"Don't think too much! You can definitely do it! Come on!"

Niu Ziming tied the lucky red rope to Gou Jian's wrist and encouraged him.

Zhu Biao patted Gou Jian on the shoulder: "It only takes five. If you work so hard, I believe that fate will give you a decent result. Ma Xiaosao said that you are the most star-like person in our dormitory."

Gou Jian is about to play.

He nodded at the two brothers: "He knows nothing! I will definitely do it this time! You two, too, learn more from me. Don't be nervous when you get on stage, perform lively, and respect the judges."

Soon, Gou Jian and three other audition opponents appeared on the audition competition stage. In order to improve efficiency, the auditions were performed in batches.

Gou Jian ranked first.

He started talking into the microphone and said in a sultry manner:

"Hello, teacher judge, my name is Gou Jian, my English name is Fogwell, I am 20 years old, and I am a college student. Today I will bring you an English song "Tiebi Liwu". I'm here!

Hey hey...oh oh oh oh~com ang beibi, eh bului bati, yeah..."

Ding!

"Okay! Okay, next one."

"No, teacher, I haven't sung the chorus yet. I specially designed a dolphin sound. How about I just sing the chorus?"

"No need, just study hard."

"I can sing, dance and play many musical instruments..."

"You have no talent."

"I...wuwu...you have no talent! Your whole family has no talent! I come here every year, and you deal with me every year. Do you know how much effort I put in? Why do you look down on me? I

I even bought a lucky red rope. Why? Wow..."

Gou Jian came to Bengbu and burst into tears on the spot.

One of the judges said sympathetically: "Turn off his microphone and take it out."

“Drink bah~~”

Gou Jian, who was carried away by two staff members, was still struggling and spat in the direction of the judges. This time he really broke through his defense.

No talent?

In the waiting area outside, Zhu Biao and Niu Ziming looked at their brothers' desperate looks on the big screen and couldn't help it...

"Hahahahaha... I learned, I learned!"

"Hey hehehe...he really respects the judges!"

Ridicule wantonly and stabbing madly.

"Quack, quack, quack... I'm a little hungry!"

There was someone laughing louder next to him. His laughter was as clear as a barbell. It was Ma Xiaoshu who had just returned from selling out all his goods. After all the snacks were sold out, he remembered that he was hungry.

After a while, Gou Jian came back in despair, his face full of tears of humiliation and unwillingness:

"Why?"

Ma Xiaoshu jumped over and asked, "You haven't eaten? You can't even spit!"

Niu Ziming followed up: "Are you happy? Are you surprised?"

The boss, Zhu Biao, said: "It's not decent, it's not decent... you shouldn't cry. Forget it, you'd better sit far away, lest everyone think we know each other."

Gou Jian turned around with his eyes blank and went elsewhere.

It was Zhu Biao's turn to come on stage. He followed the staff casually, looking like he had no desire or desire.

The audition cards cost 99 yuan each. Gou Jian bought them online, and he had to buy them one by one with his real name. The Internet speed in the dormitory was slow, and there were many people buying them, so the serial numbers of the four audition cards he bought were not consecutive.

Together, there are more than ten people in between each one.

Therefore, it is impossible for four people in the dormitory to play at the same time, they have to go in order.

Zhu Biao came just to play, and he said when he came on stage:

"My name is Zhu Biao. I can't sing, so I'll recite a poem I wrote for you. I have a roommate who thinks he's awesome. He dreams about being a star every day and has no real skills at all. What does he mean by star? No.

That is, singing, dancing and playing basketball..."

This knife!

Outside, Gou Jian sat on a chair and looked at the big screen, slowly covering his heart.

Ding!

"The sound is very magnetic!"

"It feels a bit like rap!"

"He has a really good figure. How many abs do you have... Wow! Eight! Oh my god..."

"It's like walking hormones!"

"Although you can't sing, you have great potential."

"Promote!"

Gou Jian slumped on the chair, his heart aching: "Why? Why?"

Soon, Zhu Biao came back with the promotion card, looked down at Gou Jian, and said gently: "You... probably haven't seen this kind of card before. Come, let me have a look."

The next one to compete is Niu Ziming.

This thing is even more outrageous.

As soon as he came on stage, the two female judges went crazy.

"Wow! You're so handsome. That contestant, I'm going to give you my promotion card! Even if you sing out of tune, I'll let you advance!"

"Oh my god, she's so beautiful! She's been promoted to the next level!"

"No need, Auntie, I'm here with a friend..."

"What's your name? How old are you?"

"Uh, my name is Niu Ziming..."

"Why are you blushing? My sister won't eat you."

"I am afraid."

"Don't be afraid! Come on, come on, get your promotion card, now you can sing a few lines at will."

"Wildflowers in March, wind in April..."

"It sounds great! The sound is so clean, and my sister likes it so much! I want you!"

So, Niu Ziming also took the promotion card and sat next to Gou Jian: "I said I didn't want it, but she insisted on giving it to me."

Gou Jian slid to the ground, helpless, clutching his heart and breathing like silk:

"Why?"

This is the most sacred stage in his dream. Why is there no lower limit, the selection of people is so random, and the judges are all shameless.

He can't understand.

Fortunately, at least Ma Xiaoshu accompanied him in the elimination...

At this time, Ma Xiaoshu had already stepped onto the audition stage. He stood on the audition stage with a blank look on his face, like a fool.

Soon, the first three in the same group were wiped out, and it was Ma Xiaoshu's turn.

He scratched his head and said, "Do we need to follow any procedures? Or should we just sing?"

"puff……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"What?"

"Won't you introduce yourself?"

The judges are tired and tortured by all kinds of weird things for ten hours a day, which is not something ordinary people can bear.

Ma Xiaoshu said: "Don't you have everyone's files on your tablet?"

The judges also said perfunctorily: "Ah! Then you can sing."

Ma Xiaoshu held the microphone to prepare his emotions, and then froze.

Eh?

What do I sing?

There was no preparation at all. I only found out yesterday that Gou Fugui had bought four cards. He was busy selling things just now and didn't even think about what he would sing after going on stage.

There are many songs in my dream, but none of them are complete.

Ma Xiaoshu usually listens to songs and has even learned a few songs from Gou Fugui, but at this time he can't remember any of them.
To be continued...