Holm clutched the three pieces of letter that Joshua had given him yesterday, and when he first met Josei, Holm thought the big man was teasing him.

Because he never believed that the nobles in the high echelons would like the 'bad talk' that was popular in the underground prisons, let alone that the nobles would take the time to write new 'bad stories', and even if they did, Holm didn't think they would be much better than him.

After all, he's the champion of the underground prison.

When Holm read all three pieces of paper, he found that the song was written... Horribly perfect!

The lyrics of the whole song were read thoroughly with the two words 'rhyme', and Holm just tried to read it at first, and after reading it thoroughly, he had a hearty feeling.

Holm has always believed that the form of music he sings comes from the underground prison, and he has won the underground prison championship several times in a row, and it can be said that he is the best in the whole of Nolan at the level of 'bad talk'.

Therefore, Holm also thinks that the songs he writes are the best, but those Nolan listeners don't know how to appreciate them, and only want to immerse themselves in the boring opera.

But when Holm saw the song, the last of his pitiful self-confidence was completely shattered.

If Holm can be called a king or a champion above the 'bad words', then the person who wrote the song... You can call it a god!

An aristocrat would have liked this form of music, and... Far better than him?

The facts were already in front of Holm, and he let go of what little pride he had left and began to practice the song.

But when Holm actually started practicing to the tune of the song, he realized that the difficulty of the song was also terrifyingly high.

He hadn't slept all night yesterday, and began to practice the song frantically in the dim light and the pain caused by the bruises all over his body.

Can... The speed of speech is too slow, and I can't find a sense of speech, and this sentence is not in line with the tune of the music......

Holm encountered countless problems in his practice, and even though he was behind the scenes of the world's chantors today, Holm still had many problems that remained unsolved.

"Damn...... Not that way. ”

Holm tried again, but got stuck in the last part, and he covered his forehead with his hands.

Tiredness and physical pain hit him, and in order to get closer to the 'god', Holm barely slept all night, and devoted all his energy to the song.

"There's still time."

Holm calmed himself down, took a deep breath, looked at the last part of the letter again, and simulated the accompaniment of music in his head, preparing for the hundredth attempt.

But before he could speak, he saw someone standing in front of him.

Holm raised his head, the bruise from the two orcs yesterday had not eased at all today, which made him unable to open his left eye at all, and he could only see the other party clearly with his right eye.

And the man standing in front of Holm is undoubtedly a 'big man.' Holm simply can't afford to mess with the big guys.

"Here you go."

Roya threw the money bag in his hand directly at the feet in front of Holm, this action made Holm stunned for a moment, he glanced at the money bag, and suddenly remembered that he had met this 'big man' yesterday.

"I promised you that you're here for this, isn't that? There's ten gold coins in it, take it and leave quickly, this is not the place you should be staying. ”

Roya looked Holm up and down, Holm looked even shabby and scruffier today than yesterday, and his bruised cheeks alone were scary enough to remove Holm's patched clothes.

If this kind of person is allowed to appear on the stage of Falossi, unless he is playing a specific harlequin, it is completely a slander to the audience.

The rules of this semi-final are that both contestants must be on the same stage, and even if one of them sings, the other contestant must stand on the stage and listen.

Roya does not allow himself to have an obstructive harlequin standing on stage while singing the opera, which will lower the character of his singing.

No well-dressed person wants to stand with a beggar.

Holm didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer, he lowered his head and continued to look at the three pieces of letter paper in his hand.

The rule of survival at the bottom of Squirrel Street is rooted in his heart, and that is not to rebel against those 'big guys'.

But Holm didn't want to leave, he repented... So I can only bow my head and ignore it, hoping that the big man will take his silence as a 'tacit acquiescence'.

And there was not much time left for her, and he had to step up his time to practice.

"Give me an answer." But Roya was not deceived by Holm's tricks, he had just been tricked by Hloria, and he was not in a good mood.

And a poor man at the bottom actually ignored him, which ignited Roya's anger even more.

He looked at Holm without even looking at him, just staring at the letter in his hand.

This completely angered Roya, who snatched the letter from Holm's hand and threw it directly on the ground.

Due to the excessive force of Holm's grip on the letter and Roya's rude movements, the letter was torn in half, half of which fell to the ground and the other half was held in Holm's hand.

At this moment, Holm finally looked up.

"Have you thought about it?" Roya continued to ask.

In an instant, the little mouse finally couldn't control his temper and wanted to stand up and rush towards Roya, but was instantly stopped by the theater attendant who didn't know where he rushed out.

"Mr. Josiu tells you that now is not the time for revenge." The chamberlain whispered in Holm's ear.

This sentence completely calmed Holm, and several other attendants also walked up to Roya's side to inform him that the time had come for Roya to take the stage.

"If you show up on stage, you'll regret it."

After leaving the last word of warning, Roya walked directly onto the stage, stepping on the stationery on the ground as he walked across the stage.

As soon as the theater attendant let go of Holm, Holm immediately ran to the fallen letter to tidy it up and try to put it back together.

But the handwriting on the letter paper was already a little blurry, and with a gray-yellow shoe print, the lyrics in the last part were even more illegible.

What makes Holm nervous is... He's the last part that hasn't been fully mastered yet.

"It's time to take the stage."

The chamberlain walked over to Holm, who was on his knees, and whispered......

Holm looked at the three pieces of letter paper that were about to turn into waste paper with both hands, his hands and feet as heavy and cold as if they had been filled with lead, and his lips trembled a little.

But at the urging of the theater attendants, Holm packed up the stationery on the ground, put it in his pocket, and walked onto the stage with difficulty.

When he came to the stage, the entire audience was already bursting with enthusiastic cheers, but this cheer was not for him, but for his opponents.

The aristocratic opera artist from Fallosi was a personable aristocratic operalogist, and many aristocratic maidens present seemed to be his loyal listeners.

He faced the audience with a gentle smile on his face, and the screams of several young girls rang out from the audience.

His smile stiffened slightly for a moment when he saw Holm staggering onto the stage, standing with him in the same light projected by the protozoar, but it didn't last long.

There was a huge contrast between the two contestants on the stage, one was a well-known aristocratic opera artist in Falosi... The other didn't look like a civilian.

"Roya, it's not the first time we've met."

As a judge, Sir White Vitex began to sing to the young operater. Greeting.

"Yes, the last time I saw you was at a banquet hosted by the Fallosi playwrights, Sir Thornflower." Roya's answers were very decent.

"So as one of the youngest opera artists in Falosi, what are you going to sing this time?" Sir Bramble Whitethorn went straight to the point and asked about him.

After Roa replied to a tune that Holm had never heard of before, Sir Whitevitex turned around and began to inquire about Holm.

Holm was in a state of extreme nervousness, and when he answered, of course, he was not as personable as Roya, and when Sir Bramble asked Holm what he was going to sing.

Holm held the primordial hedron with the inscription on it, hesitated for a moment, and then uttered only two very short words.

"Rap."

"Rap? A form of music that I've never heard before, then I'm looking forward to your next performance. ”

As Sir Bravit finished saying this, Holm suddenly heard the sound of the audience... Laughter.

This is ridicule, this is rightfully ... Although Sir White Vitex's last sentence was well-intentioned, it was completely self-inflicted in the eyes of the audience.

The show soon began, and Lady Luck seemed to favor Homme today, winning the chance to play back in the process of flipping a coin to decide who would perform first.

It also meant that Holm had a song to tune in to his heartbeat.

And Roya's singing soon began with a soothing accompaniment.

This big man from the aristocracy is not the kind of pampered waste, he is really powerful... The songs he chose sounded very difficult even to a layman, Holm.

There's just so much treble in it!

In order to match his singing, the lighting of the whole stage is constantly changing, and under the soft and silent lighting, the whole singing looks beautiful.

But in this beautiful performance, the only person who seems a little abrupt and even an eyesore is Holm, who stands not far from the singer.

Home's shabby outfit and the bruises on his face didn't match the scene on the stage at this time.

But he can only stand here, and he can't go there when he stands on this stage.

That's it... Roya's performance was over, the screams of the maiden and the applause of the audience rang out, and the young operalist received the praise he deserved for his excellent singing.

And on the screen behind Luo Ya, the number of votes he received continued to rise, until it reached more than 23,000 votes.

In the semi-finals voting, the audience can choose a contestant in each round, and while Luo Ya's singing has been appreciated by the audience, many viewers think that the shabby boy's singing cannot win such an excellent operator.

The scales of victory seem to have begun to tilt.

"Thank you." Roya bowed to the audience, then looked at Holm on the other side with a slightly playful gaze.

At this moment... Holm knew it was finally his turn, and the host came over and handed him the protozol with the strong tone inscription.

Holm's legs trembled as he walked to the front of the stage, his eyes on the audience seated on the stage.

The cheers and applause ceased, and Holm felt the questioning eyes from all sides, and the boos of the crowd at the previous game seemed to be echoing in Holm's ears.

His hand holding the original hedron couldn't help but tremble, and the accompaniment rang out at this time.

It must be sung! Holm put his mouth against the front of the 'microphone', but... His brain was blank!

He... Forgot the lyrics! All the lyrics!

The accompaniment was already going on, to the point where he should have started singing the first verses, but he found that he couldn't sing at all.

The audience's questioning eyes turned to disdain, and a huge pressure surrounded him, and Holm felt a little faint and sick to his stomach in his head.

Eventually, he covered his mouth uncontrollably, and the first line of the lyrics turned into a vomiting sound.

On this stage, he vomited out what he had eaten in the morning, and the whole person fell to his knees weakly.

This time, the audience did not boo him, but laughed one after another.

"Is this the clown the organizers have found?"

"This kind of performance shouldn't be on stage."

"I heard him sing yesterday, and I really shouldn't be on this stage."

All kinds of chattering poured into Holm's ears, and Holm vomited all the stomach acid out of his stomach, but his mind became clear.

He listened to the sarcastic voices from the audience, and the emotions that appeared in his heart were not fear and cowardice, but... Angry, no... Something far above anger is hatred.

What the... It's called not being able to appear on this stage?

Holm clenched his fists... The scene of practicing that song yesterday flooded into my mind.

The song I practiced yesterday is a thousand and a hundred times better than that guy's song!

You bastards who don't know how to appreciate!

Hatred filled Holm's heart, and it became his motivation.

He had to sing that song! Sing it to these stupid guys and show them that there's more to this world than just opera!

And the rap he likes is a hundred times better than opera!

He had to tell these ignorant guys.

Driven by hatred, Holm raised his left index finger and pointed high above the Nolan National Theater, in the direction of the sky.

The sound of ridicule stopped, and the figure who was still vomiting just now staggered to his feet, his eyes no longer panicked, but full of a kind of anger.

"One more time."

There was only one person in the entire theater who understood the meaning of Holm's action just now, and that was Joshy.

At Qiao Xiu's signal, the music sounded again.

Holm raised the 'microphone' in his hand, and at this moment Holm swept all the spectators in the audience in turn with a fierce look, everyone who had just laughed at him.

"Listen!"

Home's powerful voice echoed throughout the Nolan National Theatre, and everyone seated in front of the 'TV' audience.

His voice didn't sound like the gentleness he had just sung at all, but contained boundless anger, as if he wanted to choke someone and force him to listen to what he said!

Holm once again raised his index finger at his audience.

"If you have a chance to accomplish everything you once dreamed of having, in this moment, do you grab it or let it slip away!"

When he finished his opening remarks, the singing officially began, and the powerful drum beat resounded throughout the theater.

"His palms were sweating, his knees were limp, and his arms were heavy ......"

Holm began his singing with a shout of hatred and rage, ashamed of his previous cowardice on stage.

If the song's 'author' was here, he would have been disappointed to see Holm here.

"He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, he choked, and everyone was laughing at him at this time!"

Holm himself can be looked down upon by anyone, but he doesn't allow the song to be looked down upon by others!

So he had to interpret the song perfectly on this stage, not only to make the audience realize that rap is not something 'unseemly', but also because he didn't want to disappoint the author of this song!

"You'd better let go of the music, in this moment, you win it, you'd better never let it go! You only have this one chance, don't miss the chance to blow everyone up! ”

This is Holm's last and only chance to prove to all the people in this world that the music he loves is the best.

The tight drums on the stage and Holm's angry voice completely shocked everyone.

Sir Bravit was completely stunned.

Murderous, he felt boundless murderous in this shabby boy's singing.

Holm's forehead was bruised, and the expression on his face was filled with anger.

He is not only singing on stage, but also a kind of venting, venting his long-stored emotions in his heart, as if he is roaring to tell all the audience, 'The music he loves will not be lost to anyone!' ’

This kind of almost venting shouting and roaring should sound angry too.

But the lyrics he sings... There is an inexplicable rhythm, and in conjunction with the drum beat of the music, Sir White Vitex sounds very comfortable, and there is also a sense of venting.

"This kind of opportunity is only once in life......" Caroli quietly listened to Home's murderous singing, but looked at Qiao Xiu on the side. I heard many lyrics in his lyrics that I couldn't understand, such as a candy-like name, Mr. Joshew... Did you write this song? ”

"No, I didn't write it." Josiu shook his head and denied Carolly's problem, the author of the song was indeed not Johew, but Josiu also denied the fact that he had helped Home.

"It's a great song, it sounds... It is indeed more comfortable and ... It's much more refreshing. ”

Caroli looked at Holm on the stage again, struggling to shout the lyrics to the rhythm, and finally gave a relatively superficial evaluation.

"Yes... Great for people to vent. Qiao Xiu said.

"Vent... But the lyrics are actually written about a person who is in a very difficult situation, right? Did he write about it...... I don't know how many people in Falosi pour everything into music and not get something in return in the end. ”

Caroli seemed to remember something and muttered to herself.

"It may be him, but the lyrics of this song also represent each and every one of us, and I'm sure he'll be rewarded, and his singing is far better than I thought."

Joshua had already heard the original singing in Home's singing, and he had mastered the song thoroughly.