This world does not belong to losers,
cause we are the champions,
Because we are the champions.
After the song ended, Chen Muyang let out a sigh and bowed to the audience.
"Thanks!"
The reason why he sang this song was to encourage his teammates and strengthen his own belief!
The finals will be here soon, and the championship is only one step away!
The scene erupted in loud applause, screams, and endless shouts:
"Champions! Champions! We are the champions!"
"Muyang, I believe you can definitely win the championship, come on!"
Teacher He came onto the stage from somewhere and shouted as he watched Chen Muyang walk off the stage.
Hearing this, Chen Muyang turned around and said, "Thank you."
He had no microphone at the moment, so he just lip-synced.
Teacher He understood it immediately and then began his hosting work.
"The nobleman in the water, Qiansui Mountain, blah blah..."
"Champion! Champion! Champion!"
When Chen Muyang returned to the singers' gathering hall, several singers immediately stood up and shouted in unison.
This is what they just discussed.
"Haha, thanks for your good wishes. I would be sorry to the people if I don't win the championship!" Chen Muyang laughed.
"Come on, champion, sign an autograph for me quickly. It will appreciate in value in a few days." Deng Shiqi found a T-shirt from somewhere and asked Chen Muyang to sign it.
"Yes, yes, we want it too. We can't favor one over the other." Seeing this, the others hurriedly looked for things for Chen Muyang to sign, even the older sister Tan Jing was no exception.
"Okay, I have them all." Chen Muyang smiled helplessly and signed a sloppy artistic signature on each of them.
"Mu Yang, have you practiced your handwriting? There are traces of calligraphy." Zhou Sen asked as he looked at the signature on the clothes.
"I've practiced for a few days, but I only know the basics."
After finishing, Chen Muyang sat on the sofa feeling a little bored.
"Waiting for the vote count to be announced is so boring. Next time, why don't we bring some food to the hot pot?"
"Yes, yes." Zhang Ying and Zhang Jie agreed with both hands. They are both hot pot lovers and are from Sichuan Province.
Just then, a voice sounded outside the door.
"No need for you to bring them. I'll prepare them for you."
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