When Brother Ming heard this loud voice, he had only one idea.

Do you want this child's throat?

If you sing like this, I'm afraid you'll be useless if you sing a few lines.

It's like the treble of the silver bottle breaking the water slurry bursting out,

Gu Xiaobai lowered his tune, spread his hands, and the sound of the guitar gradually rose.

"gunfire……"

Fu Wenyao stood on the back of Gu Xiaobai's left, playing the guitar with all his attention. He didn't realize that Brother Ming had actually arrived, nor did he notice that the phone in his pocket had ringed several times.

The next second, it exploded again.

“——Ran↗——Tian↗!!!!!!”

At that moment, Brother Ming's eyes were about to pop out.

c6!

The shocking c6 is so stupid that you can still pronounce the word! You can also pronounce the word!

Where did you come from the monster? Is that Mik?

Brother Ming felt that his hands loosen, and the piano case in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Gu Xiaobai stood on the stage, facing the wheat frame, like a proud lion, looking at the world with a domineering look.

He is a tyrant king who is killed and killed, and he is a peerless general who is on the battlefield.

At this moment, he was the king on the stage and the king on the scene.

This is a real superstar!

"The nation is in danger and the country is in trouble, and the parents are in trouble and the younger brother is hungry and cold..."

His right hand held the wheat frame, his left hand slowly swung his hand from the air, his eyes following his left hand, his breath sank and his palms sank.

The rocking arm in the air, with the camera, followed his palms, the face that was faintly visible behind his palms, and the sharp eyes that could not even be blocked by his palms, and the handsome and shiny face.

At this moment, the baseball cap on his head was worn back behind his head. If an ordinary person wears it like this, it would give people a feeling of being in a scattered manner. However, this hat, on Gu Xiaobai's head, gave people the feeling of being handsome and unruly, as if even the hat was glowing.

Gu Xiaobai suddenly closed his left hand and his fingers were closed together. Instead of clenching his fists, his index finger and thumbs were closed together, and his thumb was bent, like a pistol. His voice wandered in high notes that humans could not reach, and then he paused word by word.

"The heavy responsibility lies on my shoulders!"

The domineering gestures and sharp words were like a pistol sweeping the audience angrily.

If it were on an American campus, the school police would probably rush up and knock him down.

Uncle policeman, this man has a gun in his hand!

He has a gun!

In the audience, countless people felt that at that moment, their hearts were about to be shot through by Gu Xiaobai.

They raised their hands, not knowing whether they were surrendering or resisting, and they were already roaring:

"The heavy responsibility lies with my shoulders, on my shoulders!"

Behind Gu Xiaobai, several rock musicians singing harmony roared and said, "On my shoulders! On my shoulders! On my shoulders, whimper--"

The "gun" in Gu Xiaobai's hand was from left to right, from right to left, and then suddenly put it away and clenched his fists.

The arranged riff entered, and the heavy metal music trembled the audience, mixed with screams and roars.

All the audience members were high, and they were dancing and shouting, their voices seemed to shake their eardrums.

Brother Ming felt that his worldview was about to be subverted.

This school song, which was originally painful and slow, is actually not suitable for adapting into rock, let alone taking the path of metal rock.

But Fu Wenyao had the final say, and he was just here to help.

He wasn't very satisfied with the performance several times.

Congenital deficiencies cannot be compensated for innate deficiencies.

But now, what's going on in the explosion scene?

What's going on?

With the next two copies, Brother Ming felt that he was simply in a dream.

He felt like he was watching a performance.

It's like participating in a performance.

In this scene, Fu Wenyao obviously burst out at a level of 200%. After all the lyrics were over, Gu Xiaobai finished singing "Forgive me and not return", a shrill and cool high-pitch guitar exploded.

A long guitar solo stimulated everyone's eardrums. Behind the black bear drummer was almost jumping up as if he had been trained in a circus. The drum was almost broken, and the stage was shocked.

After solo, Gu Xiaobai grabbed the microphone with both hands, came to the microphone, pressed his throat to the bottom, and used the microphone's near-field sound effect to expand his bass resonance, suppressing the excessively rich treble overtones, and a bass with a rap metal style came out.

"last night

I walked through the campus

An old man standing by the lake

He asked

Have you seen it

A girl in white skirt

He said

That's his sweetheart

He has missed him for decades

He said

I'm back

Why don't you wait for me?

The sound almost made on the microphone was amplified to the maximum, but the high notes were ignored, making Gu Xiaobai's originally high-pitched voice so low that it was like a whisper, so low that his ears were about to itch. As soon as the last sentence fell, the guitar in Fu Wenyao's hand popped up a muffled sound that seemed to be broken, and then covered the guitar.

Gu Xiaobai grabbed the brim of his hat with his left hand, turned forward, and lowered his head.

Everything is silent.

Gu Xiaobai kept his head down, took out his cell phone, and took a sneak peek.

Completeness 70%.

Only 70%? Gu Xiaobai pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

The brim of the hat completely covered his front face, only revealing the arc of his chin, and no one noticed his little movement at all.

With a "boom", the drum sounded again and then it stopped abruptly.

There was silence under the stage.

The applause has not yet sounded, and the cheers have not yet sounded.

But there was a loud cry first.

Lao Hong covered his face and cried loudly. His crying could shock half of the cafeteria.

Now, everyone was embarrassed to applaud and scream, and they all looked at Lao Hong's direction and discussed in a low voice.

"The old man cried again..."

"It's so pitiful, I must have remembered something."

"Are the last lyrics newly added?"

"Sing well..."

"Maybe it's the story of the old man..."

"Xiaobai can actually sing bass! My ears are about to get pregnant..."

Lao Hong seemed to feel embarrassed, so he quickly wiped the tears from his face and shouted in his own bell-like voice: "Okay!"

While applauding, he wiped his tears.

Then, screams and cheers finally rang out.

On the stage, Gu Xiaobai raised his head, looked down, and smiled embarrassedly, lowered his head and stretched out a finger, scratched his cheek.

At this time, Gu Xiaobai was completely different from the domineering stage king just now.

He looked well-behaved and shy, just like a primary school student who had just finished the exam and was standing on the stage to receive praise from the teacher.

The cheers in the audience became more and more noisy, and I don’t know how many people were shouting:

"Ake Anke!"

"Sing another song!"
To be continued...