RPAGF Chapter 79 A professional host is essential for prestige.
Chapter 79 A professional host is essential for prestige.
Chapter 79 A professional host is essential for prestige.
The day of graduation and leaving school is one step closer.
Lin Hanjiang didn't think much about his own affairs, focusing most of his attention on his junior sister, Zu Hai.
In the vocal music classroom, Zu Hai was practicing the cheerful and auspicious song "Good Luck" over and over again.
Besides practicing in the concert hall, I also have to practice in Teacher Jin's vocal classroom in the evenings.
Anyway, you just need to practice constantly to improve, until you can sing as soon as you open your mouth.
This was created by Lin Hanjiang based on his memory, and it wasn't exactly a secret weapon specifically designed for her to deal with Wang Xiaolan's provocations.
The idea was to let Zu Hai be seen by the performing arts troupes who came to watch the graduation party in advance.
"Good Luck" has a catchy melody and festive lyrics, which not only suits Zu Hai's sweet and clear voice, but also avoids songs that require strong dramatic tension and complex skills. It is the kind of work that is both clever and easy to make a splash.
"Here, good luck comes, wishing you good fortune. Good luck brings joy and love." The word "come" should be pronounced with an upward inflection, carrying a smile, but the breath should be sustained, not drifting away.
Lin Hanjiang sat on the piano bench, his fingers occasionally striking out chords on the keys, but he mostly guided the conversation with words.
He's not just a singer; in his previous life, he also frequently tinkered with musical instruments.
He knows a little about both Western musical instruments and traditional Chinese musical instruments.
"The overall mood is jubilant and celebratory. Imagine the warmth of everyone exchanging New Year's greetings."
Zu Hai is indeed very talented and has a high level of comprehension; he grasps things very quickly.
After a day of practice, I was already singing quite well, and the youthful sweetness and the joy of the song itself were perfectly combined.
"Senior brother, this song is really nice. It makes me feel better just singing it." Zu Hai wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.
The vocal music classroom was just as stuffy and hot, nothing like the air-conditioned environment of my previous life.
Several small fans were hanging on the wall, blowing air, but they couldn't dispel the stuffiness on this hot day.
"The song is good, but the key is how you sing it."
Lin Hanjiang closed the piano lid, his tone becoming serious.
"According to what you said, Wang Xiaolan is no pushover either. She dares to openly provoke us, which means she must think she has the advantage. The key to winning with our rendition of 'Good Luck' is not to technically crush her. To be honest, if we simply compare the technical execution of our academic style, you might only be slightly better than her. We can't be arrogant and complacent."
Upon hearing this, Zu Hai's face fell slightly, but he quickly mustered his courage and looked at Lin Hanjiang.
He nodded: "Mhm."
Lin Hanjiang wasn't trying to discourage his junior sister; he just wanted her to take the matter seriously and not to praise her too much before she won.
"Our chances of winning lie in innovation, in skill, and in compassion."
Lin Hanjiang analyzed.
"She chose the classic folk song 'Beautiful Taihu Lake,' and even if she sang it well, everyone already expected it. But your song 'Good Luck' is brand new, with a fresh melody and a more direct emotional expression. In the atmosphere of a graduation party, a song that makes people unconsciously clap along and smile is often more moving than a song that simply showcases high-level skills. Plus, you have a good image and a sweet voice, so you'll bring out the joy in the song perfectly, and the effect won't be bad."
Zu Hai remained humble and accepted guidance.
Lin Hanjiang paused, looking at Zu Hai: "Of course, the premise is that you have to have confidence yourself. We'll refine the techniques and let go emotionally. When the time comes, nearly eight hundred pairs of eyes will be watching your match. What we want is for you to be generous and happy in passing on this good fortune. Make her apologize—hey, I'm actually looking forward to seeing Wang Xiaolan's expression then."
I told Zhou Hua this morning that there are as many as 780 people who have signed up.
Lin Hanjiang was a little surprised; he hadn't expected so many people to come and join in the fun.
Zu Hai, inspired by his words, felt more confident and eager to try. He nodded vigorously and said, "Senior brother, I understand. I will definitely practice hard and not let us down."
Lin Hanjiang smiled, knowing that with Zu Hai's talent and the pleasing nature of the song "Good Luck," a normal performance would be enough to deal with Wang Xiaolan.
This is not self-praise, but rather a judgment based on the strengths of both parties.
Zu Hai may be slightly inferior to him and his senior Zhang Ye in terms of technical comprehensiveness and stage experience.
But in this specific situation, against a specific opponent, and with a strategy of using a specific song, it's sufficient.
They practiced like this until after 10 p.m.
Lin Hanjiang felt that was enough, and told Zu Hai to maintain his form tomorrow and not practice for too long.
Maintaining the current performance level is sufficient.
Zu Hai also thanked Lin Hanjiang for his guidance.
The two said goodbye and left the vocal music classroom.
Lin Hanjiang still has to go back to his dormitory to prepare his graduation song. He even played it at Teacher Jin's house for lunch today.
They said it was getting late, and they needed to finalize the song so rehearsals could begin soon.
Lin Hanjiang promised his teacher he would give it to him in a couple of days.
Just then, my junior brother Zhou Hua arrived in a flurry, his face filled with worry and urgency.
I just got back to my dorm and picked up the thermos on the table to pour myself a glass of water.
Then I heard hurried footsteps.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
A knock came at the door.
"Senior Brother Hanjiang, it's me."
Lin Hanjiang got up and opened the door. It was so late; he wondered what Zhou Hua had done.
When the door opened, Zhou Hua was wiping away sweat.
"What's wrong? Why the rush?"
Zhou Hua pushed Lin Hanjiang inside.
"Senior brother, come in and talk."
Lin Hanjiang nodded and sat down on the bed.
Zhou Hua sat down next to him and said, "We've run into a problem with the graduation party. The professional host that the student union contacted is asking for too much money, and our budget simply isn't enough. Besides, people aren't very interested when they hear it's a student graduation party, not a TV show or a formal event. But without a decent host to keep things going, the party just feels like it's missing its soul."
After all, without a broadcasting major, the host is indeed a bit lacking in hosting skills.
"Why don't we go to the school next door and find a pretty broadcasting student?"
Lin Hanjiang joked.
Zhou Hua said, "We did look for some, but the few capable ones are about to graduate, and some who graduated a few days earlier have already left. Also, it wouldn't be good if other schools found out about this. Our school can't even find a host, but if we could find a professional host, our college would have more face, wouldn't it?"
"Too."
Zhou Hua looked at Lin Hanjiang expectantly: "Senior brother, haven't you been dealing with a lot of media lately? You've been interviewed by Guangdong TV and Beijing TV, and you know a lot of people. Do you have any familiar host friends who you can ask to help out? They don't need to be too famous, just professional enough to hold their own. We really can't offer much in terms of compensation, it's the thought that counts."
Lin Hanjiang pondered for a moment and thought about it.
He actually knew one.
That's Zhou Tao from Beijing TV.