Ming in the finals.

"I always feel underestimated..."

In the exit passage, Tang Ming touched his nose as if he was feeling something, and suddenly said with a little laugh.

"Haha, little Tang Ming also suffers a defeat, but as long as you don't meet He Xiao and Chiyoya I, the top three will be stable. In that case, there will be two in the top three in China." Lin Yunkai smiled heartlessly.

"I Chiyoya..., in fact, compared to He Xiao and Lu Jianwei, I want to compete with I Chiyoya." Tang Ming hugged his head with both hands and muttered with interest.

A few years ago, Tang Ming had a stage with Chiyo Tani Yi. The two released new albums on the same day in the same month, which hit the sales of Asian albums that month. This was undoubtedly a popularity competition, and the final result was that Tang Ming was only a few hundred copies away.

Thinking about it now, it’s very regretful.

"Don't think about it. I was able to compare with Miss Chiyo back then because you were at the peak at that time, and she was not the first day after Japan." Lin Yunkai saw Tang Ming's thoughts and ruthlessly attacked:

"Besides, girls and men must be more popular. Who would like to see you, a big man?"

"That's true... But what's going on with He Xiao? He is also a man, not as handsome as me, why is he so popular?" Tang Ming first agreed, suddenly remembered something, and pointed to He Xiao who was walking in front, and asked with dissatisfaction.

"Me? Maybe it's good luck..." He Xiao, who was recalling his game just now, heard the two of them talking about the topic, and turned around and smiled shyly.

Everyone: "..."

This can also be attributed to luck, which is really far-fetched. I can only say that this kid is too modest and overly modest, which makes people feel a little worthy of beating.

After everyone left the stadium, there were already stars outside. The finals were scheduled for five days, and the competition gave everyone sufficient preparation time.

He Xiao has naturally rehearsed these days and worked with the band to produce more classic songs.

The day before the finals, Seoul, which had been extremely hot all the time, suddenly cooled down and a hazy light rain started.

At Seoul Airport, He Xiao stood silently at the exit, waiting quietly.

After a long time, the sound of the arrival of the Yanjing flight came to my ears. Soon, a familiar woman, wearing an elegant cheongsam, walked out with an umbrella, and looked at him from afar in the drizzle, and then smiled.
Chapter completed!