"Are everyone here deaf? The singing was so beautiful, but no one voted!"

At this moment, Chen Yujie's fans felt that their world view was about to collapse.

My brother Jie is so good at singing, my brother Jie is so handsome, my brother Jie is the best in the world, my brother Jie works hard and loves his fans, are you all dead? You don’t even vote for him!

The other viewers, after hearing this result, were also roaring in their heads.

"Are everyone here deaf? The singing is so ugly, but there are still people voting? I want to know who cast those three votes!"

Needless to say, the Internet was once again noisy.

At this moment, Chen Yujie is live broadcasting, waiting for the result with his more than 20 million fans.

Although Chen Yujie failed to kick the gym, this is actually not a bad thing for Internet celebrity singers like Chen Yujie.

What level of stage is "Battle of the Singers"?

Although the ratings of "Battle of the Singers" are no longer there, it is a phenomenon-level program that once created miracles and records, and once caused great discussion on the entire Internet.

After so many seasons of broadcasting, the program team has shown its decline, because all the singers who have appeared on the program are the best and top-notch.

Ordinary singers would be extremely lucky to be able to appear on this stage.

Chen Yujie failed to kick the gym, which is called "defeat is still glorious".

Being able to sing two songs on the "Singer" stage is a step up for himself and his fans.

It's a pity... He has a group of stupid fans who insist on letting the program team reveal the final vote count.

What can the program team do?

In the previous week, everyone on the program team had already been scolded for their eighteenth generation.

How could it be possible for Chen Yujie to hide it?

I'm afraid the program team has already been looking forward to the broadcast of this episode.

Now that it has been revealed, are you happy?

When this result came out, Chen Yujie cursed directly in the live broadcast: "Fuck, I'm going to kill them!"

Although Chen Yujie immediately realized that what he said was wrong, he hurriedly changed his words and said sincerely: "I am very happy to be on this stage. Thank you to the program team for giving me this opportunity..."

But his frustration and angry look could not be concealed at all.

Damn it, it’s just a failure in the gymnasium, how could it be possible to score such a low score?

At this moment, he was like a poor junior high school student who tried his best to cover up the fact that he only had the strength of a third grader, but finally revealed his true colors in the high school entrance examination, but refused to believe that this was his true strength.

At this moment, Chen Yujie's fans exploded. They sent greetings to the program crew, Fu Han and Gu Xiaobai's families, and all other program members on the Internet...

Like a mad dog biting everywhere.

In dormitory 306, Wang Haixia opened his cell phone and took a look, and he couldn't help but screamed "Fuck".

"Wait a minute!" Zhou Xianting reached out and held down his hand, "We agreed not to troll anyone today!"

Next to him, Gu Xiaobai was rubbing his hands like a big, handsome fly. His hands were itchy. He wanted to study and answer questions!

Zhao Mo has been forced to say seven sentences today, and his expression looks as if he is constipated.

As for Zhou Xianting himself, he didn’t do any of the several sets of fitness exercises he had to do every day!

The muscle fibers in his thighs were whining and trembling.

Today is a night specially set aside by 306 to celebrate. They have made a bet beforehand that whoever makes an exception first will clean the house for the next week.

I also have to wash other people's smelly socks.

Wang Haixia thought about the sour smell of Zhou Xianting's socks after he returned from the gym, and gritted his teeth and said:

"I have to hold back! I can't troll people... I can't troll people..."

Ahhhhhh, I really want to taunt these trolls! They’ll taunt you to death! They’ll taunt you so much that you don’t even recognize them!

No, I definitely don’t want to help Brother Ting wash his smelly socks, it will kill someone.

Wang Haixia rubbed his hands, and then rubbed his hands. For a moment, the four anxious singles looked like four big-headed flies in a meeting, rubbing their hands until the skin fell off.

"Who suggested that we should celebrate tonight and not do anything?" Wang Haixia challenged.

"It's you." Zhao Mo said. It could be seen that after saying these two words, he was already so uncomfortable that he was about to die of poison.

Zhou Xianting subconsciously exerted force on his legs, as if he wanted to sneak into a horse stance on the stool. Gu Xiaobai looked up at the ceiling, his mind wandering, and he was about to enter his memory palace.

But they are still holding it in.

The flame deep in Wang Haixia's heart finally couldn't bear it any longer. He clapped his hands and said:

"Let's write a song!"

"Write a song?"

"Well, Bai Mo Tingxia only has one work so far! Isn't it too lonely? I see that many of the participating musicians have already written several songs." Wang Haixia said.

"good idea."

"Write songs."

"Um."

The other three people agreed and hit it off.

Being so idle is really going to make three people sick!

"What are you writing about?" Gu Xiaobai pulled the electric steel over.

"I want to write a curse song!" Wang Haixia waved his hand.

"Still writing in the original style?" Gu Xiaobai took out his pen and planned to compose music.

Canon Progress, 4536251, I am familiar with these, watch me write one for you in five minutes...

"Xiaobai, you have some ideals, okay! Let's challenge a new level of difficulty!" Wang Haixia expressed his contempt for Gu Xiaobai, who has no dreams.

Then Wang Haixia was despised by Zhou Xianting: "Li Xiaobai, can you write songs? I think you want to shout Maiba, I am familiar with this. As long as you make good use of this, then, you, me, him, everyone can shout

wheat."

As he spoke, Zhou Xianting pulled a cajon drum from the side, beat out a few rhythms, and then began to sing:

"It's your day to hoe the crops at noon,

Sweat drips from the soil beneath my crops.

Who knew this plate of Chinese food,

He worked hard for every grain of grain...How is it? How is it?"

Next to him, Wang Haixia rolled his eyes silently.

"At least we have to rap, okay? I'm calling Mai Duo low! But this rhythm is good. Keep this rhythm, and then add something else..."

Gu Xiaobai came to the piano and played a few bass notes on the keyboard, looping back and forth to help Zhou Xianting enrich the rhythm.

"Well, I feel it." Wang Haixia followed the rhythm, nodding his head and shaking his head: "Yo, yo..."

"After half a glass of beer,

I am dissatisfied,

Singing is more boring than shouting.

The whole world says they want to vomit

I want to ask you to shut up,

Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

Do you know that I have good intentions?

If you have the guts, don't let your fans defend you.

Ahem, ahem.”

Wang Haixia shook his head, a little unable to continue. He kept humming, humming.

Zhou Xianting wanted to pick it up, but couldn't pick it up for a while. Zhao Mo next to him patted his thigh and picked it up.

“Plagiarizing and slandering everything about me

Shameless humiliation and malice made me realize

What is original and what is dream?

What kind of etiquette, justice and shame?

Just a fig leaf

What talent and competition

What Chinese music scene?

No more money than the money in my pocket.”
To be continued...