Li Yueqi stared at Wang Yueheng, who had just finished singing on stage, her mind racing.
Then her gaze suddenly fell on Mo Zixue, who was standing next to the stage.
She had seen this outstanding woman on a live stream before; she was Wang Yueheng's assistant.
After a brief hesitation, Li Yueqi made up her mind and quickly walked towards Mo Zixue's direction.
...
Time flows by in this small town~
"Clear courage~"
"Memories washed clean"
I remember you.
"Live with pride"
"Get down~"
On stage, another melodious Peking Opera tune followed.
As the accompaniment music gradually faded away, the song came to an end.
Holding a microphone, Wang Yueheng bowed to the audience to take his bow.
Ah~~~
"Wang Yueheng!!!"
"You sang wonderfully!"
"Wang Yueheng is a god forever!"...
Another burst of enthusiastic shouts and screams erupted in the tavern.
Everyone present was amazed by the incredible talent that the young singer had once again displayed.
After finishing his new song, Wang Yueheng looked at Kitahara Sōsuke, whose face was gloomy and unpleasant.
Then he picked up the microphone and said, "It's your turn."
All eyes on Kitahara Sousuke were once again focused on him.
The song that Wang Yueheng just sang was specifically aimed at this Japanese singer.
Everyone is curious about what kind of song Kitahara Sosuke, hailed as a hip-hop genius from Japan, will use to retaliate against Wang Yueheng.
"Hey, it's your turn! What are you spacing out for!"
"I've had a few more minutes to write, but I haven't written a new song yet?"
"If you're not going to sing, you might as well just admit defeat."
"Hurry up, we're waiting to give you both scores~"...
The audience stared at the Japanese singer, who was still in a daze, and began to jeer.
At this moment, Kitahara Sousuke tightly gripped the messy scribblings on the musical staff in his right hand.
His clenched fingers pierced the paper as he made a fist.
Hearing the laughter and jeers of those around him, Kitahara Sousuke, pale-faced and feeling guilty, felt a wave of dizziness.
Especially after seeing Shao Wenzhao simply abandon her and get up to leave.
Kitahara Sosuke felt a tremendous sense of loss, as if he had been abandoned.
At the same time, he was filled with anger at being betrayed and abandoned.
"What, you're afraid to spar?"
Wang Yueheng asked, staring at Kitahara Sōsuke, who was standing awkwardly in place.
Upon hearing Wang Yueheng's questioning, Kitahara Sōsuke had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up the microphone to go on stage.
"%……&￥~"
However, after singing two lines in slurred English on stage, Kitahara Sosuke couldn't continue.
My head felt like it was filled with mud, completely imprisoning my thoughts.
"What the hell is that singing?!"
"Where's the hip-hop guru you were promised? Is this all?"
"You Japanese call this a song? It's an insult to my ears!"
"Sing if you can, otherwise admit defeat and get out of here!"
After hearing Kitahara Sosuke's singing style, which was completely different from Wang Yueheng's,
The crowd at the pub immediately booed.
In the live stream, rows of upside-down thumbs and poop images flew by instantly.
"Get off! Get off! Get off!"
Then, under the guidance of someone, it is unknown.
Suddenly, the audience in the bar started waving their fists and shouting in unison.
As night fell, the boisterous shouts from the Lilac Tavern even carried to the surrounding streets.
It attracted passersby who stopped to watch out of curiosity.
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