Chapter 317: Reverse Slap in the Face
After this game, Wang Xuefei finally got a high score of 9.5.
After Wang Xuefei got off the stage, ten contestants went up one after another.
The full score is only 10 points, and most of the contestants' scores are in the range of 8.5-9 points, and a small number of them are directly 7.00 points.
Wang Xuefei is the highest score in each game of all the contestants so far.
Because Mo Wushuang came the latest, he became the last singer to perform under the deliberate targeting of the staff.
The good-looking masks and clothes in the dressing room have been chosen by others, and the rest are weird, dark, and ugly masks and clothes.
Mo Wushuang didn't care about it, took a Rakshasa mask casually, and walked directly onto the stage wearing his own clothes.
She came today wearing a black tracksuit that was easy to move around.
When she stood on the stage, she was immediately disgusted by the judges and the audience who were tired of listening to the song.
[Is this contestant sick?] Wearing such a mask in the middle of the night to scare us to death? 】
[There must be a serious illness, the previous contestant was dressed pleasing to the eye, what about her? ] Wearing an ugly Rakshasa mask and a regular dress, he dared to come to the competition. 】
[Mixing in the entertainment industry, she is here to entertain our public, she doesn't dress up well, which is obviously not giving us face and disrespecting us and this game. 】
[Just look at the contestants and dancers, singing and dancing, she is standing on the stage with a mask and a microphone, who do you want to fool? 】
[From this point, it can be seen that she didn't take the competition seriously, and her singing is definitely not good. 】
[That's right, there's no need to waste time for this woman, let's hurry up and go home to wash and sleep......]
Mo Wushuang ignored the dissatisfaction of the audience, picked up the microphone, and lightly opened his red lips:
"The wind blows the sand, the butterflies love the flowers, the story of the ages ......"
The moment she spoke, the audience fell silent, and the people who were clamoring to leave seemed to have been immobilized, nailed to the spot, motionless.
The live broadcast room also seemed to be instantly stuck, and there was no movement.
When Mo Wushuang finished singing, the audience suddenly burst into thunderous applause.
The live broadcast room was frantically swiped with gifts and comments.
Oh my God! I didn't expect that ancient songs can be so good......]
[That's right, it's the best old song I've ever heard.] 】
[It turns out that there are really people who can do it, and one person can be worth thousands of troops. 】
[I thought it was a bronze, but I didn't expect it to be a king, I apologized to the young lady for the behavior of not knowing Taishan just now. 】
[I also want to apologize, this young lady must be the best MVP of the whole game tonight......]
The judges heard the exclamations and discussions of the audience, and also saw the comments of the audience in the live broadcast room on the big screen.
However, after discussing it with each other, they finally gave Mo Wushuang a score of 9.1.
The audience immediately protested with dissatisfaction:
[The young lady sings so well, why do you give 9.1 points? ] 】
[Do these judges have ear problems?] 】
[This judge shouldn't be deliberately suppressing the young lady, right? ] 】
[This score is clearly shady. 】
The judges looked at the audience's righteous indignation, but explained to everyone lightly:
"Mo Wushuang, the reason for giving you this score is that you don't have a good image and don't respect the game and the audience."
"I hope that next time, you can pay attention to the effect of the program and bring you a good look and feel of the program."
The corners of Mo Wushuang's mouth hooked, he took the microphone directly from the host's hand, and said lightly mocking:
"Isn't this a show for a singing competition?"
"I'm here to sing, I'm not here to play monkey."
Dropping the sentence, she threw the microphone to the host and turned to leave the stage.
[Wow! My sister is so sassy! I like it so much......]
[My sister is right, our show is a singing competition, why do you deduct my sister's image points? ] 】
【Cut!】 Upstairs is sick! The singing competition is also a singing program, and the competition must pay attention to the personal image and the effect of the program. 】
[This No. 015 contestant is still not good, look at the No. 001 contestant, singing, dancing, and makeup are all eye-catching, she is the all-round idol we should chase, the future god of songs. 】
Wang Xuefei's water army quickly controlled the comments on the Internet, trying to discredit Mo Wushuang and elevate Wang Xuefei.
Who knows, many viewers were captured by Mo Wushuang's song just now, and they spoke for Mo Wushuang one after another, and they were not brought into the pit by the black army for the sake of black.
On the Internet, there are more and more discussion posts about No. 015 and No. 001, and both of them are popular candidates for future champions in the hearts of the audience.
Mo Wushuang didn't know what was going on the Internet, and she walked out of the door of the program group with a cold heart.
She didn't expect that the seemingly transparent and fair game was not as fair as she imagined.
Director Xie, the reminder given to her is really for the program team.
She wants to see what the program team wants to do to her?
"Wife, I bought you bubble tea, it's still hot, you drink it while it's hot."
Mo Wushuang suddenly heard a familiar voice, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Qin Muhan, who was wearing a black windbreaker, handsome and handsome with milk tea, waved at her, and then ran towards her from the Maybach car with long legs.
Before she could react, Qin Muhan reached out and hugged her into his arms.
Mo Wushuang's little face, which was cooled by the cold wind, was pressed against Qin Muhan's chest, feeling Qin Muhan's body temperature, and listening to Qin Muhan's steady heartbeat.
That kind of powerlessness and anger disappeared in an instant, but there was an indescribable sense of security and satisfaction.
Qin Muhan let go of Mo Wushuang, inserted the hot milk tea into a straw, and sent it to Mo Wushuang's mouth:
"Wife, I don't want you to sing to others."
"Why?" Mo Wushuang took a sip of milk tea and looked at Qin Muhan suspiciously, biting the pearl.
Qin Muhan took Mo Wushuang's little hand as white as jade, inserted it into the pocket of his windbreaker, and immediately walked towards Maybach:
"Because I don't want these ordinary people to listen to my wife sing."
He gently opened the rear door for Mo Wushuang:
"My wife's singing voice is simply a natural sound."
"It's their honor to hear you sing, but they don't cherish you so much."
He sat in the back seat of the car and hugged Mo Wushuang into his arms with a protective desire:
"They don't deserve to hear you sing."
Mo Wushuang chuckled and pecked at Qin Muhan's handsome face:
"Is my singing really as good as you say?"
"It's not." Qin Muhan shook his head solemnly.
The smile on Mo Wushuang's face froze: "You also think that my singing is not as good as No. 001?" ”
Qin Muhan pinched Mo Wushuang's delicate nose:
"Wife, what are you thinking about? I think your singing is so good. ”
"It's nice to sound two words, it's not worthy of you."
Mo Wushuang raised Shui Lingling's eyes in surprise and stared at Qin Muhan:
"When did you become so talkative?"
"It's all good for my wife." Qin Muhan hugged Mo Wushuang and sat on his long legs, and gently pecked Mo Wushuang's red lips.
Mo Wushuang blushed shyly: "When have I trained you?" ”
Qin Muhan changed the topic and said, "Wife, is milk tea delicious?" ”
"Well, it's delicious." Mo Wushuang nodded and took a sip of milk tea.
Qin Muhan suddenly pinched Mo Wushuang's chin: "Then I'll taste it." ”
As soon as the words fell, he suddenly kissed Mo Wushuang gently.
Mo Wushuang leaned softly into Qin Muhan's arms, responding to Qin Muhan's kiss.
Qin Muhan suddenly felt Mo Wushuang's response, his dark eyes lit up in surprise, and he deepened the kiss strongly and domineeringly.