"Now everyone's draw order has been announced. Comrades, please adjust yourselves. Our selection competition will begin in five minutes."

At Lu Juesheng's command, the four contestants returned to their dressing rooms one by one to adjust their costumes.

The rest of the people went to the art troupe's auditorium together.

The judges this time are the heads of various groups within the art troupe.

A drama troupe, a song and dance troupe, an opera troupe, a folk art and acrobatic troupe, and Lu Juesheng himself.

Members from the various sub-groups of the art troupe also came over and sat in their seats in an orderly manner.

After the hustle and bustle, Lu Fengfeng came up wearing a military green uniform.

After bowing to everyone, I took the microphone and started today's performance.

The song she brought was a children's song.

Catching Loaches

The pond is full of water

The rain has stopped

The mud beside the field is full of loaches

…

Lu Fengfeng's voice is calm and serene, his thin lips slightly parted, and his silver bell-like voice flies freely in the air like notes.

She made full use of her vocal advantage, and the songs she sang made the judges and the audience seem to be brought back to their childhood of catching loaches.

Big Brother

OK

Let's go catch loaches

…

After the song ended, almost everyone at the scene burst into warm applause.

"Thank you, everyone."

The other contestants waiting to go on stage stood together and watched Lu Fengfeng's performance.

Mu Yulian's eyes were deep: "It's true that you sang very well, very smart."

Yang Bolan snorted coldly: "You're quite capable!"

Lu Fengfeng also knew that he could not compare with Gu Qingcheng and Mu Yulian in terms of spectacular high notes.

So she deliberately chose another track and played to her greatest advantage.

Touch people's hearts with the sweetest voice.

The judges on site also quickly gave their scores.

The scorer tallied up the points and handed the final score to the host.

The host took a look and said, "Comrades, since we are selecting outstanding comrades to represent the art troupe in the provincial competition, the judges have unanimously decided to use the same scoring method as the provincial competition."

"So, contestant number one, Lu Fengfeng, according to the principle of removing the highest score and the lowest score, the final score is 93.4 points!"

Thunderous applause instantly broke out at the scene.

Lu Juesheng also gave Lu Fengfeng an appreciative look.

This score is already quite high.

Lu Fengfeng bowed to everyone.

“Thank you everyone!”

After saying that, she slowly walked off the stage.

Host: "Then let us invite contestant number two, Yang Bolan, and look forward to her wonderful performance."

When Yang Bolan heard his name being called, he raised his head proudly towards Gu Qingcheng and Mu Yulian.

"I will show you what real strength is right away!"

As she spoke, she grabbed a corner of her dacron skirt with both hands, lifted it up, and walked onto the stage like a proud hen.

During this period, he did not forget to speak harshly to Lu Fengfeng.

"Do you think you performed well just now? I'll show you the difference between us right away!"

Lu Fengfeng: ...

All Yang Bolan was left with was a big roll of the eyes.

Yang Bolan was so angry that these two people looked down on her!

She walked onto the stage and gave her customary bow.

The music starts.

The familiar rhythm made everyone present stunned.

This, this, this... This is an ode to Beijing!

There were already whispers of discussion at the scene.

"This is crazy. Yang Bolan actually chose this song? Everyone in the art troupe knows that no one can sing this song except Mu Yulian and Gu Qingcheng!"

"Yes! Is Yang Bolan seeking his own death by singing this? If he fails to sing, won't it be so embarrassing?"

“Who knows what she’s thinking?”

Of course, there were also Yang Bolan's followers, such as the short-haired girl mentioned before, who stood up to explain at this time.

"You guys, open your eyes and take a good look! The Sister Bolan today is no longer the same Sister Bolan as before!"

"Mu Yulian and Gu Qingcheng, all stand back. Sister Bolan is the best singer in the art troupe!"

Everyone looked at Yang Bolan with suspicion, and most of them just wanted to watch the show.

Basically no one believes it.

Yang Bolan looked at everyone's stunned expressions and slowly curled his lips.

This is exactly the effect she wants!

They're going to be slapped in the face soon!

At the beginning of the prelude, Yang Bolan held the microphone and began to hum along.

Brilliant sunrise

Rising in the golden Beijing

Solemn music

Reporting the dawn of the motherland

…

After singing a few words, everyone was stunned. It turned out that Yang Bolan was really good!

The pitch of this Beijing ode is very accurate!

Some people are discussing it.

"No way? Why does Yang Bolan feel like he's been reborn?"

"I really worked hard during the past period of time. It seems that I take this competition very seriously!"

"That's just the beginning. She's only sung a few lines, and the high notes haven't even started yet! Let's wait until she gets to the high notes!"

Yang Bolan has noticed that both the judges and the audience have surprise in their eyes, and they simply don't believe that she can sing so well!

But this is just the beginning!

The best is yet to come!

The smile on Yang Bolan's lips became even more intense, and his hands unconsciously made several more movements, waving them freely and singing to his heart's content!

ah

Beijing, ah, Beijing

The heart of the motherland

A symbol of unity

The pride of the people

Guarantee of victory

Yang Bolan's grasp of the high notes was very accurate, especially the pitch, with almost no mistakes!

Everyone was fascinated by the show, and one by one, they got goosebumps all over their bodies!

horrible!

It’s really scary!

The song is over.

The whole house was shocked!