Bing Lanxin held the microphone, enjoying the envious and jealous eyes of the audience, driven by vanity, her face was satisfied. As if she was the most popular singer in the world, she opened her arms as if she was welcoming something beautiful.

The singing continued, and the audience was immersed in it.

Bai Xinghuo on the side waved his hand to the backstage with a conspiracy face, and at this moment, the music stopped abruptly. The whole party was empty, except for the audience in a few words, there was no sound in the whole hall.

What about singing?

This is certainly a curiosity in everyone's heart.

Generally speaking, even if the accompaniment stops, most singers will continue singing because they can't react.

Just when everyone thought that Bing Lanxin stopped singing because of a quick reaction, a close-up of Bing Lanxin was given on the big screen.

At this time, she was still immersed in her mouth, but she didn't make a sound.

Now everyone understands what is going on.

"It turned out to be lip-synching! No wonder it's the same as the original song. ”

"It's shameless, I actually sang falsetto for the sake of the performance."

Bing Lanxin's face on the stage turned red, and the five finger prints on her face became more obvious.

"No...... No...... You're mistaken. Bing Lanxin stammered and tried to explain. The confidence and complacency on his face were gone at this moment.

This scene made Zhao Xiaowen's eyes widen.

The audience just scolded a few words, and it didn't seem to have resolved their hatred. An angry student also threw a banana peel at the stage, which happened to hit Bing Lanxin's face, and the ensuing scolding was like thunder, "Get down!" ”。

Under the leadership of this student, some people who were disgusted with lip-syncing also threw out melon peels, the strangest thing is that I don't know which student actually found a hen egg, the eggshell was broken, Bing Lanxin was smashed on the bloody head, the scene was very chaotic, and the whole stage was like a vegetable market.

I don't know if it was because of shame or because she was too embarrassed, Bing Lanxin ran out of the party hall with her face covered like a deserter.

And Bing Manxue just smiled and watched it all happen.

Just as Bing Lanxin was about to run out of the hall, she bumped into a sturdy figure wearing a sweatshirt and a dark gray sports cap on his head.

Driven by gravity, Bing Lanxin was bounced straight back. And the man didn't move.

"Bing Lanxin, do you still want to run away after all the bad things?"

It was Mo Chenyao who just dared to come.

And the moment he appeared, Bing Manxue's brows furrowed.

Why is he wearing men's clothes today?

Everything that happened today was unexpected.

From being forced to wear a performance costume to seeing Yan Shuyan present. Bing Manxue felt that all this seemed to be done by someone. And when Mo Chenyao appeared in men's clothes, Bing Manxue confirmed this idea.

But who will it be?

What could be the reason?

It can't be Yan Shuyan, right?

"Take out the evidence, Bing Manxue, how long do you have to carry the black pot for Bing Lanxin?"

Mo Chenyao put his hands in his pockets, prompting Bing Manxue to hurry up and enter the happy face-slapping session.

At this juncture, it is not allowed to have too many thoughts and judgments about the ice and snow.

She took out her phone, and after only a few clicks, the screen played out.

At the moment when the picture appeared, Bing Lanxin showed a very panic, and this panic extended all the way to Bing Lanxin's feet. Her legs trembled, and her face instinctively showed a look of a car accident scene.