Jiang Wuyang just smiled with his eyes curved, without saying anything.
Soon, the chorus came, the lights on the stage gradually dimmed, and the audience quieted down.
"Everyone only has two hands, and it's hard for you to hug~"
Jiang Wuyang's slightly hoarse and cold voice spread across the empty space, with a little echo.
The atmosphere was perfect, and everyone in the audience, whether they understood Cantonese or not, started humming along.
“To possess something, you must first understand how to accept losing it.”
Just as I was about to sing the next line, the accompaniment stopped abruptly.
Huh? Huh?! Huh?!!
The people who were singing in the audience suddenly woke up as if from a dream, stopped singing and stopped humming along.
"Wait, what's going on?!"
"Where's the accompaniment?"
"Ahhh, hurry up and play the accompaniment for me! Otherwise it will be too dry!"
The audience suddenly became restless.
The staff who had been watching the scene were even more frightened and immediately went to find the sound engineer. Oh my god, there was an accident.
At this moment, in a corner where no one cared, Ruan Anan stood in the audience, looking at the chaotic scene. He stared at Jiang Wuyang for a while, and finally slowly smiled.
There was no accompaniment and the audience was still noisy. She just didn't believe that Jiang Wuyang wouldn't fail.
Humming happily, she turned back to the makeup artist and continued putting on her makeup.
Jiang Wuyang's clear voice came one sentence after another.
Meng Yanche glanced at Jiang Wuyang, who was singing a cappella on the stage, gritted his teeth, and stuffed the board in his hand into Sang Wan's.
"You play for a while first."
Sang Wan was still looking at Jiang Wuyang on the stage worriedly. She didn't know this song, otherwise she would go up and help her.
Forced to take over this ugly broken board, he stared at Meng Yanche's back in confusion: "Hey, what are you doing?!"
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