The music class was taken over again

Qiao Zheng's expression froze for a long time, as if frozen, her long eyelashes fluttered like moth's wings, and she tilted her head after a while: "What are you talking about?"

"I said," Yan Ze spoke very slowly, "haste makes waste, you didn't carefully understand the competition system and the benefits Nien can get from it, this event was held once last year, this year it's just changed The name is not changed, and the scope is only in our city. Last year’s winner was a 45-year-old aunt, and her half-length photo is still printed on the fertilizer belt.”

Qiao Zheng was dumbfounded: "Chemical fertilizer factory, you are kidding me, isn't it the endorsement of some watch, perfume and bag?"

"I'm not kidding, it's because you didn't do things carefully, if you don't believe me, go to Baidu yourself."

Qiao Zheng went to the city's forum to search, and sure enough, Yan Ze was right.

She raised her head and asked inquiringly, "How do you know so much?"

Yan Ze: "Because my mother will also participate."

Qiaozheng put down the phone, a little disheartened: "Why is this so?"

Yan Ze: "Then are you still participating?"

Qiaozheng thought for a while: "Participate, but I only participated in the preliminary round. I made a short video and uploaded it on TikTok. I think I might have to change my strategy. I'm going to be an internet celebrity."

At the end of summer, the heat is no longer rampant, and the wind at night gradually cools down, but near the shopping plaza in the city center, Tianxiu makes the nights of this small town hot again.

Pingnan is a small city that is neither rich nor poor. It is not well-known, and it is a bit of a hindrance to brokers on the eastern seaboard. However, the citizens don't care about GDP. They live and work in peace and contentment, looking for small pleasures without major worries.

Their entertainment activities are not very high-end. Second, one person can dance in the square, five people can gossip, four people can join a table of mahjong, three people can fight the landlord, and two people can fight a game on the chessboard.

For the citizens, Tianxiu was fresh and lively, and it was worth looking forward to, so that night, the streets were empty and the square was full of voices.

"The first round of trials in Tianxiu Beiguan Street has officially kicked off. Tonight's starlight will belong to our contestants. Show off your charm and demeanor. Tonight we are no longer ordinary!" The hostess wore heavy makeup and wore a pair of The gorgeous red dress has a little more flesh on the body, the shoulders look particularly round, and the arms are round like a big white radish. The skirt is a tube top, and a bunch of fat is squeezed where the underarms are tightly bound.

The stage was set up in Fu'an Square, where residents of Beiguan usually dance square dances. The furnishings were very simple. A few iron frames were erected, a red carpet was laid, a row of flower pots was placed behind the stage, and searchlights were changing overhead.

A cultural center is being built not far from the square. During the day, the construction site is in full swing. At night, the temperature cools down. Many construction workers come here to visit.

They have very few entertainment activities. They usually play mahjong in the simple dormitory. Today, the square is very lively. Everyone ran out to get some air to see the excitement. down the dust.

Mama Yan and her sisters formed the group "Yizhihua" and danced to the background music of a set of horse poles.

Most of the contestants participated in the competition in groups. Nine of the ten teams danced square dances, and they had to dance all the songs of Phoenix Legend.

Yan Ze didn't plan to come, and she didn't need to be on duty for evening self-study, so she stayed in the office for a class, she packed her things, locked the door of the office, and took a taxi to the city center.

The square was unprecedentedly crowded, and the shouts were endless. Yan Ze naturally hated the noisy environment. At this moment, he only felt his ears buzzing. Squeezing to the front, I was stepped on several times by enthusiastic uncles and aunts.

She asked the person next to her, and it turned out that the solo and single-team presentations were over.

But after the separate display, there is also an ingenious challenge game. This game is not counted in the score, it is simply an active atmosphere, and the players battle each other.

The form of the competition is limited to antiphonal singing and fighting dance.

The host's voice was loud and clear: "Which contestant will be the first to eat crabs?"

As soon as the words fell, an old man in a small white coat in the northern Shaanxi style jumped onto the stage. Regardless of his age, his bare skin was dark brown, his face was covered with wrinkles, but his movements were very vigorous. After going on stage, he performed a chic and beautiful backflip, which drew rounds of applause.

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Hongliang from Hetou Village!" The old man's voice was also high-pitched, and his full-bodied voice didn't match his age at all.

Host: "Uncle Zhang is really old-hearted, always young and strong, what kind of method does Uncle Zhang want to challenge? Draw lots or roll call?"

Zhang Hongliang: "As for me, I don't know anyone. When I come to this stage, I just want to meet more good brothers and sisters who love acting and singing as much as I do. Art has no age, no region! No borders! "

Qiao Zheng was silent. This old man is so cute. Before he left the village, he wanted to be an old man with Asian traffic.

She thought this draft was for young ladies, but she didn't expect that she was the only young lady among all the contestants!

The audition that she applied for, she had to participate on her knees, Qiaozheng thought to herself, after tonight, she would withdraw from the competition.

Zhang Hongliang went on to say: "So I don't order any more. The host is hot, please draw a lottery. Whoever gets the lottery counts. It depends on fate if you can make friends."

Etiquette holds a lottery box with red paper on it.

The host took one, held it in his hand, and slowly opened it: "Number 28!"

Qiao Zheng was shocked!

Am I the number 28?The lights rotated rapidly, and in the rapid heartbeat, the upper half of the world in front of her eyes was pale light, and the lower half was boundless darkness gathered by human figures.

Qiao Zheng didn't know how she squeezed through the crowd, the surrounding was very noisy, but she could clearly hear her breathing and heartbeat.

How to do how to do?This old man, what if he wants to do somersaults with her?

The black shadow has settled below the field of vision, and she has already stepped onto the stage.

Zhang Hongliang: "Girl! How about we sing a duet, I will sing the first line, and you will sing the next line."

Qiao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, luckily it wasn't somersaulting.

Zhang Honglianggen is very active on the stage, and has a strong desire to express himself. Uncle Zhang seems to know this well. He and Ben didn't give Qiao Zheng a chance to prepare. He took the microphone and said, "Oh... Dashan's grandson..."

When he said "yo", the noise in the audience stopped automatically, and there were many people,

Zhang Hongliang's voice stopped abruptly. He raised his head and gave him a look with a smile on his face, which meant "it's your turn".

Qiao Zheng didn't show any timidity at all, and continued calmly.

"I love the sun, the sun loves you, the people in the mountains..."

Zhang Hongliang seamlessly connected: "The mountain road here has eighteen bends, and the waterway here has nine rings..."

The two had never practiced before, but they were able to cooperate so tacitly, which won a lot of applause.

Qiao Zheng bowed and was about to leave the stage. Zhang Hongliang shouted from the stage: "Girl, the competition must be fair. Just now I sang four first. Now it's your turn. Let's see if my old man can catch it."

Qiaozheng rolled her eyes, picked up the microphone, and adjusted her breath. She sang the song just now to her liking. Although she didn't make a fool of herself, it made her uneasy, who hadn't practiced folk songs for a long time. Qiaozheng decided to return it in her own way. Govern his body.

"Who brought the ancient call, who left the millennium's expectation, could it be that there are still speechless songs, or the long-lasting nostalgia... Oh Lasso... That is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, ah Lasso... …That is……"

The clear singing stopped abruptly.