Entertainment: Starting from starring in Wolf Warriors

"Thank you Old Xi Xue, thank you Old Xi Xue!"

The Sichuan-Chongqing guy was very happy, thanked him and left the stage, he didn't care about the laughter erupting in the audience, he always had a smile on his face.

Lu Li also finally understood why this Teacher Xue was so loved by the audience. He had overcome many obstacles along the way, so he was willing to give some opportunities to young people who worked hard within the limits of the rules.

Maybe it was because he didn't want to see the blank stares and cold reception he had suffered in the past repeated on other young people.

"This teacher is interesting."

Backstage,

Zhou Ruoruo was holding a guitar and tuning it. The guitar looked old, and the paint on the legs had faded, but the smooth reflections on the rest of the place showed how much the owner cared for it.

After hearing the first contestant step off the stage, many waiting contestants immediately surrounded him.

"How, how, have you passed?"

"Nai Ding! Nai Ding!" the Sichuan-Chongqing boy said with a smile.

"Your accent can be determined, then we'll be sure!" This was the thought of many people, only a few with low EQ said it.

The Sichuan-Chongqing guy didn't mind either, he returned to his seat and waited with a smile on his face, writing and drawing with a pen, as if he was preparing for the next piece of music.

His efforts are useless in the eyes of many people, and no one pays attention to him sitting alone.

At this time, the second person has been called to come on stage, and the rest of the contestants have started cramming, and some people are emptying out.

"Excuse me... are you clear porridge?"

Zhou Ruoruo, who was humming the melody, suddenly heard this sentence and looked up to see a girl about her age.

"I...I am...you?"

"It's really you, Qing porridge, I like your song so much, I didn't expect you to come to participate in the star promotion official, we are still in the same group, I am so happy!"

The girl grabbed her hand and looked excited.

It turned out that Zhou Ruoruo was also very happy to meet a fan, after all, this is a kind of recognition.

Because they are both girls, Zhou Ruoruo quickly got acquainted with this girl named Baishancha. According to her, she is a third-year student at the Conservatory of Music. She also likes to compose and sing. The video happened to be Zhou Ruoruo's singing video, and I fell in love with her, and then through the song "Little", I learned that Zhou Ruoruo's stage name is Qingyu.

"By the way, what song are you preparing today? Is it your original?" Bai Shancha asked curiously.

Zhou Ruoruo was also very honest: ""Little" was not written by me, it was written by Lu Li, you should have heard his songs, "Rogue" you have heard."

Bai Shancha suddenly realized, "So you're going to sing "Little" today?"

"Ah."

After the two chatted for a few more words, they happened to hear the backstage director calling Bai Shancha to come on stage. It turned out that she was the number three contestant.

"Porridge, then I'll go up first."

"Come on!"

"You too."

Zhou Ruoruo didn't see it, Bai Shancha turned her head and her pure appearance instantly subsided, a fox-like smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, extremely proud.

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Chapter 163: Who Plagiarized Who

"Hello, judges, and audience, I'm contestant No. [-] Bai Shancha, you can call me Chacha."

The appearance of Bai Shancha's cute appearance and sweet voice on the screen attracted the favor of many audiences.

Even Lu Li had to admit that this girl is very good at the stage, and she is very generous without stage fright, which seems to be a lot of points.

"Tch, you're being coquettish, you can tell it's a vase at a glance." A discordant voice came from the side, and when she turned around, Liu Xingrui pursed her lips in disgust.

Lin Miaomiao tugged her aside, signaling not to be so loud.

"What's the matter? Am I wrong? This woman is not a good person at first glance. Don't look at her simple and innocent appearance. She has a lot of bad things behind her back. I have seen too many people like this. Absolutely You can’t read it wrong.” Liu Xingrui’s outspokenness quickly attracted the attention of many people nearby, but because of the recording site, no one said anything, and just condemned with dissatisfied eyes.

Lin Miaomiao was a little helpless, she knew that her best friend was such an outspoken person, so she dissuaded her in a low voice:

"In any case, it has nothing to do with us, don't say that."

"I just can't get used to it. Some people are different from each other."

Lu Li felt a chill down his back, and frowned, hey, who is this shot in the sand?Who are you referring to?I didn't offend her, did I?

The passage to come in has been opened, and Bai Shancha entered the arena with a skirt in her hand, and she looked like a fan girl after seeing Xue Ziqian: "Mr. Ziqian, I like you so much, can you sign me? "

Xue Ziqian: "..."

"Hehe, of course you can, but can you wait until the recording ends?"

"Okay, great, great."

Zhang Juju answered: "Chacha is also a fan of Mr. Xue Ziqian, right? Then the song brought today is Mr. Xue's song?"

"No."

The decisive answer made the audience burst into laughter. This girl is quite interesting.

Three black lines also slid down Xue Ziqian's forehead. Fortunately, he was able to take a joke, and said with an awkward smile: "Then what song are you going to bring today?"

"I don't have such a good voice as Mr. Xue, and I can't sing many syllables, but I like Mr. Xue's talent, so this time I will sing my original song "No Guess""

"Very good, I like originality, start your performance!"

The music and lighting started, and Xue Ziqian was sitting on a saddle with a guitar in his arms,

As soon as the prelude was played, Lu Li's expression suddenly became strange. This song...

"Memories are like a storyteller, with a tone full of local accents

Jump over puddles, around villages

Waiting for the fate to meet, you make a city out of mud

He said he would marry me in the future, how many times did he turn around?

Going through the door a few times, wasting my youth

Small vows, not yet stable