Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

Hao Qiang took the microphone, nodded slightly, coughed, and smiled as bright as spring breeze.

“Thank you, it’s my pleasure!”

"The seniors danced really well just now, so I won't perform street dance anymore. My muscles are still a little sore." Hao Qiang said calmly, "Let's do something a little easier. I'll sing a song.

Uh, "Secret Fragrance", I wish all students to study hard and be happy every day in the new semester. Thank you all."

As soon as he finished speaking, the freshmen were a little disappointed.

But I also understand that Hao Qiang danced too vigorously in the afternoon and probably couldn't dance now.

"He can sing, but I guess he's not very good, right?"

"I don't know. It's hard to say. He's a street dancer. Those guys who say they're the world's street dancer king aren't necessarily as good as him."

"The song 'An Xiang' is not easy to sing. It requires a lot of breath and singing explosiveness. It is not an easy song to sing." said a student who knows a little about music.

"Yes, the high notes are very difficult. Most people find it hard to sing them, and it's also hard to connect with them."

These students who have heard this song understand that the singer wants to release his emotions, shout and go crazy, which is difficult for ordinary people to let go.

On the stage, Hao Qiang activated his "super singing" skill and began to build up his emotions.

In his mind, apart from the songs he was familiar with before, he was only familiar with ten songs, and "Hidden Fragrance" was one of them.

The Golden Finger didn't reward him with too many songs, but they were all very popular.

Hao Qiang slowly raised his head, frowning slightly, as if he was suffering from some inner pain, and this expression seemed as if he had suffered deep emotional hurt.

The students around him couldn't help but be infected by his emotions.

Hao Qiang's classmates felt like he had become a completely different person.

“When the petals leave the flower, the fragrance remains;

The fragrance disappears after the wind and rain, and no one comes to smell it..."

Hao Qiang's gentle and affectionate voice was like a spring breeze, instantly allowing the teachers, students and instructors present to appreciate the beauty and power of love.

Everyone was deeply attracted by his singing, shocked in an instant, and expressed admiration one after another.

"Wow, that sounds great!"

"This voice sounds even better than the original singer!"

"Fuck, this singing is so cool!"

"Oh my god, that's a great song."

As soon as Hao Qiang opened his mouth, his musical talent was fully revealed.

Those girls, looking at Hao Qiang's slightly painful expression and influenced by his singing, felt that he was so pitiful and also felt the sadness and joy of love.

Soon, the climax of the song came.

“If the heart dies in splendor;

Love will be reborn from the ashes..."

Hao Qiang poured his emotions into the song without reservation, using the deepest screams in his heart to interpret the artistic conception of the lyrics.

His singing voice is as hot as fire and as deep as ashes, making everyone feel the pain and rebirth of love, as if seeing love blooming with new hope in despair.

This soulful singing moved many girls to tears, and they felt that Hao Qiang was too bad.

Even some boys were deeply moved and tears welled up in their eyes.

The students of the art troupe all exclaimed, what an amazing person!

Qiu Yuqing was standing outside the venue and was also deeply moved by Hao Qiang's singing. She stared at Hao Qiang on the stage seriously. Could it be that he had experienced a passionate love?

Otherwise, how could he express such intense pain of love so accurately.

Still so vicissitudes of life!

Li Yunfeng was originally quite confident in his singing skills, but now compared with Hao Qiang, he suddenly felt that his singing was as unbearable as dog shit.

This bastard, his dancing is so perverted and his singing is so awesome!

Damn it, it would be a shame if he didn’t become a star, so why bother studying?

Yes, this is also the voice of countless students.

He is not tall, but he is quite handsome, and he is so good at singing and dancing. It would be a waste if he didn’t become a star.

His singing was so penetrating, as if it had some kind of magic that moved everyone present.

Not only were the thousands of students in the stadium mesmerized by the music, but even the students outside the stadium, upon hearing the moving melody, came closer curiously to watch.

"Are there any celebrities coming to support us tonight?" some students asked doubtfully.

However, when the seniors near the court took a closer look, they couldn't help but widen their eyes in shock: "Damn, these are not stars at all, they are clearly students singing!"

There was no other noise at the scene except Hao Qiang's singing.

Everyone was immersed in this wonderful music, some were recording it with their mobile phones, while others closed their eyes and listened quietly.

When the song ended, Hao Qiang slowly lowered his head and remained silent.

His thoughts seemed to be pulled back to his past emotional setbacks, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

There was a brief silence, but then it erupted into roaring shouts, screams and applause.

The students shouted, hoping that Hao Qiang could continue to stay on the stage.

"One more song, one more song!"

"Hao Qiang, so handsome, please sing another song!"

The cheers surged like a tide, and students from the art troupe also joined in the shouting, their eyes full of admiration and respect for Hao Qiang.

The host also said excitedly: "It's so shocking, the live concert is just like this. Mr. Hao Qiang, can you sing another song?"

"One more song!"

"One more song!"

"Damn, this song made a grown man like me cry!"

"I cried too. I must sing another song to make up for my tears."

The scene was explosive. Countless students were moved by Hao Qiang's singing. They were excited and enthusiastic.

Hao Qiang thought for a moment and said calmly, "Thank you everyone. The last song is the Cantonese song "A Chinese Ghost Story". It would be even better if there was a backing track."

"Yes, yes, please wait a moment, Master." The sophomore student in charge of sound adjustment immediately responded loudly.

The students in the audience burst into warm applause, and they couldn't wait to see Hao Qiang sing again.

When the accompaniment sounded slowly, the whole venue suddenly became silent, and all eyes were focused on Hao Qiang.

“The road of life is as long as a beautiful dream;

The wind and frost on the road blow dryly on my face..."

As soon as Hao Qiang opened his mouth, it was as if the god of singing himself had arrived, his voice was affectionate and magnetic.

His singing is like the gurgling water of a creek in the woods, or the melodious melody of a piano and flute on the upper floor, floating over the campus playground and making people intoxicated.

The previous song made people feel sad, and so did this song "A Chinese Ghost Story", which deepened the audience's resonance.

Hao Qiang's voice does not sound like something that an eighteen-year-old student can perform. It sounds more like the deep emotion sung by a thirty-year-old man who has experienced the years and has a deep understanding of life.

How did he do that?

After two or three minutes, the song came to an end.

Hao Qiang gently placed the microphone on the lawn and gracefully left the stage.

After he took a few steps, thunderous applause broke out again, surging like a tide.

There were still people shouting "One more song", but seeing that Hao Qiang had already left the stage, they didn't dare to ask again.

At this moment, students praised Hao Qiang:

"God of Song!"

"Hao Qiang, the God of Song!"

"Hao Qiang, the King of Dance at Zhongda University!"

The voices of countless people merged into a torrent, expressing their undisputed admiration and respect for Hao Qiang.

The two songs resonated with everyone present, and countless students were moved, with tears in their eyes.

Who can do it?

The first a cappella song is so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.

If there were accompaniment and better sound equipment, it would probably be even more shocking.

Hao Qiang returned to the field and was warmly cheered by his classmates.

Qiu Yuqing thought about it for a moment and walked towards Hao Qiang.

She walked towards Hao Qiang with a charming smile on her face, which aroused the curiosity and speculation of the students present.

Could it be that she was moved by Hao Qiang's moving singing and wanted to learn from him?

what is this else?