Chapter 194 Write Songs for Fans

When Han Yiming and Gong Nanbei appeared in the center of the stage at the same time, there was another burst of crazy screams!

The fans didn't care about their voices at all, and they roared even though they were hoarse.

Han Yiming smiled and waved at the fans, picked up the microphone and said, "Today, the last show has never appeared in a concert."

As soon as Han Yiming opened his mouth, many fans noticed that there was something wrong with his voice.

Han Yiming asked the staff behind him to step forward and smiled: "Today, we will draw a lucky audience from the fans! Write a song for him!"

As soon as Han Yiming finished speaking, the fans went crazy!

"Choose me! Choose me!"

"Han Yiming! Han Yiming!"

"Yi Ming! Choose me!"

Han Tianwang wrote a song for him at the concert. If this is selected, it will be played for a lifetime!

Han Yiming was also very satisfied with the status of the fans. He pointed to the staff behind him and said, "The boxes in their hands are the alphabetical area code, row number, and seat number! Next, I will randomly select a lucky audience from it. come out!"

There are naturally many reporters in Han Yiming's concert, and many people's eyes are glowing when they hear Han Yiming come out with such a gimmick!

They have heard a lot of concerts, and this is the first time they have encountered such a gimmick! If you write songs for fans on the spot, are you not afraid of smashing the sign?

In fact, in their hearts, they wished that Han Yiming made a mistake or smashed the signboard, such a gimmick would be enough!

After Han Yiming announced the rules, the lottery began.

Reaching out into the big box, he took out a table tennis ball and placed it in front of the camera. All the audience could clearly see that there was a C on the table tennis ball.

Immediately, the audience in Zone C cheered wildly, their voices so loud that they completely covered the voices of the other audience members.

Han Yi smiled and reached into the second box, then took out a table tennis ball with the number eleven written on it.

"Congratulations to the audience in the eleventh row!"

In the stadium, there were cheers again. Han Yiming took a deep breath, put his hand into the last big box, took out a table tennis ball, and displayed it in front of the screen.

"Let's congratulate! Section C! Row 11, the audience in seat 32! Congratulations! Please bring him to the stage, and we will create a piece of music for him!"

In an instant, everyone in Area C turned their attention to the eleventh row.

In the eleventh row, a young man holds a mobile phone in one hand and a concert ticket in the other.

He looked at the ticket in his hand, a little disbelieving.

"Congratulations to this friend!"

On the stage, King Han couldn't see these clearly. The staff walked over to the man, checked the ticket number, and then smiled and invited the young man to the stage.

The young man picked up the beer on the side and took a few gulps in a row before walking to the stage with the staff.

The young man was tall and thin, and he looked like he was about twenty-five or six years old. I don't know if it was because of excitement or because of the two sips of wine just now, his face was a little red.

When he came to the front, Han Yiming realized that this person was actually crying again.

At first he thought that this person was emotionally sensitive, maybe he was crying because he was excited, but soon he felt that something was wrong, this person was really sad.

He turned his head and glanced at Gong Nanbei, his eyes full of inquiries: 'Is it okay'?

Gong Nanbei replied to him: 'No problem'!

Han Yiming was relieved at this time, and greeted the past with a smile: "This friend, what's your name?"

"Hello, Brother Han, my name is Ma Jun," the young man replied with a smile.

With this mouth, Han Yiming smelled the smell of alcohol, thinking that this person is still drinking? It seemed that something really bothered me.

Han Yiming smiled and said, "May I ask what requirements do you have for the song?"

Ma Jun thought for a moment before saying, "Then write a song for my ex-girlfriend"

As soon as these remarks came out, the fans at the concert started to discuss, and the voices of chattering were loud below.

Ma Jun's eyes turned red again: "I broke up with her last week. I want to tell her, I'm sorry, I'm too naive to give her what she wants. Just, that's it."

After Han Yiming heard this, he turned to look at Gong Nanbei, Gong Nanbei nodded lightly, and then he turned back to Ma Jun and smiled: "Everything will be fine, there is still a long way to go in life! You have to look forward!"

Ma Jun smiled bitterly, but did not respond.

Some things can only be done by oneself, and it is useless to persuade others.

Gong Nanbei, however, had already taken over a stave from the staff and began to draw the score.

Everyone in the band who saw him write a song for the first time was a little surprised. They got creative so quickly? Don't have any inside story here! Or so fast?

Gong Nanbei's writings gave birth to the wind, and in just two or three minutes, he drew the stave. Then he called Han Yiming to his side, making it look like the two were discussing together.

After drawing the staff, the two checked it a little, and then handed it to the band members.

After everyone in the band looked at the staff, they looked at Gong Nanbei as if they were looking at a monster!

This is all thanks to the system's primary soundtrack production skills, otherwise Gong Nanbei doesn't even know the staff!

Han Yiming ran over and studied the score with the band. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became. On the other hand, Gong Nanbei had already started to write the lyrics.

After another three or four minutes, Gong Nanbei's lyrics were also written, and he handed the lyrics to Han Yiming and said, "Brother Han, see if you can do it."

Han Yiming took the lyrics, tried to sing a couple of lines, and then looked back at the band members.

They all had wry smiles on their faces. It wasn't that they were dissatisfied with the bad songs, but they all felt that Gong Nanbei was a bit too evil, which made them professionals feel a sense of frustration.

Han Yiming picked up the lyrics and showed it to the camera: "The song has been written, do you want to listen to it?"

"think!"

"Want to hear!"

"I want to hear it! I want to hear it!"

When Han Yiming asked, he immediately got a loud response from the audience.

Han Yiming smiled, turned to look at Ma Jun and said, "This song is dedicated to you, Mr. Ma Jun, I hope you will like it"

Ma Jun really drank too much, but he just smirked at Han Yiming.

Seeing his state, Han Yiming turned around and asked the staff to bring a stool up so that he could sit down more comfortably.

Musicians, on the other hand, have already begun to study musical scores.

Han Yiming's voice became more and more serious, and he held back when he spoke. Gong Nanbei looked at him with some worry.

Han Yiming smiled and pointed to the lyrics above, meaning that he could still sing them.

Gong Nanbei nodded lightly, this was Han Yiming's pride, and he couldn't refuse.

Two or three minutes later, the musician nodded lightly at Han Yiming.

Han Yimingtong nodded slightly and turned to look at Gong Nanbei.

After Gong Nanbei also nodded lightly, the staff next to him brought a guitar and a bass.

Gong Nanbei put on the guitar, and Han Yiming put on the bass and laughed.

"This song is called "Boy"! It's for Brother Ma Jun, and for all the good friends here!"