Gold Medal

Ye Chi saw that the sexy scented candle Jiang Lang bought almost vomited half a liter of blood, so the two of them secretly went to Qiaojie's shop, put the candle and red string on the table while Qiaojie was away, and ran away.

It was almost noon when the two of them ran to the building panting, Jiang Lang asked Ye Chi, "Did I buy the wrong candle?"

Isn't this nonsense, how can a ghost use scented candles to do it, Ye Chi didn't scold him, and squeezed into the crowd of ghosts.

Far away, I heard a ghost howling: "The boundless end of the world is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills. What kind of rhythm is the most swaying, and what kind of singing is the most joyful."

Listening to the demonic singing, Ye Chi couldn't help wanting to dance in the square, but fortunately, Jiang Lang reached out to stop him in time.

At the end of the song, a black-haired male ghost who looked like Tubalu floated out of the backstage and said in a straight voice: "Thank you very much for the passionate singing of the third singer. Next, let's hand over the stage to our four judges." .”

Girl A with fluttering hair from the crowd: "This guy doesn't look good at all, he's still the handsome boy just now!"

White-faced woman B with a long tongue in the crowd: "What eyes, look at this handsome little face, it is a hundred times more handsome than the little white-faced one just now."

The big brother with a rough beard wrapped all over his body in the crowd: "Are you my wife, or his wife?"

White-faced woman B with a long tongue from the onlookers: "If I can, I want to be his wife!" The long-tongued woman excitedly pointed at the handsome young man who was talking to the judges on the stage.

Ye Chi Jianglang, who was standing by the side: "..." Sure enough, love is nothing but fiction.

"Jiang Lang, how do you sing?" Ye Chi raised his handsome chin and looked at Jiang Lang tentatively.

Hell is building its own idol group, but music has never been friendly to him at all, and he lacks that musical nerve by nature.The few songs that the little ghost taught me a while ago were quite simple, but how do you sing them?

Two mice, two mice, run fast, run fast, one has no tail, and has no ears, so beautiful, so beautiful!It seems like this...

Jiang Lang, who can read minds, has doubts about mind reading skills!

"I know a few songs, but not many." Jiang Lang said softly, but his eyes were attracted by a ghost disguised as a migrant worker on the stage.I saw him wearing dark blue coarse cloth clothes, wearing a fluorescent orange hat, and holding a microphone in his right hand. As soon as he came to the stage, he said, "How are you friends on the left? Raise your left hand, how are you friends on the right?" Raise your right hand. Join us in the ranks of madness, come on, let's keep up with the rhythm"

However, the group of ghosts below did not give him any reply, and some ghosts even covered their mouths and smiled lowly.

A rap rap was turned into a joke by his panting. He saw that there was still no atmosphere underneath. He pondered for a while and threw his hat on the ground, exposing his gray hair and causing a commotion among the crowd below.

The rough gravel-like voice mixed with his own electronic sound made all the audience stare at him in surprise.The fan girl who just taunted him just now seemed to be a different ghost in an instant, holding the support stick and howling crazily: "Wow, God!"

Ye Chi who sees through everything: "..." Sure enough, women are fickle.

After singing, the migrant workers on the stage bowed to the judges and said, "Thank you judges, thank you audience."

"Contestant No. [-] has already started to give his acceptance speech. He must be very confident. Next, we will ask the judges to give him a score." The host was dressed in a formal suit, smoothing things out with ease with a calm smile on his face.

Listening to the host's words, the audience laughed a few times to save face.

"Can I say a few words before scoring?" the peasant ghost asked the host, who nodded

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"I am very grateful for the policy of the underworld to accommodate unjust ghosts. I was a ghost who was hit by a high-voltage power line. I didn't have a whole face before I entered the underworld. But the judge gave me one because of my pity. Good luck What’s more, because of being hit by high-voltage electricity, my voice naturally turned into an electronic sound. If I succeed in the promotion, then I will definitely write better songs for all the fans who support me.” After finishing speaking, the host took After taking his microphone, he handed the microphone to Cui Yu who was sitting in the middle of the judging panel.

Don't ask why there are only so few microphones, because the investors gave less money.

The big man with a rough beard from the onlookers looked at his hands wearing insulating gloves: "Why are they both killed by electric shocks, and why is there such a big difference!"

Hearing his complaints, Ye Chi turned his head and took a look. The rough-bearded man was wearing a thick insulating coat, covering his whole body very well, only his eyes, mouth, eyebrows and nostrils were exposed.

His daughter-in-law, a white-faced woman with a long tongue, replied to him: "Maybe you didn't have enough voltage to die, why don't we find a power pole and die again?"

Uncle bearded: "..." I married a fake daughter-in-law!

In the center of the judges' seat, the crowd laughed secretly when they saw Cui Yu squinting his eyes and looking towards the center of the stage.It stands to reason that Judge Cui has been short-sighted for hundreds of years and should be equipped with a pair of glasses, but he feels that this is a test given to him by God.

He also thinks that a judge can be blind but not blind, what kind of eyes are needed...

The electronic music contestants were successfully retained, and the crowd's voice was louder and louder.After the host read a few more words, the majestic No. [-] contestant strode up from the backstage. When he saw the face of No. [-] contestant, the little fans in the audience immediately cheered and wanted to jump on the stage.

Ye Chi's attention was also attracted by the aura-filled ghost on the stage. There seemed to be a magical power guiding everyone to look at him in his gestures.

Jiang Lang, who was standing beside Ye Chi, frowned and looked at the people around him, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Jiang Lang, Jiang Lang, what song is he singing?" Ye Chi turned around and scratched Jiang Lang's arm.

The music on the stage is still going on, "All the stories seem to have happened in the wandering years, and the phoenix has been blown and it has calmed down. Who else will I return my heart to?" The magnetic and elastic voice lingers around my ears. He is a natural suitable for the stage. Singer, maybe he was a singer in his previous life.

The vicissitudes of the young and Dangerous boy's friendship match his voice, but he has a pretty face, and Jiang Lang was a little surprised when he opened his voice.This voice should be a practitioner.

"He sang a Cantonese song, Friendship Years, have you seen Young and Dangerous?" Jiang Lang asked Ye Chi.

Ye Chi shook his head, not to mention whether he had heard this song, he hadn't even heard Cantonese songs.The two chatted for a while, and Ye Chi turned his head away from Jiang Lang again. No matter how much Jiang Lang attracted Ye Chi's attention, Ye Chi didn't turn around. Is that person on the emotional stage more attractive than him?

After contestant No. [-] finished, Jiang Lang Ruoyou glanced at Humanity on the stage and said, "I'll sing for you alone some other day, and I'm sure you can sing better than him."

"Okay!" Ye Chi turned his head quickly, wrapping his right hand around Jiang Lang's arm.

The next few contestants were all here to make a joke, and the onlookers who attracted them left the arena one after another. Ye Chi also hurriedly took Jiang Lang's hand and left.

The author has something to say:

Don't give up, so please wait for me, friends.

Ah Bei: There are irregular updates recently. In the wind and rain, Ah Bei is waiting for you in the underworld!

Ye Chi: The little errand is waiting for you in the underworld too!

Jiang Lang: I'm afraid the two on the upper floor are a lot of assholes.

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Then I sorted out the outline recently, coded and saved the manuscript, in short, I did not disappoint the readers' clicks.