Chapter Twenty-Eight: The End.
New York, Nov. 5, late.
This day is destined to be recorded in history.
The strongest melee ever in the music industry.
Xia Guo Traditional Music Troupe teamed up with the Russian Violin Centurion Ensemble vs Music Hall Jasmine.
The live broadcast of Meow Tooth has 3.15 million online people, breaking the record of the highest popularity of Meow Tooth at noon.
"Come on, Russia, come on, seniors!"
"Don't give up, Russia, there's still a chance, there's still a chance!"
"Really. The gods are fighting, and you can see this live broadcast in your life, and it doesn't matter who wins or loses. ”
"Fart, it doesn't matter what, I don't care, I want Jasmine to lose!"
"Uh... Jasmine was also forced to open, very innocent, okay. ”
"There are many innocent people in the world, since it is known as the palace of music, there must be the consciousness of being challenged at all times, I don't care, Xia Guo, I will win!"
"Haha, what I said upstairs is right, since ancient times, what is right and wrong, the king is defeated and the world is the way, and the Xia Kingdom will win!"
TH, 1.14 million spectators.
Russian netizens have already quarreled with netizens in country M.
"You Suga ignore Yaqi, why can't we do it all over again, and you Jasmine Academy are still playing with your ears covered?"
"Uh... I'm from the UK, sticker door, don't scold, I beg you to stop scolding, calm down, it's all strong, it's not okay to be strong? ”
"Okay, are you still an ally with us, when you are a peacemaker, why don't you scold the Russians with your father?"
"Uh... The Norwegian people passed by and said that we and Russia are both EU countries, and it is not good to scold together..."
"You fart, what kind of European country is Russia, who has admitted it?"
"You kin, you rub, what's the matter, the music can't be played, and you start personal attacks? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu will drop the atomic bomb tonight? ”
"Grass, I'm so scared, you hurry up, the planes I stepped on in the military bases in Hawaii and South Korea have already taken off, whoever doesn't fight today is the grandson."
"I*, I'm going to apply to the president for a rocket launch right now to blow you and South Korea flat"
"I'm lost, how can this matter involve us in South Korea again..."
At this time, Jasmine College.
New York TV reporter.
"Oh my God, this will be the biggest farce in the history of world music, Russia and Xia from Asia are besieging Julia, and it will be interesting to see if Jasmine can successfully complete the performance."
"This is Boston TV, the game has reached its climax, let's see who will win..."
On the float, the 36 musicians were highly concentrated, they did not dare to blink, their eyes were red, and they stared at the conductor of the master Li Wenjun.
And the conductor Li Wenjun is even more soaked by the collar, he is obviously a little unable to hold on, and the beat of his feet may be out of tune at any time.
So, he looked at the suona master, gritted his teeth, clicked the suona, and made an incredible gesture.
Increase, 5 degrees!
In an instant, suona master Liu Yijun was stunned.
This is already G high-profile, and it has increased by 5 degrees?
Whether I can blow it up or not is a problem, and if I blow it, it will inevitably be out of tune.
Which instrument in the room can keep up with my scales, and I'm not all messed up?
Lao Yang, are you going to give it for nothing?
But Yang Wenjun gestured, and he had to do it.
"Come on, fight to the death, fight!"
In an instant, the suona was a masterpiece.
Overwhelming all sounds, it was extremely harsh.
In an instant, conductor Yang Wenjun raised his hands and shouted:
"All the instruments are on horseback!"
After the piano, Zhang Zhilan's fingers slashed across the guzheng, and the finger sleeves on her hands were suddenly dyed red.
The erhu has broken its strings.
The pipa also blew out.
For a time, a hundred flowers were dazzling, and the demons were dancing.
And the cruel thing is.
Yang Wenjun's plan failed.
He didn't interfere with the Jasmine Orchestra.
Jasmine conductor Kenny was only stunned by the sudden melody, but he responded instantly, raising the choir with his right hand and pressing down on the disturbed orchestra with his left hand.
For a moment, the voice of the Jasmine Choir broke through the sky.
Howard, a professor in the piano department, never glanced at Kenny, and he improvised, pressing his fingers directly to the black octave to play with the choir.
The sonata instantly turns into a chorus.
And the Russian hundred-member regiment on the side could only put down the violin again.
On the field, only the stone of Xia Guo's musical instruments was left to break the earth.
and the last cry of the Jasmine Choir.
Xia Guo, Liu's Xingke Group.
Liu Yun was about to turn off the live broadcast, "Alas, it's a pity, it's just a little bit, I will recognize you, son." ”
Capital Conservatory of Music.
"Turn it off, Elder Yang, they did their best."
"But... Headmaster..."
"Turn it off."
Sichuan Conservatory of Music.
"Come on, don't give up!"
"Well, forget it, the strings are broken, and we're already pretty good."
"No, you have to win!"
Modu Conservatory of Music.
"Rely on you old M, the sonata is the sonata, what does it mean for you to step on the horse and sing the chorus?"
"Forget it, Jasmine Asia is stronger... Next time. ”
"And you next time, how old is Master Wang Zhizhi, when will it be next time? Lao Tzu doesn't care, since the teacher is gone, he must win for me! ”
"But... His strings have broken..."
"I don't care, I don't care!"
Meow Tooth Live.
"Alas, actually, this is not a competition, it is just an ordinary transnational performance in our Xia Kingdom."
"Playing NM, it's all up to this, you told me that it was an ordinary transnational performance? I don't care, I have to win! ”
"We didn't lose, we just cut corners on the instruments, right, stickers."
"Why bother? It's not meant to be a competition, it's just a cross-border show by the V-band..."
And at this moment, in thousands of computer screens, mobile phone screens, projection screens.
Peking Opera master Yang Lan.
Mr. Yang took a deep breath, staggered, and danced the summer word citigroup:
Guarding my borders for 5,000 years,
Millions of men died in battle.
Looking at 90,000 miles of China,
How dare you return from defeat today?
Generals, kill the word song, get up!
In an instant, the floats were on both sides.
Two rows of male gongs sounded.
"Whoever offends my border, kill!"
"Whoever insults the prestige of our country, kill!"
"Those who sell their country for glory, kill"
"Escape, kill"
"Kill the killer, kill the heart, kill the villain, kill the thief, kill! Kill! Kill! ”
At this time, Xia Guo's music had stopped.
There is only one killing word left.
At this point,
It is okay to say that Master Yang Lan is at the end of his rope.
It's okay to say that he is a strong bow and a crossbow.
It's okay to say it's embarrassing.
It's the same to say that there is nothing to be done.
But, we can't help it, can't we?
Over the school.
Peking Opera master Yang Lan led more than 20 boys' word-killing songs and the voices of the Jasmine Choir collided together.
It reverberates for a long time and cannot be stopped.
Here, the Russian Centurion.
"From "Moscow Square"!"
"Alas, Ajelina, forget it..."
"No"
"Forget it..."
"No, I don't! We haven't lost yet, have we? Ajelina asked, turning her head and choking up.
"Ajelina, no one lost this game, and Jasmine has also changed."
"yes, forget it."
on the float.
Liu Yi clenched his fists, extremely unwilling.
Finally.
Choir, the sound of the killing song slowly fell.
The whole school is surrounded by silence.
A moment later, scattered applause rang out.
TH live, meow tooth live.
At this time, the barrage became a little silent.
Suddenly.
A barrage from netizens in country M is particularly conspicuous.
"No one lost, you said yes..."
"It's not a competition, it's just a performance."