But she was still shocked when she heard the other person's singing.

"Get down, get down! What are you singing? Have you ever studied singing?"

Shen Wenran was still immersed in the singing when a male judge next to her pressed the red light, interrupting He An's singing.

Standing on the stage, He An felt a little embarrassed and said into the microphone, "I've studied it."

The male judge laughed in exasperation: "You've studied it? You've studied it and you sing like this? Let me tell you, your voice is the worst I've ever heard."

He An was even more embarrassed. He tried to defend himself: "I think I sang well. At least my classmates think I sang well."

The judge continued, "Is your classmate's major or mine? If it's his, then come on, let him take my place as a judge."

Shen Wenran laughed when he heard this.

Upon seeing that it was Shen Wenran, the judge immediately became displeased and said, "Wenran, what are you laughing at?"

Shen Wenran said, "I think this singer sang very well."

Shen Wenran said that she was speaking from the heart.

The male judge swallowed hard. He looked at the director as if to ask, "Isn't this incompetent guy just here to fill a spot? Why does he look like he's here to cause trouble?"

He said, "You're not even formally trained, are you? Do you even know anything about music?"

"I'm not sure if you understand, but the problem is I'm also one of the judges. Can't I express my own opinion?"

The male judge was stumped by her question once again.

Yes, even if they're not very good, they're still judges and have the right to express their opinions.

The male judge forced himself to say, "First, his lyrics are a mess. Second, his breathing is wrong when he sings. Also, his voice is just not good. It's uncomfortable for me to listen to him."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wenran laughed even harder.

She said, "I didn't realize you could talk so much, like you've applied some kind of enema, you're quite good at spouting it out."