This is a song that can penetrate people's hearts, Meng Ke is a person who has lived two lifetimes, and the combination of people and songs directly makes the whole stage come alive. It can be said that if those contestants came to perform before, Meng Ke would have come to dominate the stage, and he would be the superstar of this stage.

Deserved.

Almost no one could resist his assault.

At the end of the act, almost everyone in the young people present cried, it was not a moving tear, it was an excited tear, Meng Ke sang their hearts.

Even Zeng Haiyuan didn't know what kind of mood he was in after listening to this song, anyway, he was silent, and he was good at commenting, so he had nothing to say.

It was such a voice under a mask, it took four minutes to conquer the entire scene, all the contestants had only one thought, he didn't have to listen to the judges' evaluation, he would definitely pass the audition.

The skull hit the ground.

If anyone doesn't let this person pass, we will do our best.

Lin Jingning, who was already excited, actually stood on the edge of the stage all the time after sending out the ukulele, standing closest to Meng Ke.

At this moment.

The cute little Lori, the whole mouth is wide open, the eyes are full of little stars, the stars are full of peach blossoms, and the peach blossoms are mixed with caution.

Not the heart of love.

Lin Jing felt that using love was blasphemy.

It was a kind of worship, the worship of idols, and in the time of a song, Meng Ke became Lin Jingjing's idol. Because this is a myth that Lin Jing witnessed and experienced with her own eyes, not the kind of idol she saw on TV, Meng Ke was more vivid, more specific, and more vivid in her eyes.

It's powdered.

It's powdered.

It must be powdered.

Lin Jing is very sure that he will be Meng Ke's number one fan in the future, as for whether he can pass the audition...... Ahem, Xiao Xuan's results are not important at all, her only hope now is that her idol must win the championship.

No!

It doesn't have to be, it must be, the champion of this "Trend Music Competition" must be her idol.

Notes disappear......

The crowd didn't know whether to applaud or listen quietly to the judges' comments first.

Therefore, the scene fell into silence, there was no way, among the five judges, Zeng Haiyuan was the first, he didn't speak, and the others didn't know how to set the tone, and it happened to be a controversial one like Meng Ke, plus there was a slight conflict before.

Praise Meng Ke, for fear of angering Zeng Haiyuan.

Slander Meng Ke, emmm...... There is a high probability that you will be drowned by the saliva at the scene, it is better to be silent, anyway, the sky is falling, and there is a high top.

"It's about Lao Tzu's, Lao Tzu is the one who makes soy sauce. The four judges next to Zeng Haiyuan looked at their noses and noses, and their noses looked at their hearts, and they didn't say anything.

And then.

Meng Ke waited for ten seconds.

shrugged his shoulders, put one hand back in his trouser pocket, walked directly to the bottom of the stage, returned the other hand back to the ukulele, and then naturally hugged Lin Jingjing's shoulder, and rubbed her little brain inexplicably: "Let's go, it's over." ”

"Huh, the judges haven't commented yet?"

"I don't want to hear it. ”

"No, well. ”

"What's so bad, am I singing badly?"

"No, no, you sing super well, I'm already a fan. ”

"Isn't that enough, aren't you done with the show too, don't you have to wait any longer, by the way, what about my notebook?"

"I'll hold it for you, don't worry, you can't lose it. ”

"There are very precious materials in it, but I don't dare to lose it, and even if it is bumpy, I will be miserable......"

Can it not be miserable.

If the notebook is broken, Zheng Xiaoyu can chop Meng Ke...... of the third leg.

When Meng Ke and Lin Jingjing's backs completely disappeared into the art center, there was a burst of heated discussion on the scene.

", cow break, language is too scarce, there are no other adjectives. ”

"When it's over, I go to hide my merit and fame...... True gods, cattle people in the folk, look at this creative ability, trembling. ”

"See that back? a back that only the victor deserves. ”

"What do you mean?"

"The most cute height difference, the god under the background of that cute girl, is even more magnificent. ”

"I didn't see the name of the great god. ”

"It seems that there is no real name at all, a stage name is written, and the years can be turned back. ”

"I haven't heard of it, let me check. ”

"Huh, how can there be a person who writes novels and calls the years back, is it a coincidence?"

"It must be a coincidence, the one who writes novels can sing, I don't believe it, if it's true, I'll eat live broadcast!"

If Meng Ke hears the last discussion, he will definitely turn around and come back, and explain to the melon-eating masses that a writer who can't sing is not a good artist, Lao Tzu is the most prolific god in the online literature industry, and the most fashionable talent in the music industry...... If you eat Xiang live and talk about it, I'll take it seriously, and the rocket will reward you when the time comes.

Hmph, the last guy who swore a poisonous oath has disappeared from the online literature world, and he doesn't dare to ask for a name.

EatXiang Live Terminator Nicholas Kegill Mensky......

The perspective flies out of the art center.

Seventy-nine steps up.

Meng Ke still put his arms around Lin Jing's neck, and walked out leisurely, huh...... Soft, slippery, comfortable.

"Hey, can you please not put your arms around my neck?

"Don't move, it's called ending pose, learn to do something. Meng Ke pursed his lips and lied.

"No one is watching, who else is ding. ”

"Really? I didn't pay attention. ”

"Liar!"

"Who lied to you, whether you volunteered or not, one day when I am really famous and become a big star, you will not have this treatment. Enjoy it now, and brag about it when the time comes, it's a superstar's neck and it's worth a fortune. ”

"Huh...... Bragging!"

It was already afternoon, the scorching sun of Nanchuan was scorching the earth, and it was so hot that he was sweating, Meng Ke let go of Lin Jing's neck: "Let's go together, there is a bus stop in front." ”

Lin Jing shook his head: "No, no." ”

"Why don't I take a taxi to send you?" Meng Ke pointed to Lin's quiet ukulele, "I should thank you for your instrument." ”

"Not really. Lin Jing took out a key from his trouser pocket, and with a light press, a red coupe a hundred meters away suddenly lit up, "Future superstar brother, I have a car, I don't need to take a taxi." ”

After a pause, Lin Jing stuck out his tongue: "If my brother doesn't dislike it, why don't you ...... How about I drive my brother home myself?"

Hehe......

was silently mocked.

Meng Ke's face under the mask turned red again, this cute little goblin is not stupid and sweet at all, I swear, everything I see in front of me must be an illusion.

"The weather is so hot, if you take the bus, you may be stunned by the heat, and it is not easy to take a taxi here, if I am a superstar brother, I will definitely choose to take that cute little sports car, with enough power, comfortable seats, and the driver is super sweet......"