Chapter 837: Chapter 833: Favored
Ye Fan put on the mask and got out of the car.
A dozen reporters and paparazzi imdiately beca excited, their caras flashing wildly at Ye Fan.
“Prisoner Two!”
“It’s Prisoner Two! He ca with Shen Yan!”
“Mr. Prisoner Two, may I ask why you only arrived now?”
…
Faced with the siege of these reporters and paparazzi, Ye Fan was montarily surprised. He had not expected these people to show such enthusiasm and interest in him.
In the last blind audition, Ye Fan’s brilliant performance conquered the live audience, won over the four ntors, and after the show aired, he also won a large national audience. He already had considerable fa and many loyal fans, but after this broadcast, more people were drawn to his singing. His influence was rapidly expanding.
So people even offered high prices online to unmask Prisoner Two and find out the real identity behind the mask, but nothing ca of it.
But human curiosity is a magical thing; the more mysterious it is, the more people are fascinated by this Prisoner Two who always appears with a mask.
With superb singing skills, a mysterious identity, and a deep relationship with the famous beauty singer Shen Yan, coupled with the “blunder” during the supplentary recording, and the praise from the four ntors, the na Prisoner Two shot to the top ten of a well-known dostic search engine’s hot search list.
To describe it in another term, perhaps would be more intuitive.
Internet celebrity.
There were even skeptics who speculated that this series of events was orchestrated and promoted behind the scenes by the “China’s Good Voice” program team.
The purpose, apart from soft promotion for “China’s Good Voice,” was also to create a supernova.
However, regarding these things, Ye Fan, being the person involved, wasn’t interested and didn’t care.
“Excuse , please move aside.” Ye Fan said while squeezing past the reporters towards the music room.
The reporters persistently followed but were stopped by the staff.
Upon arriving at the music room, the students heard that Prisoner Two had finally arrived, most of them stopped practicing, rushed out of their practice rooms to watch the commotion.
Among these students, there were a few who were fans of Prisoner Two.
“Prisoner Two! Prisoner Two!” A female student excitedly shouted, rushing over, “I’m your fan, can I take a picture with you?”
Before Ye Fan could respond, the female student leaned to his left, made a V-sign with her right hand, held a phone with her left hand, and snapped a photo.
Seeing soone took the lead, three other eager female students quickly ran over, requesting photos and autographs.
In the end, even two male students ca running over.
Ye Fan was at a loss, unable to refuse their enthusiasm, so he could only sign autographs and take photos with each of them.
However, while taking a photo with one student, he noticed a young woman in her early twenties looking at him with undisguised hostility in her eyes.
Seeing Ye Fan notice her, the woman snorted softly and turned back to her practice room.
What does that an? Ye Fan was a bit puzzled. After sending off a few fan students, he walked over and saw the naplate on the door, which read three characters: Lu Jiachai.
Yesterday, when eting Shen Yan at the cafe, Shen Yan ntioned this Lu Jiachai, an outstanding student from Four-nine City Music College, young and beautiful, good at pop music, top-notch singing skills, and quite popular.
According to the program’s rules, in the next round of ntor evaluation, twelve students would be grouped in pairs to sing a song, with the lead ntor choosing one to advance to the next round.
And Lu Jiachai was in the sa group as Ye Fan.
In other words, between her and Ye Fan, one must be eliminated, and the winner would advance at the expense of the other’s failure.
Understanding this, Ye Fan knew the source of Lu Jiachai’s hostility, and shook his head privately, “Isn’t it just a competition? No need to be like this, right?”
The music room was large, with twelve students each having their own practice rooms, a public activity area, and a spacious room for the accompanying band to use.
Ye Fan didn’t go to his practice room but out of courtesy, he first sought out the ntor Yang Kun.
Yang Kun was coaching a student in the practice room, “At this part, try to lift your breath. Yes, just like that, keep it going.”
At this mont, Ye Fan didn’t interrupt; he just stood there quietly watching.
However, that student beca excited upon seeing Prisoner Two enter, losing focus, which imdiately changed the pitch.
Yang Kun noticed sothing was off, turned around, saw Ye Fan, and was slightly taken aback.
Ye Fan promptly walked over, extended his hands, and shook hands with Yang Kun, “Teacher Yang!”
“Hey, I wondered who it was, turns out it’s Prisoner Two, and you’re finally free to co over?” Yang Kun said, with a hint of playful bla in his tone, though it was clear he wasn’t serious.
“Sorry, sorry, there were so work matters that I really couldn’t get away from, making the teacher worry!” Ye Fan apologized.
“No problem, no problem, I have a lot of confidence in your singing skills. Actually, later when I recalled your performance during the blind audition, I even doubted whether I was qualified to be your teacher.” Yang Kun said.
Those words had a touch of resentnt, probably a bit annoyed at Ye Fan for being sowhat “arrogant,” but this is also only human, that a student is busier than the teacher, and without even a heads-up, is indeed a bit inappropriate.
Ye Fan quickly said, “Teacher, what you said, on the road of music, you are my senior, even a master. I have much to learn from you!”
These words made Yang Kun feel good, and since he wasn’t a petty person, he laughed heartily, patted Ye Fan’s shoulder, and said, “I can see you are quite busy, so go ahead and get a feeling with the band over there, and also take the chance to sh with the band. I’ll see if there’s anything worth noting.”
“Thanks for your hard work, teacher,” Ye Fan said.
“You are my student; these things are what I should do,” Yang Kun said, then turned to the student, “Yong Ning, you practice here for a while, pay attention to the few points I ntioned earlier.”
Unexpectedly, the student nad Yong Ning asked, “Um, teacher, can I also follow you and take a look?” He hesitated for a mont and said, “I want to hear Mr. Prisoner Two sing.”
Yang Kun paused for a mont, “You’re also his fan?”
Yong Ning quickly nodded.
“You kid,” Yang Kun turned his head, glanced at Ye Fan, and joked, “Seems you’re even more popular than as the teacher!”
User Comments
0 comments from readers