Chapter 9 Big Wrong

Soon, half of the song was finished.

To be honest, Ma Xiaoshu's singing is really mediocre, with no skills at all and barely out of tune.

but……

It sounds really good.

This is the unanimous feeling of the judges, contestants and audience.

Even the female judge who targeted Ma Xiaoshu couldn't find the bones in the egg, although she wanted to. Because the lyrics were completely ironic to her, a naked slap in the face.

But unfortunately, for a while she really couldn't fault the song.

All he can do is gnash his teeth in rage.

Live barrage:

"Isn't this what he was doing?"

"How can you be so strong?"

"I don't believe it."

“The female judge’s silicone face was swollen!”

"What a relief~"

"I can't write notes, but writing songs is about feeling. Hahahaha! I'm in a bunker!"

"Although it sounds good, I don't believe it was written live."

"Is there a possibility that this guy was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger from the beginning?"

"It should be arranged by the program team."

"No matter what, this Ma Xiaoshu still has something."

"Am I the only one who noticed? Three of them were promoted out of four in one dormitory."

"Wow! That's so outrageous..."

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the live broadcast room, the scene was very quiet.

The female judge's face hurt and she didn't want to speak.

After Lao Zhou was shocked, he smiled so much that his back teeth were exposed. It was so comfortable! It was so comfortable! Who has no vision? Who is unprofessional?

If I don't say anything, I will make you embarrassed longer.

The other two judges remained silent and watched the excitement.

Ma Xiaoshu's stomach growled and he reminded the female judges: "Oh, wow."

The female judge stared at Ma Xiaoshu: "Ah? What?"

Lao Zhou secretly said: "English. Oh Wo'er means the end."

The female judge rolled her eyes in anger: "Okay, Ma Xiaoshu, you can leave..."

Lao Zhou interrupted the spellcasting: "Ma Xiaoshu, what's the name of this song? It shouldn't be called "Country Composer", right?"

The female judge's teeth were almost broken.

Ma Xiaoshu: "It's called "Composer"."

Lao Zhou looked arrogant: "The writing is okay! It didn't embarrass me. Why don't you thank Teacher Lin quickly? Thank you for giving you the inspiration!"

Pass the knife.

Ma Xiaoshu took the knife and stabbed it: "Thank you, Teacher Lin! This is the first time I have written a complete song, thank you! Thank you! During the training camp, I will definitely ask you for more advice, I hope you can bring me more

So much inspiration, no wonder your name is Teacher Lin, the inspirational Lin. By the way, Teacher Inspiration, why don’t you add us on WeChat? I feel like we are very close to you..."

This guy is so happy that he talks angrily and incoherently.

The female judge surnamed Lin was already on the verge of explosion. She was pushing too far: "No need! Leave quickly and don't affect the contestants behind."

Ma Xiaoshu looked regretful and ran over to shake her hand with a big smile: "Oh, thank you Teacher Qinxin! Thank you Teacher Zhou too, and the other two...I won't thank you. Goodbye!"

Judge Lin withdrew his hand, wiped it on his clothes, and stared angrily at Ma Xiaoshu as he left the stage triumphantly.

This time... I was careless!

Little Yakuza, when you get to the training camp and participate in the Western Conference main game, let’s see how I take care of you!

Outside, Gou Jian was already lying flat on the floor, his heart pounding: "Why? What on earth is...why?"

There were four people in a dormitory, and all of them were promoted, except him.

I am the wronged one?!

Gou Jian knew that Ma Xiaoshu could often hum a line or two of songs, but that didn't mean anything. He still learned the musical notation from me. He didn't even understand how to play the guitar, but he still wrote songs?

Why the hell did he explode?

This song "Composer" is... so well written!

Zhu Ganglie and Niu Jiejie smiled knowingly.

A world in which only wealthy people are injured... has been achieved.

Ma Xiaoshu came back with the promotion card and looked down at Fugui'er on the ground with an innocent look on his face: "As you can see, I have tried very hard to refuse, but...she suddenly gave me inspiration."

3,000 yuan for twenty days, including food and accommodation, and rich inspiration.

Is this something Ma Xiaoshu can refuse?

Gou Jian: "..."

Ma Xiaoshu said again: "Fugui, why don't you give me eight hundred, and I'll record the things taught in the training camp and sell them to you."

Gou Jian pressed his heart again: "Hiss...get out!"

Ma Xiaoshu looked at Zhu Biao, shrugged and said, "I lost my mind."

Zhu Biao: "It's not respectable."

Niu Ziming: "Get up, the ground is cold. If you are sick, I will go out to buy medicine for you and you will have to pay the price difference."

"grass……"

Gou Jian finally got up. It made sense to be strong. A pack of cold medicine cost ten yuan. Even if his family had a mine, they couldn't afford it.

The four of them happily went to eat noodles, and Gou Jian cried while eating.

I was probably happy that the three roommates were promoted.

Return to the dormitory.

Gou Jian went completely crazy and threw all the music theory books in the cabinet on the ground:

"Why? Ah! I have studied and practiced for four years! I also spent money to hire a dance teacher, a vocal teacher, a guitar teacher, a bodybuilding teacher... I practiced every weekend and holiday without a day off.

Life is more tiring than a horse walking in a field and a dog's life..."

Zhu Biao, Niu Ziming and Ma Xiaoshu stuck out their tongues sympathetically:

"Slightly, slightly..."

Gou Jian picked up his dance clothes and threw them on the ground: "Fuck you! I won't learn!"

After smashing it, I picked up the guitar again.

Ma Xiaoshu came over and took away the guitar: "Don't smash this, I can just use it when I go to the training camp."

Who is a serious person who spends his own money to buy a guitar?

Gou Jian was stunned: "Ah? Are you... still a human? You are ugly and can sing badly but you still want to be a composer? The judges are all fucking blind..."

Habitual rhyme!

As he spoke, he raised the back-mounted keyboard again.

Zhu Biao flashed over: "This is quite handsome, let me play with it."

Gou Jian: "Ah? Why do you have that? Wear a vest to show off your bumps everywhere, and don't shave your armpits. Bullshit walking hormones. You are just like walking armpit hair! Hair!"

The furious Gou Fugui picked up the customized orange microphone again.

Niu Ziming: "Give me Kangkang, hehe, I have never used a microphone worth tens of thousands of dollars in my life..."

Gou Jian: "Beast! That's the microphone I'm planning to use to participate in the finals. You little pretty boy, how can you...ah, yes, you deserve to be promoted, wuwu..."

Taking a step back, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He raised his laptop above his head.

The three roommates suddenly fell silent at the same time: "..."

Gou Jian: "Did I smash it?"

No one paid any attention to him, they were all tinkering with the newly acquired equipment with their heads down.

"I really smashed it!"

"..."

Bang!

The computer screen was shattered on the floor.

Ma Xiaoshu played the guitar and slowly raised his head: "Huh? I suddenly remembered that there are still three auditions for this show that have not yet started. Are you not going to try?"

Gou Jian suddenly became petrified: "Yes! Damn it...my computer..."

Ma Xiaoshu pointed to the computer with a broken screen on the ground, with a sincere look on his face: "It's broken, do you still want it?"

Gou Jian covered his heart again and staggered: "Ma Xiaoshu, what the hell are you..."
Chapter completed!