This competition for square dance supremacy had ended.
Ting Yu had emerged victorious.
As the entire venue erupted in cheers, the expressions of the other producers grew increasingly solemn.
"He even won the square dance competition. Is it true what people are saying online, that he's a universally talented genius?" Xu Ming, Ting Yu's next opponent, began to feel a lack of confidence.
His specialty was using his mastery of ethnic musical instruments to transform the climaxes of songs into instrumental performances, creating powerful pieces that contrasted sharply with the vocals, delivering an exhilarating experience that blew people's minds.
He had done his research, and Ting Yu was also proficient in musical instruments, but only the piano and guitar.
Neither of which were ethnic instruments.
Now, he could only pray that Ting Yu wasn't proficient in ethnic instruments.
That way, even if he lost the competition, Ting Yu wouldn't have defeated him using his strongest suit.
That's right, Xu Ming's expectations had become very low at this point. He could accept losing, but not losing in this manner!
"This guy is too outrageous. I hope Brother Xu Ming can eliminate him in the next round. I really don't want to face him..." If Xu Ming lost again, it would be Qi Rui's turn.
She wasn't a "specialty" player. The reason she had made it this far was thanks to her husband, the "King of Singers" Zhou Xian's vocal prowess. She wrote challenging songs suitable for Zhou Xian, allowing him to blast the audience with his high notes. This was her greatest trump card, so all her chips were on her husband, Zhou Xian.
"I'm actually looking forward to competing with Ting Yu," Shen Jinghong said with a light laugh, then looked up at Su Yu in the distance.
"Of course you're not afraid. You're the last disciple of the Music God. Even if you lose, it won't be by much."
"Exactly. Ting Yu is a monster. We're just mortals..."
Ting Yu's track record was too impressive; Xu Ming had lost all fighting spirit.
At this moment.
Liu Qiliang had returned and sat back in his seat, still frowning as he looked at Su Yu.
Xu Ming, who had been chatting with the others, noticed Liu Qiliang's unresigned expression and stopped their conversation.
"Next, we invite Teacher Xu Ming and Teacher Ting Yu to choose the keywords for the next round!"
After the host finished speaking.
Xu Ming walked onto the stage with heavy steps.
It wasn't that he was a coward.
It was mainly due to the immense pressure exerted by what he called Ting Yu, a monster.
Defeating an opponent using their own strongest methods.
And each victory was a landslide. Now, only someone like Shen Jinghong, who was equally all-rounded, wouldn't be afraid.
After all, Xu Ming was the last "specialty" player among the producers.
However, his specialty wasn't a musical style, but instruments!
Xu Ming and Su Yu walked to the center of the stage.
Keywords continuously appeared on the large screen behind them.
Finally, five keywords were locked in.
Upon seeing these five words, Xu Ming was stunned, a look of deep shock flashing across his face.
"Guitar," "xiao," "erhu," "pipa," "suona."
"Holy crap!"
Xu Ming couldn't help but exclaim.
What the hell was this?
Was this targeting him?
It was outrageous that it was all instruments!
During the regional qualifiers, Xu Ming had desperately hoped for keywords involving instruments.
But now, what he feared most was keywords involving instruments.
He could accept losing, but he couldn't lose in his strongest suit!
This was his bottom line!
However, as soon as these keywords appeared, Xu Ming felt it was over.
There was no choice!
"They're all ethnic instruments," Su Yu also looked at the host with some surprise.
"Ahem... it's definitely a coincidence," the host said with an embarrassed chuckle and quickly explained.
"Oh." Su Yu didn't think much of it.
He looked up at the keywords, pondering which one to choose.
Xu Ming took a deep breath. "I choose the erhu, and my singer will be Zhang Wenqing."
This was his most confident instrument and his ultimate trump card. As for the singer, it was the singer with whom he had collaborated the most.
Upon hearing this, Su Yu smiled. "Then I'll choose the suona. As for the singer..."
Su Yu said, looking towards the group of singers.
Initially, Zhang Yang was supposed to participate this round, but due to family matters, he couldn't attend. Finally, Su Yu's gaze fell on Zhao Zhicheng, who had been warming the bench all along.
"I'll choose Zhao Zhicheng."
Su Yu made his choice.
For the suona, the song "Jiu'er" was actually quite good, and Lin Yanyu's vocal skills should be able to handle it. However, Su Yu felt it would be better to have Lin Yanyu deal with the female producer's "King of Singers" husband. Therefore, he chose Zhao Zhicheng this time. A song combining rap and suona, with the suona as the main melody, there was a suitable song for Zhao Zhicheng.
In the singer's area, Zhao Zhicheng was idly picking at a hangnail on his finger.
When he heard Su Yu call his name.
His hand jerked violently. He had indeed pulled off the hangnail, but a drop of blood welled up on his finger.
The pain made him gasp, but he ignored it. Instead, he looked up at Su Yu sharply, his eyes tearing up, whether from pain or excitement was unclear.
"Haha, I knew Brother Yu would spread the favor around."
"Old Zhao, it's your treat tonight!"
"Now no one can say you're just guarding the water dispenser or warming the bench."
The singers offered their congratulations.
The entire venue also erupted.
Erhu and suona, the two "gangsters" of ethnic instruments!
One erhu can bend your back, and the sound of the suona signals the end of everything!
The suona can be used for both funerals and celebrations, and its penetrative power is terrifying.
The erhu, on the other hand, is much more rounded and mellow. Of course, "mellow" is only relative to the suona. The erhu can be poignant and beautiful, or it can be joyful.
"Haha, I'm looking forward to the next performance from both teachers!"
The host laughed heartily.
It was a clash of titans.
Ting Yu, through his own efforts, had defeated so many "specialty" players. Whether he could defeat the last one would be seen in the next city competition.
After the program, there was a segment for trainees.
This time, the trainees were naturally from Shen Qingfeng's group.
However, because Shen Qingfeng's group had defeated Liu Yinfei and Ren Yun, the team's performance was not as perfect as before.
Later, Liu Yinfei and Ren Yun made frequent mistakes. The company directly asked them to step down and replaced them with two substitute newcomers.
Their expressions when they were taken off were worse than having eaten shit.
...
After the competition, there was an interview session.
Liu Qiliang, possibly due to his loss, was in a bad mood.
He maintained a stern expression while giving his interview.
Entertainment reporters mostly liked to ask sharp questions.
"Teacher Liu previously said he understood square dancing the best, but this time he lost to Ting Yu. Can you explain why you lost?"
This reporter's question broke through his composure.
"Is winning or losing important? What does it matter even if he wins?" Liu Qiliang wanted to lash out, but he held back.
There was no point in arguing with these entertainment reporters.
"Once the popularity of this song fades, square dancing will still be my market," Liu Qiliang said, then politely nodded to the reporters and left.
He couldn't stand to be there for another moment!