Chapter 450: Chapter 335_3
“Does this scumbag even deserve Mo Mo’s effort!”
The more effort her idol put in, the more she loathed the person next to him.
Because the more her idol gave, the more she felt that person didn’t deserve such commitnt.
This song was so cleverly written, and the emotions and effort put into it were just too much.
Everyone’s minds had completely forgotten Liu Zhenyuan’s performance earlier.
Forty years of skill?
Even if it’s four hundred years, it wouldn’t matter!
Hard work is nothing in the face of talent!
Even though the votes hadn’t been cast yet, when Mo Mo stopped singing, everyone already knew the result.
“Thank you, everyone.” Mo Mo still wore a cheerful smile, expressing his gratitude to the audience.
Wu Mu felt the eyes from the audience glaring at him, wishing to poke holes in him, and understandably felt sowhat guilty.
After the performance ca the voting phase.
And the results were announced imdiately after voting.
As expected.
Mo Mo won with 79% of the vote.
Liu Zhenyuan regretfully exited the stage.
As
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(Two hours later)
However, before he reached the hotel, he unexpectedly saw a familiar face by the roadside.
Huh, what is she doing here?
Wu Mu curiously looked at the figure standing outside a restaurant.
It was Su ng, whom he had t long ago on the first episode of the Star Agency.
At this mont, she was standing next to a red Ferrari, looking angry and talking to soone inside the car.
Wu Mu couldn’t see what the person inside the Ferrari looked like, but that person obviously had a temper. After a few words, they hit the gas and drove off, leaving Su ng standing there, frowning.
Wu Mu drove over with a smile, rolled down the window, and said humorously, “Xiao Su, long ti no see.”
Su ng turned her head towards him, looking sowhat surprised.
This was only their second eting in real life.
But Su ng seed to pay quite a bit of attention to his situation, as Wu Mu often received feedback on his new songs from her on WeChat.
They didn’t chat much, just simple comnts about how good his songs were.
Hmm, whether they’re black fans or white fans, they at least contributed to the ratings.
Wu Mu smiled and said, “Your driver ran off? Need a ride?”
Su ng hesitated a bit, “I’ll let my family know.”
“Aunt Qing, you don’t need to co over. Yes, a friend is taking back. Okay, I got it.”
After making the call, Su ng opened the front passenger door and got in.
After finding out where she was going, Wu Mu curiously asked, “Aren’t you from Shen City? Why are you here?”
Su ng shook her head, “I am from Shen City, but my family also has a house in Beijing.”
She paused, with a rare smile on her face, “We were just at the venue, and my friend wanted to cover their ears during your first song.”
Wu Mu laughed, “That has nothing to do with , I sang it just fine.”
They chatted casually, and Wu Mu soon dropped Su ng off at her ho, a large Siheyuan (courtyard house) not far from the Forbidden City in Upper City District.
Hmm, confird, she’s another rich kid.
Wu Mu was quite surprised. Although it was apparent from her daily behavior that Su ng’s family was quite wealthy, he didn’t expect them to be this rich.
Just this Siheyuan probably costs at least…
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While preparing for his second performance, the 67 Gala live broadcast, which was delayed by half an hour, finally started.
In Zhang Li’s small apartnt, Zhang Li and Han Yan had already been waiting in front of the computer screen.
Originally, they had no interest in the 67 Gala, and even if they were to watch it, they would prefer to see the stronger guest lineup and bigger production of CCTV’s 67 Gala or the more entertaining and youth-friendly Sha City’s 67 Gala.
Beijing TV Station, a rather average station, didn’t really catch their interest.
But if Wu Mu was appearing on the show, that was a different story.
As fans of him and his “black fans,” how could they miss such a show, especially with the added excitent?
Han Yan turned on the bullet screen, and as soon as the gala refreshed, people were spamming anti-Wu Mu comnts on the bullet screen.
Han Yan laughed at the screen, “Haha, they still haven’t given up. Even though Beijing TV Station is clearly standing its ground, they’re still running over here to contribute to the ratings.”
Zhang Li also laughed, “After all, it’s already started. They can’t just give up halfway.”
Hmm, most ordinary viewers wouldn’t keep following this issue, but Xiao Yi’s fans and Wu Mu’s haters? Once they had charged in, they weren’t likely to give up halfway.
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Xiao Yi stood against the gray backdrop of the country’s mountains and seas, singing with deep emotion:
“That year, you and I were the sa age, young like a fresh song.”
“But to create the new world of your dreams, you turned and rushed into the storm.”
Hmm?
Du Xingguo instinctively glanced at his granddaughter.
This?
Even though he wasn’t a professional, he could tell that this person couldn’t compare to the previous singer on the show. Even after tuning and editing, the pitch and effect seed mostly fine, but the voice felt hollow and lacked infectiousness.
What was so great about this?
Hu Qing didn’t understand what was good about it either.
Xu Zhichun continued with the second verse:
“I saw millions of adorable you, rushing into the smoke without looking back.”
“Countless youthful figures disappeared into the night, bringing forth the dawn.”
Du Xingguo lost all interest and shook his head, “I can’t appreciate you young people’s stuff.”
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