How Can I Get Confused With The Top?
/ How Can I Get Confused with the Top? Chapter 168
The tall and thin one among the players: "Damn it, am I listening to the national team's singing? This weak bastard, Jiu Ye has really become a master at the scene."
"You still have vision." The young bald contestant was stunned, and he said to Xiaochi, "What do Li Xingwei, Lin Xia, and Gu Peng compare to cheaters? Your grandma's song doesn't give a shit. Speaking of male singers, female singers can't sing.”
Xiaochi was dumbfounded. He only stood on Chu Zhi's side because he borrowed a piano. He never expected that it was not because the allied forces were too weak, but the enemy's army was high.
"You dropped the key, the chorus and the high pitch are also death arias." Xiaochi couldn't help swallowing: "The key point is that this song is so inspiring, and the singing of Brother Nine can't make him soar at all. This kind of singing feels like, feels Yes……"
The bald player at an early age found an adjective: "Angels descend to earth."
"Ah, yes, yes, I was in a low mood yesterday, but this feels completely smooth." Koike nodded.
The best singer at the scene is Gu Peng, the image ambassador.
The first half of the song: "I can sing well, the articulation, ventilation, and intonation are all good, the foundation is good", "The tone is really beautiful, suitable for singing folk songs", "Wow his head voice is really good, I remember Chu Zhi Shouldn't be academic"
The second half of the song: "Could it be that the four groups of words are very simple? Why doesn't his face change?" "It was the right choice for the leaders of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to invite him to participate in the ChinJapan-Korea concert", "It's not as strong as a traffic singer in his twenties." "
Gu Peng has a lot of psychological activities, and people who have heard of social fear have a lot of inner activities.
Listening to the doorway professionally, the audience only felt that the high-pitched voice was light, very inspirational, and it sounded very good.
There were young couples in the auditorium, and the man was so excited that he held his girlfriend's hand hard... the birth of tragedy.
From the beginning of the singing, many people held their mobile phones. When listening to the song, some people were so excited that their mobile phones fell to the ground.
"My 888 Redmi phone." The audience felt heartbroken, picked up the phone, but fortunately the quality was acceptable and no new scars were added.
The millet man is also half a small fruit, mainly Yan Fan. He watched the live broadcast of Dream of Red Mansions and heard Chu Zhi sing. At that time, he felt very depressed and was singing himself.
You don't know, there were cries all over the barrage at that time, and those who didn't know it would probably think it was a mourning video.
He suddenly felt that he was cold-blooded, and he didn't want to cry at all. He only felt that the star-chasing girl's parents died. I don't know if she was so sad.
The live version contains an inspiring force, and Xiaomi men have the idea of letting go of their father, and then letting go of themselves.
"Laughing to death, why did I let him go? I'm not really happy, and I want him to be unhappy. I used to be angry with me when I lost in poker, but now I'm an old prodigal son, hehe." Xiaomi Nan shook his head, not wanting to remember.
"Compared to the live broadcast, Chu Zhi's singing skills have changed dramatically. Before, he was only full of emotions, but now his singing skills feel a little bit more windy." Xiaomi Nan's thoughts were quickly interrupted by the unified voice of the scene.
More than a thousand spectators shouted: "Encore!"
Anko is the transliteration of the English word, which can be understood as the hope that the singer will come again.
Addicted to prostitution! these students.
Chu Zhi coughed twice and pretended. He moved two steps to the left without a trace, the camera on the side screen was to the left, and every next move was hoped to be fully displayed by the machine, so that the audience in the back row could see it clearly.
"I've practiced singing, it's alright." Chu Zhi said while holding the microphone, with a small smile on his face.
"Yes!", "Jiu Ye, you are the King at the scene", "Nice is quite Nice", "Singing skills directly surprised me, I always thought Jiu Ge was like Su Yiwu" and so on are all compliments.
In this live performance, let alone practice hard, even if you stay up late to practice, they also believe that the high-pitched high-pitched voice is good for many audiences who are not skilled in vocal music, and it is good to have feelings and high-pitched voice. Almost become a fan of the passers-by.
"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, then I will—cough, cough." After speaking, Chu Zhi began to cough violently.
Chu Zhi took out the white handkerchief he was carrying with him, and his continuous coughing made him lean forward slightly, his face showing pain.
Through the side screen, the audience clearly saw the red in the white.
Immediately, Chu Zhi put the handkerchief in his pocket in a panic, as if he was peeking at the phone in class and was discovered by the teacher. He hid the phone nervously, and the movement was too big. The blood on the white handkerchief was particularly bright.
I twisted open the thermos cup and wanted to drink some water, but I seemed to think of something, so I put down the cup without taking a sip.
"Huh - what, what did I just say?" Chu Zhi said: "Oh, "You Are Not Really Happy" is also a song I have practiced for a long time. I hope that listeners with protective colors can be truly happy."
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"But there will be a more urgent schedule in a while." Chu Zhi apologized: "So—"
"It's okay!" the audience below shouted suddenly, and then it was like throwing a stone into the pond, and words of comfort followed.
"Jiuye should take care of your body", "I will listen to this when I wait for the concert of Jiuye", "You are not really happy, I feel happy listening to this song"...
"Thank you so much everyone." Chu Zhi smiled happily, then walked off the stage and returned the electric guitar to Xiaochi.
"Can Ninth brother sign my guitar?" Koike asked after taking the guitar.
"I didn't..." Chu Zhi's lack of a pen has not yet been said from his mouth~www.mtlnovel.com~ Xiaochi handed over the marker.
"The signature is on the back." Chu Zhi wrote Long Feifengwu's signature.
Xiaochi grabbed the guitar firmly and watched Chu Zhi leave the gym.
After the main lord left, the heated discussion about what had just happened broke out.
"Ninth Master coughed up blood, most likely because of a throat injury or something."
"How uncomfortable is that? I didn't want to drink water just now. It can prove that the thermos is really wine. It's a pity suddenly..."
"Singing skills have really improved a lot. As far as this performance is concerned, not to mention those in their twenties, singers in their 30s and 40s may not be able to do it. Their talent and hard work are top-notch, but every time they drink, they hurt. voice."
"I used to hate Chu Zhi, mainly because his fans are all over the Internet. Today, I actually feel a little distressed for a man. "You Are Not Really Happy" sings so well, if you have a good voice, will you be able to sing better? it is good?"
There was a lot of discussion, and many male fans who turned to fans because of live songs were abused by a small wave, and the more successful Chu Zhi became, the more heartbroken they felt.
How to describe it, Iverson, who is equivalent to carrying a team by himself, used his talent to rush to the inside line again and again, playing drift and strong extraordinary.
But Iverson doesn't have a championship ring, and the way he plays is too exhausting.
On the other hand, Chu Zhi has talent and hard work that can be seen by the naked eye, but thinking about drinking and singing every time, his throat is soft, and the end will be miserable.
"I hope the audience with protective colors can be really happy. This song is really suitable for me." Xiaomi Nan saw the moment when Chu Zhi coughed up blood, and his heart slammed.
"Singing decadent songs into inspirational versions, Jiu Ye is real..." Xiaomi Nan couldn't find an adjective.
Many viewers who filmed with their mobile phones posted the whole thing on the Internet.
Chapter end
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