Yang Mumu resisted, stood up, and was pressed down again.

Tremendous force is concentrated on the shoulders and cannot be resisted.

After sitting down, Yang Mumu pouted and said, "Sister He, what do you want me to say?" ”

"Take it out, right?"

panicked, Yang Mumu put his hand in his trouser pocket, not letting Sister He see what was inside.

"I'll give you one more chance, take it out."

"Sister, there's really nothing, I swear."

Sister He leaned down, close to her ear, and swallowed the aroma.

"Don't give me what I don't have, take it out."

"Sister, I don't have ......."

Sister He's eyes changed, and she snorted a word coldly in her mouth: "Huh? ”

"I ......." Unable to resist, Yang Mumu took out his hand and opened it.

looked at Sister He weakly, wanting not to show her, she was not Sister He's opponent.

Sister He opened the paper ball, watched it carefully, and then closed it.

Strange eyes stared at Yang Mumu, and fingers tapped on her shoulder.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Don't you know everything? Also asked what I do. ”

Sister He knocked her head and said indignantly: "You have a good song, why don't you tell me, do you know how much favor I wasted for your song?" ”

"This is a favor, the most precious thing in the entertainment industry, for you, you still put this face on me."

Raise your hand, reluctant to fight, and reluctant to scold.

This young lady is a big lady.

"Chen Yang wrote it?"

"yes, this guy is a bastard, I don't go to him, he doesn't plan to take it out, you say he's not bad."

"It's bad, so how can he give you a song?"

"I pretended to be pitiful in front of him, and he took it out consciously." Yang Mumu covered his lips and smiled secretly.

The expression of happiness speaks for itself.

Sister He sighed, but she still couldn't stop it.

This girl, once again, fell into that bastard's tricks.

This time, it's more ruthless and more powerful.

"Go ahead."

"Okay." Yang Mumu got up, remembered that he hadn't picked up the song yet, and turned around and said, "Sister, song?" ”

"Here you go, something that doesn't make a difference."

Sister He scolded a word, and then sat down.

Holding his chin in his hands, he took out his mobile phone and typed the word foam on it, without any information.

New songs, original songs.

She watched it once, and this song was better than the songs she received.

"Chen Yang, are you a mediocre or a genius?"

"I can't see through you more and more, in the entire entertainment industry, you are the only one who can make me feel this way."

The time soon came to the night of the singing.

In this game, many players are riveting and want to break out this time.

Yang Mumu met Miss Idol, she was still so beautiful and elegant.

"Hello Mr. Zhao."

"Yang Mumu, I heard that you still want to use original songs this time, you are bold enough."

Original songs, on this stage, have a lot of disadvantages.

The harm outweighs the good, and this is something that all singers agree on.

Yang Mumu, a newcomer who is not a newcomer, has used new songs for two consecutive issues, and this issue dares to use it.

Bold enough, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

Seventh place in the last period, this time it may face the result of elimination.

"There's no way, it's better than singing, I'm definitely not the opponent of your teachers, I can only win by surprise."

"Forget your words, in front of me, you still have to be so humble." Miss Idol obviously disagreed with her words: "This kind of thing, others may believe it, a few of us know the roots, there is no need to flatter each other." ”

Singers who compete on the same stage, who don't have two brushes.

It's not that the longer you debut, the stronger you become.

debuted early, but the advantage is great.

"Haha, Mr. Zhao really likes to laugh."

"Okay, let's not talk to you, I'm going on stage."

In this issue, Yang Mumu drew the fourth number.

It's a good or bad term, everyone wants one last chance to perform.

The chance of rolling over is the greatest.

"Come on, Mr. Zhao."

The next person is myself.

Yang Mumu returned to the room and pressed his hands on his knees.

Trembling legs, constantly beating.

On the screen is Miss Idol's gorgeous performance without any flaws.

It can be seen that the singers who performed today don't want to be eliminated.

"It's my turn, I hope this time, I live up to your expectations."

Yang Mumu got up and, with the help of his assistant, came to the back of the stage.

The mood is inexplicably nervous.

The third time I came to power, I was still afraid.

"Whew."

"Poplar Mumu, you can."

"Believe in yourself."

Cheer yourself up.

After the front desk was arranged, Yang Mumu came to the stage in a beautiful long dress.

"Goddess, goddess."

"Goddess, goddess."

The audience shouted enthusiastically, and the boys shouted the most happily.

The scene was still warm, and I was moved by the performance of Miss Idol last time, and the atmosphere was still warm.

"Whew."

Taking a deep breath, Yang Mumu nodded his head.

The orchestra behind it began to play, and the music sounded with a beautiful melody.

"Foam in the sun

It is colored

It's like being cheated on

It's blissful

Investigate what is right and wrong

Your lies

Based on the fact that you still love me. ”

Bubbles in the sun, colorful.

Underneath the beauty is the urge to explode all at once.

As soon as the voice came out, the audience knelt down.

"Beautiful bubbles

Although a flash of fireworks

All your commitments

Although all are too fragile

But love is like a bubble

If you can see through it

What's so sad. ”

Bubbles, such as life, such as love.

A moment of brilliance, but countless people moths to the fire.

Death is not terrible.

Vulnerable, not scary.

Are we sad for love?

Not really.

"Bubbles should have been known a long time ago

Break at the touch of a button

It's like a broken heart

It's torturous

It's no one's fault, either

No matter how many lies

Based on the fact that you still love me. ”

The climax caused a frenzy in the audience.

Men shouted, women shouted.

They shook to the melody, wept, or closed their eyes.

Immersed in the music, I suddenly remembered my love, like a bubble, bursting all at once.

And now that I think about it, I feel all kinds of emotions in my heart.

Back then, we were also brilliant and loved.

"Love is a bubble

Blame me for not seeing through

That's why I'm so sad

Foam under the rain

Break at the touch of a button

The blazing heart at the beginning

It has long sunk

Say what you love me

If you lie to me

I'd rather you be silent. ”

Who can do this for the sake of love?

Lie to me, it's better not to love me.

My love is like a moth.

And you are indeed a liar.

The last lyrics fell, and everything entered the perfect ending.

The poplar wood was immersed in foam, and the corners of his eyes were red.

Try to control your tears and keep yourself from crying.

This song, I did it myself.

It was perfect.

"Chen Yang, I didn't disappoint you."

"Chen Yang, thank you."

Stoop.

Take a bow.

"Thank you."

A thank you, not just to the audience.

It is also to Chen Yang, who is far away at home, to thank them.

"Wow."

"Goddess."

"Goddess."

"Poplar, goddess."

(End of chapter)