Chapter 193 Being a Judge Is Not an Easy Job!

The next day, Zhou Rui carried out his daily life step by step. He went to class when he had classes and went to the laboratory when he didn't have classes.

As a responsible student, he would be the last to leave and pull down the main power.

Two days later, Zhou Rui welcomed his first job as a judge in his life.

"Student Zhou."

A girl took Zhou Rui to the gymnasium with a work badge.

Today is the "Top Ten Campus Singers", 33 to 16 competition site.

Why 33? Those who understand will understand.

Only then did he know that the specifications of this competition were higher than he imagined.

In the 5,000-person gymnasium of Fudan University, a stage was built in the center, with lights, fog machines, speakers, and prompters, and a fixed camera at the back.

Although the gymnasium often holds events, such as campus parties, the specifications of this one are obviously higher.

It is basically a semi-professional concert. Zhou Rui knew at a glance that it must be sponsored by a sponsor.

Looking at the materials on the side, it was written "Zhengda Group", and he understood in his heart, after all, this gymnasium was donated by the other party.

No wonder the school has repeatedly approached him, it turns out that they really made a big move and wanted him to support the scene.

But what is really important is the finals, and now it is just a qualifying match.

These arrangements will be kept until the end of the finals, and the whole process is open. Zhou Rui noticed that there were a few people sitting in the audience, probably all students who had nothing to do.

The girl who led the way didn't know who Zhou Rui was. She was just an officer of the student union, and she was only responsible for the officer and didn't care about other things.

Zhou Rui was led to the judges' seat at the front. Although the performance had not started yet, the other three judges had already arrived.

A 50-year-old uncle is the teacher of the Fuda Choir.

A 40-year-old female teacher should be a teacher of the Youth League Committee.

There is also a senior sister, an acquaintance.

"Teacher A Rui, you are really here!"

The senior sister surrounded him enthusiastically and grabbed Zhou Rui's hand.

Zhou Rui: "Senior, we meet again. I forgot to ask your name last time?"

The senior smiled brightly: "My last name is Gan, Gan Yuan."

Zhou Rui only then knew the full name of senior Da Deng. Although Zhou Rui was pestered by her in the cafeteria once and voted for her, he didn't remember her name.

He only remembered that Deng was good.

"It turns out to be Senior Gan. Hello, Senior Gan. Don't call me Teacher A Rui. The real teacher is over there."

Zhou Rui did not ignore the two elders. Although they were sitting in this venue as music judges and all the people present were younger brothers, they were all real teachers outside the venue.

School is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships.

Zhou Rui smiled and greeted both teachers. He was in a very peaceful state of mind. It was just a competition within the school. He didn't need to be so arrogant here to show how professional and special he was.

This is just like a multi-millionaire may eat pancakes, but he will not compete with others at a pancake stall to see who adds more eggs.

The two teachers were also very kind. Although there was sponsorship and the standards were relatively high, this was still a campus competition at the student level. There was no big interest involved, and the two were just workers.

In front of Zhou Rui was a white score board, a marker, and an eraser. The process was very simple. The contestant came up to sing, the judges scored, commented in turn, and then took the next one away.

Among the four judges, Zhou Rui and the Youth League Committee teacher sat in the middle. Obviously, the right to speak was already demonstrated by the position.

Not too long, the lights in the stadium dimmed, and a boy in a ceremonial suit acted as the host, doing it in a proper manner.

It was just a promotion match. The host simply opened the scene and said: "Please invite contestant No. 1 to perform on stage."

The lights dimmed again, and a strong light hit the center of the stage. After all, it was not a concert, but just a fixed light position.

The one who came on stage was a fat girl, wearing a long skirt, with broad shoulders, solid weight, and a plump round face. At first glance, she was a good singer.

The chubby girl bowed: "Hello, judges. The song I'm going to perform is: "Good Days."

Wow!

Zhou Rui took a breath. This song is not easy to sing! It's harder than most pop songs!

I didn't expect that contemporary college students would choose such a song.

The noisy background music sounded, and the girl's expression was perfect, her eyes were vivid, and she looked very festive.

"Happy gongs and drums~ Beat out the joy of every year~"

Unfortunately, she let the bottom out as soon as she opened her mouth. The first sentence was a little off-key and she also grabbed half a beat.

These problems were very obvious under Zhou Rui's [Absolute Musical Sense].

The breath was unstable, but the charm of Chinese singing was okay.

After singing a song, the host reminded: "Please give the judges a score."

Zhou Rui picked up the scoreboard and thought for a while.

Although his vocal level was not good, it was not easy to maintain a festive smile throughout the whole process.

I wanted to see how many points the other judges gave, but unfortunately the light was too dim and too far away, so I couldn't see anything clearly.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Rui wrote down a 6. In fact, he wanted to write 5, but he could only write the whole number.

The pace was very fast. Only a dozen seconds were given to write the score. The host said, "Please show your score!"

Four cards were raised.

From left to right, they were 9, 9, 6, and 8, all high scores, except for Zhou Rui.

Wow!

Zhou Rui was stunned. He was opening a blind box here?

Doesn't it make me look young and troublesome?

Everyone looked at the 6 in Zhou Rui's hand, including the host and the contestants.

Before Zhou Rui could recover, the host said: "Please comment."

Chorus teacher: "You sing very well. Which college are you from?"

A meal of praise is normal for Gala.

Teacher from the Youth League Committee: "If a student can achieve this level, he is very good. I will give you 9 points. If you lose one point, I don't want you to be proud."

"Applause", "Moved", and "Keep working hard" were all three pieces.

Zhou Rui thought to himself, is it so relaxed? This event is still not formal enough. We should let the judges communicate privately first.

Maybe it was just like this during the auditions, but Zhou Rui wasn't there.

When it was Zhou Rui's turn, everyone looked over, waiting for him to give 6 points an explanation.

Zhou Rui calmly turned the score board in a circle with a sincere and serious expression: "I'm sorry for holding it backwards. I gave it 9 points. It was a very impressive performance. I saw a young man in you." A person’s musical dream.”

The fat girl showed a happy smile.

Senior Sister Gan: "I give it eight points. It is slightly lacking in stability, but the flaws are not concealed. I hope you will continue to work hard in the future."

After the fat girl came off the stage, Senior Gan obviously saw that Zhou Rui was temporarily "pointing 6 to 9" and whispered: "Teacher A Rui, this is the first round of the promotion competition, and he is the first one to perform. Everyone scored very well." Be loose, just select a relatively good 16 people, don’t be too strict.”

Generally, the further you go, the more stringent you become. Nowadays, several judges are mainly encouraging.

Zhou Rui nodded, understanding, it turned out to be this way.

The job of being a judge is not that easy. If the four of them were to fight each other, they would probably be able to write a song.

Contestant No. 2 is a skinny hip-hop boy. He may not weigh 80 pounds, but the dog leash around his neck weighs 20 pounds. He doesn’t have any tattoos, but his crotch almost reaches his knees.

"Hello judges, my performance piece is: "8 Mile""

Zhou Rui thought to himself, Fuda is full of talented people, and there are actually people who play rap.

This is not the era of 23 years ago, when anyone who did not go into a factory to make screws would dare to call himself a Repper. Now in China, this is definitely a rarity.

It's almost the top of the contempt chain.

Although Contestant No. 2’s rhythm was a bit messy, his English was a bit hot on the tongue, and the speed in the middle sounded like chanting sutras with his mouth sewn shut.

But being able to sing a rap song in its entirety is pretty good, and Zhou Rui also relaxed his standards.

"Please give the judges their marks."

Zhou Rui wrote down an 8 and looked around, but still couldn't see clearly.

But this time it should be okay.

"Please show your score!"

From left to right, they are 4, 4, 8, 4.

Zhou Rui's fist hardened.

No, you both co-wrote and played me, right?

"Please comment from the judges."

Chorus teacher: "I give it a 4 because I think this is not one of the top ten singers in music. She must sing anyway."

Youth League Committee teacher: "My English is very confusing. I suggest you choose some normal music next time."

Everyone looked at Zhou Rui to see how he would explain his 8 points.

Now you can’t say you took it backwards, right?

Zhou Rui: "Ahem, I think this new form of music is still worth trying, but your performance still has many shortcomings. I give this high score mainly to give you a second chance. "

He built a bridge with his hands, covering his deep gaze:

"Do you have Free Style?"