Liu Xiangpu continued to tell Chu Zhenyan gossip: "I think Liu Mengting chose such a song to compete with Zhu Qiuman."

At a bonfire party, Liu Xiangpu heard Chu Zhenyan's "On the Field of Hope". But at the beginning, Chu Zhenyan was on stage for the first time. She resumed the vocal music she had studied for a long time. Although she was outstanding, there were still some details in the eyes of these serious singers at the time.

So there is no need for Liu Xiangpu to sing this song in front of Chu Zhenyan.

Chu Zhenyan nodded, and Liu Mengting's soft and loud voice was already heard in her voice.

Although Chu Zhenyan didn't dare to say how high her music level was, after listening to their singing, she still knew who sang better.

Liu Mengting's singing is not a choice. After all, it's professional. But Chu Zhenyan had heard of Zhu Qiuman. To say that they have to be different, Zhu Qiuman is more suitable for this song.

But in addition, Liu Mengting's typhoon temperament is even worse than Zhu Qiuman.

"It's a good song." Liu Xiangpu couldn't help but sigh.

Liu Xiangpu boasted of herself, but she didn't dare to compare with Zhu Qiuman of the Advance Machinery Factory.

At this moment, Zhu Qiuman's face was not very good.

Zhang Xinying had just returned from abroad and didn't know about Zhu Qiuman and Liu Mengting. However, judging from the lyrics of Liu Mengting and Zhu Qiuman, Zhang Xinying can guess one or two.

Zhang Xinying said calmly: "Xiaoman, who is the singer on stage?" I think she is not only good-looking, but also sings well

Liu Mengting's show is just a small episode.

After the performance, the choir competition officially began.

When the Red Star Machinery Factory entered the second stage, Guo Qian had already organized their advance machinery factory to go to the backstage to prepare to wait.

Outside the backstage, they follow their original formation, dressed in military uniforms, full of fighting spirit.

"Remember to look at the conductor, watch the conductor!" After reading the conductor Hu Xiazheng's emphasis, he walked to Lu Weiliang's side: "Weiliang, your command is very important, the rhythm must be stable, don't be in a hurry, understand?"

Lu Weiliang wore a pair of white gloves, listened carefully, nodded and said, "Understood!"

After Guo Qian told Lu Weiliang, she went to find Chu Zhenyan.

"Zhenyan, I know you. You were here for yesterday's rehearsal. ”

When Guo Qian saw Chu Zhenyan, she felt sorry for her good voice. But thinking that Chu Zhenyan's situation was different from other singers, she was relieved.

Chu Zhenyan nodded.

Through the backstage, the singing of the choir of the Advance Machinery Factory was sonorous and powerful in their ears, but they couldn't hear how the chorus of the Advance Machinery Factory's process propaganda department played this time.

Because they were already lined up, they were just waiting on the stage there for the chorus of the forward machine factory. While the lights dimmed, they went in.

At the top of the spacious stage, there is a choir stage. They stand in their place according to the composition of their vocal parts.

Zhang Xinying helped put the microphone in front of her.

It turned out that Ma Huilan deliberately arranged Zhu Qiuman, but the microphone shelf was not close to Chu Zhenyan and her direction.

But Zhu Qiuman patronized and adjusted the position of the microphone in front of him, and Zhang Xinying arranged another microphone rack.

Zhang Xinying was impartial, just put the microphone far away from Chu Zhenyan, but the direction of the microphone was exactly where Chu Zhenyan was.

Only from Zhu Qiuman's point of view can we find clues.

Zhu Qiuman looked flustered. She was about to make a sound and signal Zhang Xinying to adjust her posture, when the stage lights suddenly turned on.

There is no chance.

Zhu Qiuman is very confident in this choir competition. She believes that as long as there are no problems in this competition, they will definitely win the first place this time.

But now! If Chu Zhenyan hadn't noticed the microphone and hadn't suppressed her voice, she would have lost the game.

It was not only Zhu Qiuman who was sitting in the audience, but also Ma Guan and Guo Qian, who couldn't help but sit up straight, looking serious.