Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Should We Change the Song? Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Should We Change the Song? And it was proven that even without resorting to cheap tricks, and even singing in English, Mo Mo was significantly better than her competition.
The recording studio transford into her own personal concert as the audience clapped along to the rhythm.
After finishing the song, everyone was vigorously applauding.
Sitting in the contestant seats, the foreign singer-songwriters Jina and Ethan were also clapping.
In fact, they didn’t take this show too seriously and didn’t have any grandiose thoughts or intentions about it.
They were simply there to appear on the show and make so money.
The previous incidents with singers had blown up not because of the foreign singer-songwriters, but more because there was a feeling of anger and misfortune towards the local singer-songwriters for not being competitive.
The main issue was the disappointnt with the local singer-songwriters being outperford by second-rate foreign singers.
Fortunately, Mo Mo now had regained so dignity for them.
During the voting segnt, Mo Mo won by a large margin of 147 votes to 54.
Eventually, Mo Mo unmasked herself and took a seat among the contestants.
Watching Jina and Ethan politely greeting Mo Mo, the audience felt sowhat satisfied yet also as if sothing was missing.
“Feels like sothing is still missing, a bit less satisfying?”
“Yeah, Jina was totally crushed, but Ethan didn’t exactly face her head-on, it feels a bit like itching through a boot.”
“Mainly it’s because those two foreign singers didn’t have the right expressions. You see Ethan, who was barely serious, showed no shock or astonishnt at all. Without their reactions, where’s the thrill?”
“Well, they are professional singers after all, expecting them to be shocked is a bit too much.”
The audience murmured among themselves.
Everyone generally felt sowhat thrilled, but it still wasn’t enough.
Then soone thought of chanical Warrior.
“Isn’t there still chanical Warrior? Let him face one later!”
“Yes, his high notes will definitely shock those two!”
The audience quickly reached a consensus and started chanting the na of chanical Warrior.
chanical Warrior, co on and save us.
Use your high notes to give those two foreigners a bit of shock!
Amidst the anticipatory cries of the audience,
Wu Mu and the last contestant went on stage.
After a ga of rock-paper-scissors, the other contestant went first.
He sang a sowhat principled song, and the judges, after listening, couldn’t imdiately tell who he was, feeling that he might have deliberately disguised his voice.
However… the judges shook their heads internally, even if he had disguised his voice, this definitely wasn’t chanical Warrior’s level, the difference was significant, and he didn’t particularly stand out.
This contestant temporarily moved aside.
Now six contestants had perford, and five of them had almost confird their identities.
Everyone was ruled out except for the last one.
The judges’ eyes focused on Wu Mu, dressed in a killer outfit.
Zhao Xue looked at him and smiled, “chanical Warrior, everyone’s expectations are high for you now, if your performance isn’t up to par, you’re going to get criticized.”
She had planned to test him anyway.
But unexpectedly, Wu directly nodded, “Alright, then let’s bring out sothing real for everyone later.”
Huh, is he not pretending anymore? Admitting he’s chanical Warrior?
The judges were slightly surprised but curious, “Are you also going to change your song?”
After all, no one knew in advance that two foreign singers would be on the show, so the song choice might not have been the best fit.
For example, chanical Warrior might not have chosen a song suitable for his high-pitched voice.
But Wu Mu thought for a mont and shook his head, “No need to switch, just the original song, it has enough sincerity.”
He was going to sing “Under the Sea,” which he had drawn earlier.
In terms of quality, it wasn’t the best among the songs he had.
Nor could he claim it was much better than Mo Mo’s and the two foreign singers’ choices.
But it was enough for him.
Because this song was thoroughly a suicide song, and once he opened with full emotional skills, it would resonate strongly and draw everyone into his emotions.
He had been worried about revealing his identity as soon as he began to sing and had avoided choosing such emotionally transparent songs.
But now, since he wasn’t planning on disguising himself, he decided to go straight for a song with a strong personal touch.
“Then the stage is yours, contestant number 0. We’re looking forward to your performance,” Zhao Xue knew everyone just wanted to hurry up and listen to chanical Warrior sing, so she didn’t ask many questions and handed over the stage to Wu Mu after the routine question about the origin of his disguise.
Wu Mu stood at the center of the stage and didn’t rush to start singing; instead, he looked around the venue.
First, he looked at Mo Mo, who was sitting upright, full of expectation.
The two foreign singers wore professional smiles and didn’t seem to take him very seriously.
Audience below… Huh?
Wu Mu’s gaze settled on soone in the front row of the audience.
It was Liu Lan.
Why was she here?
Liu Lan also noticed his gaze, and her bored expression turned into a happy one as she waved at him.
But after glancing at her a few tis, Wu Mu disregarded her and moved his gaze away.
Her presence didn’t an much to him.
Liu Lan’s smile instantly froze, and her brows furrowed.
Wu Mu’s scanning gaze then spotted another familiar face in the audience.
It was the cute girl who had loudly declared her love for him on the singer-songwriter show long ago.
She had co again, a true fan.
Wu Mu chuckled and waved slightly in her direction.
The audience stirred, looking left and right, unable to figure out to whom he was waving.
But Han Yan and Zhang Li figured it out.
Han Yan whispered to her friend, “Oh no, this is definitely Wu. He must be waving at you; he has a good mory to still rember you after all this ti.”
This was proof enough; he wouldn’t be waving in their direction if he wasn’t Wu.
Zhang Li’s face flushed, “It might not be a greeting for ; maybe it’s for soone else he knows.”
Han Yan curled her lip, “Go ahead and pretend. Your eyes just t. It’s not like it’s uncertain.”
That Wu sure knew how to do it—rembering a fan’s face from so long ago and actually greeting her.
Han Yan felt her best friend was going to sprint down the path of being a true fan of Wu.
But she was also in a good mood, “Did you see that just now? His sponsor waved at him, and he just glanced over and ignored her entirely. Not a flicker of disturbance in his deanor.”
“Haha, maybe that nasty woman ca up here desperate.”
The dissatisfaction in her heart dissipated a great deal, seeing that Wu hadn’t completely lost his way; at least he hadn’t confusedly run back to his sponsor.
Especially when she compared the treatnt she received to that of her best friend, her mood brightened even more.
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