Dozens of temporary sheds were set up in the stadium, and the singers in the school song competition were each assigned one, which became their "exam seats."

In the next ten hours, they will complete their own creation in this awning.

Most people have their own seats and their own instruments.

But there are also people who have empty hands and nothing.

For example, Gu Xiaobai.

After he sat down, he looked in front of himself and then at the other people, feeling extremely desolate.

Will he have to face this air for the next ten hours?

The other contestants looked at Gu Xiaobai's pitiful look and began to complain:

"Pfft, Xiaobai is so pitiful!"

“Are you going to write a song out of thin air?”

"Even if we can't use musical instruments during the competition, at least we will give Xiaobai an instrument now!"

Fortunately, Brother An was not completely ruthless and at least gave him a table, paper and pen.

Everyone watched as Gu Xiaobai picked up the piece of paper and started writing.

"Wait a minute, Xiaobai has already started composing music?"

"I remember Xiaoxiazi said that Xiaobai's first song was written completely out of thin air, without any instruments!"

"Damn it, why should I pity Xiaobai! Why shouldn't I pity myself?"

Everyone suddenly felt a lot of pressure, picked up paper and pen, and thought hard.

Someone starts to play chords in random waves, or plays tunes that are out of tune.

Five minutes passed.

"Why hasn't Xiaobai finished writing?"

"Still writing!"

"Ah, he's looking for paper from Brother An!"

"I have a bad idea..."

"Who goes to see it!"

Several people from 306/1 were sitting on their sofas. Instead of rushing to write songs, they took a long breath and lay on the sofa in the same posture, crossing their legs and resting their heads on the back of the sofa.

superior.

Then Wang Haixia opened one eye, squinted, and looked at Gu Xiaobai opposite:

"Just a blind guess, Xiaobai must be writing some formula!"

"I feel so pitiful for Xiaobai! I have to do research even for the school song competition!"

"I'm all alone... so pitiful."

"We seem to be the heartless people of ancient times!"

"The heartless man? How about this? Let's write a song about the heartless man?"

"I want to write a song about an ancient Neptune! Wait, it's not Neptune, I'm Hai Xia! I want to write a song about an ancient, very, very heartless knight!" Wang Haixia suddenly had an idea.

"Ancient style, plum blossoms, prodigal son, swordsman, the end of the world..."

"I like orchids!"

"Bamboo will do, too. I think this knight can use bamboo as a weapon!"

"Why not use a slingshot and stones? I was really good at playing with slingshots when I was a kid!"

If there was someone here next to me, I probably wouldn't be able to help but complain.

There are obviously only two of you talking, why are you arguing like there are four of you!

Little do they know that this is the tradition of 306. The talkative Wang Haixia changes rapidly, one person acts as three people, the other two are silent and no one knows what they are thinking, and the other is silent and no one can understand what they are thinking.

"Come, let me think carefully." Wang Haixia changed his legs, crossed his legs, leaned his head on the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes.

In my mind, I began to imagine a knight who likes plum blossoms, uses bamboo as a weapon, and uses slingshots and stones to smash other people's windows. He lives in the rivers and lakes among thousands of flowers, and looks like the king of Neptune...

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly vaguely felt someone calling him...

"Little Xiazi..."

Wang Haixia suddenly raised his head: "Who is calling me?"

"Little Xiazi..." The voice was a little louder, vague, and I didn't know where it came from.

"Did you hear who called me?" Wang Haixia asked Zhou Xianting.

"No, are you hallucinating?" Zhou Xianting was also imagining his own story, showing an intoxicated look.

"Someone is really calling me..." Wang Haixia suddenly shivered: "There must be something unclean!"

"The girl you were with in ancient Neptune turned into a ghost and came to find you!" Zhou Xianting said.

"Go, go, go! I haven't imagined Neptune yet!" Wang Haixia pushed Zhou Xianting, and then heard the faint sound, getting louder and clearer...

Finally, he heard clearly:

"Little Xiazi, don't sleep! Don't be lazy! Write a song quickly!"

Then another sentence:

"Little Xiazi, don't sleep! Don't be lazy! Write a song quickly!"

Wang Haixia jumped up with a "wow" sound, ran a few steps, and looked left and right.

Then the voice changed:

"Little hero, stop looking around and write a song quickly!"

Wang Haixia's eyes widened and he turned to look at the camera.

Then I heard laughter coming from all directions: "Hahahahahahaha..."

"I'll go!" Wang Haixia now understood that it was those guys outside!

Outside the stadium, after the participating singers entered the venue, the fans did not leave. They were looking up at the huge screen at the main entrance.

On the screen, Wang Haixia's silly look looking around was displayed.

Because the live broadcast was slightly delayed, Wang Haixia's reaction was a few beats slow, but because of this, he looked even stupider.

Wang Haixia finally reacted and rushed to the camera facing him, with a big face occupying the screen: "Hey, don't interrupt my competition! Don't send random voice barrages! You've gone too far!"

The photographer guy carrying the camera almost burst out laughing.

The fans outside the gate were laughing so hard.

Is this a voice barrage? It is indeed.

Even Brother An was quite helpless.

Can it still be like this?

These fans are also very good at playing.

Although the stadium is very large, and although the distance between the inside and outside is also very large, this kind of barrier may be able to block one person's voice, but when dozens or hundreds of people are shouting at the same time, there is no way to block the sound outside.

It is not easy to organize dozens or hundreds of people to shout together.

But often, if one person shouts out a sentence, more people will join in. After shouting it four or five times, it will become a scale and people inside will hear it.

Outside the field, the audience suddenly found a way to participate in the game. In the corner, several people discussed it and shouted loudly.

After shouting seven or eight times, hundreds of people joined in.

"Xiao Xia Zi, go and see what Xiao Bai wrote!"

Wang Haixia just walked back to the sofa and sat down. Just as he was about to continue dreaming about his dream of the ancient sea king, he heard this voice.

Huh? These guys actually ordered me to do my work?

Wang Haixia originally planned to ignore it, but the sound became louder and louder. In the end, there were sounds from all directions, making people wonder if they were surrounded on all sides.
Chapter completed!