She was making a crackling blushing face when she suddenly heard her name.

"Wind, elegance, and ode to ......" charm word by word, as if savoring.

Feng Yasong looked up following the voice, and saw her smiling with a 'nuclear' face: "I feel that the name is quite related to me, then I will choose you~"

"Huh?" Feng Yasong was still immersed in the joy of 'the male god who has been a fan for many years may be a double arrow with himself', and he didn't know why Feng Yun suddenly cued her.

Lu Ruimo, who was far away at the top of the pyramid with a confused face, was extremely anxious, and couldn't help but remind in the air: "Don't ha, she called you to fight on stage!" ”

Feng Yasong said 'oh', and was still a little confused about the rules of the talent show: "Then why did she call me to fight on stage?" ”

Lu Rui said in his heart, why else? Of course, it's because of your food!

Some people's singing and dancing skills are not good, but the soft persimmon is a pinch.

Considering that it was too offensive to say this, Lu Ruimo finally gave up the ridicule.

only explained: "Because if you are pk, she can take your place and be promoted to Class D, while you can only be demoted to Class F." ”

As soon as he heard the word 'downgrade', Feng Yasong's eyes lit up!

There was a lot of disbelief in his voice: "Really? Didn't lie to me? How can there be such a good thing? ”

Lu Ruimo, who was thinking about how to help her defeat Fengyun: "??? ”

Just when she was stunned, Feng Yasong was already looking at Xu Yanzhi with anticipation: "Can I choose to give up the battle and give her the place in Class D directly?" ”

After all, Fengyun is too crotch-pulling, and she is afraid that she will really fight, and she will win if she is not careful.

After all, it's hard to hide your strength all the time!

And Xu Yanzhi didn't expect that she could talk so well.

After all, nine out of ten people who come to participate in the draft are trying to get ahead and become popular!

Like Fengyun, it is the norm to fight with others for a higher rating.

How can anyone who has already received a high rating, but is about to give it to someone else?

The live broadcast room is also full of question marks.

【？？？ What kind of operation is this? 】

[God still has such a good thing!] Hahahahaha 】

[The more open-minded she behaves, the more she looks like a clown with a small belly, even if she gets D, someone else gives her a handout! ] 】

[If you don't understand, ask, is it wrong to be brave enough to pursue what you want?] 】

[That's it!] I think my sister is very brave! Doing a lot of things that most of us don't dare to do! 】

[Hahahaha, is it only me who has been watching Lu Ruimo? She was so anxious that she couldn't go down in person to fight for Feng Yasong! 】

[It's here, it's here! 】

……

Although Xu Yanzhi muttered in his heart, he still nodded to Feng Yasong: "In theory, it's okay, but in reality, it's very unfair to you." ”

"It's not just a question of the fairness of the game." Chong Jingchen leaned on the mentor's chair and said lazily: "If this precedent is set today, then in the future, as long as both sides of the competition agree, can the rankings of the two sides be directly swapped?" ”

"How do you tell if both parties are consensual and not involved in some behind-the-scenes deal?"

Three sentences made Xu Yanzhi speechless.

can only silently deduct 6 in my heart.

is worthy of being the prince of Chonghua Entertainment, you understand the unspoken rules!

With the intimate assistance of his own male god, Feng Yasong collapsed a kitten and reluctantly stepped onto the stage.

Accept the invitation to the battle initiated by the charm.

Because she was too afraid of winning, she didn't even bother to choose the battle project, and left it all to Fengyun to decide.

Feng Yun was not polite to her at all, and chose to perform on musical instruments.

And the instrument she is going to play is: the cello.

The program team was fully equipped, and within a minute, the staff sent the cello to the stage.

A small stool is also included.

Arrange the skirt and sit elegantly.

Relax your shoulders, straighten your back, gently clamp the body of the instrument with your legs, and hold the bow in your right hand.

She played a classic solo cello piece, with a sentimental tone and a moving melody.

Although it is only the simplest introductory song, there are still a series of problems in the details such as intonation, the coordination of the left and right hands, and the distribution of the bow, but in terms of overall appearance, it can fool the layman.

After playing a tune, Feng Yun got up elegantly, held the skirt in his hand, bent his knees slightly, and made a curtain call.

I didn't know that I thought she was performing in a world-class concert hall!

The trainees who watched the battle in the audience also applauded facelessly.

Feng Yasong was struggling with whether to slap a few times, when he heard Xu Yanzhi ask: "Feng Yasong, what instrument are you going to perform next?" ”

Feng Yasong lowered his claws and claws that wanted to applaud, and his big eyes glowing with water flickered, and he instantly had a bad idea: "You don't need a musical instrument, is it okay?" ”

"Don't use musical instruments?" Xu Yanzhi's face was full of words: I don't understand, but I was shocked.

"It is to use common objects in life to simulate the sound of musical instruments and the meaning of playing tunes." Feng Yasong explained: "For example, pulling the erhu with the mouth, playing the guzheng with wool, and playing the "Little Star" with a mobile phone dial sound, ......"

Maybe her bad mind was too obvious, and before Feng Yasong could introduce her unique skills at the bottom of the box, she was ruthlessly interrupted:

"You can have an erhu, but you don't have to pull the erhu with your mouth."

The man's voice was clear and low, refreshing, and it seemed to be reverberating to people's ears, and the roots of people's ears were itchy and their scalps were numb.

And who else can have this sound quality on the scene, except for Chong Jingchen?

Feng Yasong resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the male god, and nodded helplessly: "Okay." ”

"Then I'll give you a song called "Erquan Reflecting the Moon".

There's no way, who made her soft ears and couldn't listen to the subwoofer bombardment from her own male god!

In less than a minute, the staff sent the erhu to the stage again.

In order to create a bleak atmosphere, Feng Yasong politely refused the small bench offered by the staff and chose to sit on the ground.

She put her legs together, put the piano at the base of her thighs, and shouted to the audience: "It's ugly." ”

Then she closed her eyes, held a bow in one hand, pressed the strings in the other, and began her erhu performance with an intoxicated face.

A second later, there was an intermittent, saw-like noise on the stage.

It's a bit like a donkey barking when you listen closely.

And it's a donkey with a dying head and a dead head, out of breath.

Hearing this, everyone in the audience looked confused.

"Is the wheat bad?" Xu Yanzhi asked weakly: "How can I hear all the sound of fried wheat?" ”

Yun Dongwan: "I'm here too." ”

"The sound of fried wheat shouldn't be so harsh, right?" After Luo Yuxuan finished speaking, he blocked his ears with a look of disgust.