Chapter 303: Chapter 265: Bohemian Rhapsody _2 Chapter 303: Chapter 265: Bohemian Rhapsody _2 People can’t just give up points for the sake of Skill effects, right?
Although you need to maintain that Rock Style, rock singers have their own ways of stirring things up too.
Standing in the center of the stage, Wu Mu said nothing, simply looking quietly at the everyone below.
Realizing what he was about to say, the audience quickly fell silent.
Wu Mu swept his gaze over the audience, then over the singers who had perford earlier.
Finally, his gaze fixed on Li Zhengxun’s face.
He rembered the video of Li Zhengxun’s dinner party all too well.
Although Li Zhengxun’s side hastened to clarify that he had never said those words and that the video was AI-synthesized, even releasing his itinerary ticket for that day to prove he wasn’t in the country,
that kind of clarification was only good for deceiving fans from the outside world.
Through industry connections, he confird that the video was real.
Well, then you can’t bla him for going hard on the program.
Li Zhengxun, who had been expressionless, began to feel a hint of unease.
If it had been any other singer staring at him like this, he would not have cared, nor would other singers likely confront him on the show.
But with soone on the last episode who made them control their fans… his heart tensed up a bit.
And, amidst his nervous gaze and the attentive stares of everyone in the venue,
Wu Mu stared at Li Zhengxun and slowly spoke out, “Son of a bitch.”
???
Huh?
Ah?
Son of a bitch!?
Hearing Wu Mu’s clear and rounded Mandarin, the audience was stunned for a mont, then bewildered.
Damn!
Wu just cussed soone out on the show!!
Everyone knew from Wu Mu’s gaze at Li Zhengxun that he would probably confront him as he had done before, but they certainly didn’t expect him to actually curse at soone on the show!
An eerie silence enveloped the venue, with everyone casting peculiar looks toward Li Zhengxun.
Li Zhengxun didn’t understand Chinese, but he could gather from everyone’s reaction that Wu Mu’s words were surely not kind.
He feigned calmness and asked his music partner with dignity, “What is Wu Mu saying?”
His music partner’s face stiffened—how could he dare to repeat those words?
Wu Mu dared to swear on the program, but he, even by repetition, dared not!
He stood with a frozen expression, not translating, but the considerate Wu Mu helped out Li Zhengxun, who didn’t understand.
Wu Mu stared at Li Zhengxun and spoke again, “개새끼 (Son of a bitch).”
Li Zhengxun’s forced smile froze in place.
…F*ck!!
How dare you curse soone out on a show!?
Do you f*cking realize you’re a public figure, a celebrity!?
Li Zhengxun thought at most Wu Mu would bring up the video incident as before, but he could never have dread Wu Mu would dare to directly curse at him.
He was called such a filthy na his eyes reddened.
But…what Wu Mu dared, he truly did not.
If he publicly argued with this person, he could kiss any future earnings from Hua Country goodbye.
Li Zhengxun simply clenched his fists tightly, pretending not to hear, maintaining a smiling face to show he was a person of grace.
At the sa ti, his gaze couldn’t help but seek out the on-site director—co on, this guy is cursing on live TV, won’t you co out and manage him?
The show’s director’s face turned green.
Wu Feng’s face was also green.
They too had never expected Wu Mu to outright curse soone on the show.
What about order, the law?
Do they even consider our production team anymore?
But soone needs to deal with Wu Mu… how can they deal with him!?
Blacklist Wu Mu again?
This damn guy doesn’t even fear being blacklisted, and he doesn’t care at all about what the public thinks of him; our show still needs his popularity.
How are we supposed to deal with him?
And, after all, wasn’t it you, the idiot who cursed at him in private? If it weren’t for that damn video of yours, would we have this ss now?
Didn’t you know his way of doing things last ti, and still you cursed him in private?
Wu Feng had been gaslighted by Wu Mu to the point where he started to feel he wasn’t at fault, and instead he began to bla Li Zhengxun.
But whether Wu Mu was to bla or not, the issue still had to be handled.
He hurriedly said, “First cut off Wu Mu’s microphone, switch the cara to sowhere else, and go back to him when he’s about to sing. For the edited version later, cut this part out.”
But Wu Mu didn’t continue anyway.
He knew when to stop after making his point.
Well, he’s a rock singer now; what’s so surprising about swearing at soone on the show, plus it’s justifiable vengeance, absolutely no problem at all!
But this could only happen on a live show; on a recorded show, it wouldn’t work, as it would certainly be edited out.
Wu Mu looked at the system panel, which was already flashing with dark golden brilliance, and nodded in satisfaction.
Obviously, Atong also thought he had a rock style.
With such fiercely flashing colors on the Skill, plus his own talent boost, Bohemian Rhapsody suited his past experiences so well.
He couldn’t even imagine what his live performance would be like later.
After causing a bit of effect on the show, Wu Mu didn’t waste any more ti, took up the microphone again, and said, “Here’s a new song, Bohemian Rhapsody.”
As the music began, the audience was still imrsed in Wu Mu’s words from before.
Until Wu Mu started to sing along with the music,
“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?”
(Could all this be real, or is it rely an illusion?)
“Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.”
(Trapped in a landslide, unable to escape the prison of reality.)
At the singers’ table, Li Zhengxun, who was still trying to maintain his composure, suddenly tensed, and instinctively turned to look at Wu Mu.
Sothing… seed off.
Such an uncomfortable feeling!
Just by hearing these two lines of lyrics, he felt as if his heart was being squeezed, suffocating.
It was as if he could hear the singer’s suppressed emotions from these two lines, and from this oppression, he could imagine the image of a lonely child wandering in the night.
Under the stage, Mo Mo looked up at Wu Mu, her heart also tightening bit by bit. This feeling was familiar to her; it was like when she listened to Under the Sea on Masked Singer.
No, this was even more intense than that.
It was as if she was drowning in a sea of pain, no light in sight, no one to depend on, only a numb pain engulfing her.
“Because I’m easy co, easy go, a little high, little low.”
“Anyway the wind blows doesn’t really matter to , to .”
Wu Mu’s prelude finished, and he quietly felt the emotion in his heart, sensing the agonized wail that was about to erupt from within.
His Childhood mories, when viewed as an outsider, really didn’t seem to be of any consequence, at most eliciting so sympathy.
But once he put himself in the main perspective, it seed as if the entire sky had lost its color, a nightmare unforgettable until death.
His father, an abuser, had accidentally killed his mother; within that seemingly light statent lay countless images of him hiding in corners, crying and choking.
It seed his father always found countless reasons to hit him.
Failing an exam and bringing sha; the uncontrollable craving to ask for money for an ice pop like his classmates; seeing his father gambling again and trying to suppress the fear to persuade him… One mont his father could be smiling, the next he would explode in a sudden rage and start to hit him.
His mories of Childhood, his mories of being young, seed always filled with being slapped and kicked, with classmates, neighbors, and passersby looking on in shock.
At first, he dared not run, only curling up on the ground and crying. Later, when he got older, he learned to run desperately outside, into the streets, hoping a car might end it all.
For the original him, the only protection ca from his weak-willed mother, who would nevertheless protect him at all costs, pulling him into her arms with a stubborn look in her eyes.
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