Tang Xiaobao: "Hey, you think so highly of me again?"

Zhao Haiyang: "Don't worry, even if the world doesn't support you, I will support you. Fuck her, fuck her hard."

Tang Xiaobao: "Get lost!"

…

Tang Xiaobao's family also called.

"Son, do you really want to compete with me in singing English songs?"

"Dad, I've signed it up."

"But no one on the Internet is optimistic about you. People in our village are very worried about you."

"It's okay, don't you still trust your son?"

"They told me to tell you that you have to change the song. They all want you to win."

"Dad, don't worry, I will win. Let them stop worrying."

…

Yan Fenglan said sternly, "Xiaobao, how can you compete with her in singing an English song?"

Tang Xiaobao smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, I like this song."

"Go away, I don't know your character yet. You're just bullying others on purpose, but do you know that this is very dangerous? I'm counting on you to win the championship. If you can't make it to the finals, it will be so embarrassing."

"Mr. Yan, please rest assured. How can I do something I'm not sure of? I've been learning this song these past few days."

"Ah, after all this time, you really can't sing?"

"I'm learning."

…

Betty called.

Yan Jian, Jiang Song called.

Qi Xiaoyu called.

Hu Feifei called.

Xiaoxue called.

Almost all of Tang Xiaobao's friends called.

Everyone advised him to change the song.

In the end, Tang Xiaobao was extremely depressed.

What is this for?

This is my competition, why are you in such a hurry?

Of course, he still felt warm in his heart, but in the end he decided to turn off the phone.

I can't stand it.