My wife is on the show, I can't hide it anymore

"Hmph, if Shi Shi hadn't gotten sick for no reason, how could Wang Yang be allowed to be rampant today!"

After Wang Yang left, Tudou kicked the bottle off the ground with an irritable kick, and cursed in a low voice with a gloomy face.

Bamboo Gan's mood also sank down, and he silently touched Bei Si beside him.

Seeing that the momentum of the team was getting lower and lower, Wang Zhipeng stood up hastily, and reprimanded them loudly:

"What's the matter with the two of you, even before you started the game, you conceded the defeat yourself.

This time we have a cousin, and our strength has not decreased much.

As far as Wang Yang's rubbish singing skills, how could it be better than us! "

After scolding the two companions, Wang Zhipeng turned to look at Zheng Yan again, forced a smile on his face and comforted him:
"Cousin, don't feel pressured, just play your own."

"Yes, Brother Yan, don't worry, Tudou and I will cooperate with you."

Bamboo pole and Tudou also knew that their condition was not right, and hurriedly echoed Wang Zhipeng's words, as if they were very worried that what they said just now would affect Zheng Yan, which made their small chance of winning even lower.

"Don't worry, I won't hold you back."

Zheng Yan nodded, and his attitude was a little more serious.

He was actually not interested in the games of these brats just now, he just planned to play it casually.

But after observing Wang Zhipeng for a while, he found that this kid has a pretty good personality.

In addition, he is a relative of his own, so he has to help no matter what.

Immediately, he decided in his heart that he would bring these little guys on stage later to stimulate their potential.

The competition started soon, and "Clear Sky" sung by Wang Yang's band had already sounded on the stage.

The style of this song is very brisk, and it is also very suitable for Wang Yang's voice.

Zheng Yan listened for a while, and found that Wang Yang was really capable, except that his basic skills were not good enough, his breath handling was a bit messy, his turning point was a bit blunt, and his emotional expression was not outstanding enough.

Generally speaking, it has reached a relatively high level among amateur players.

"Yes, "Clear Sky" by Samsara performed perfectly.

Not only the lead singer Wang Yang's handling of the details of the song is in place, but the cooperation of the whole band is also very tacit, almost no worse than a professional band.

If the full score is [-], I can score at least [-] points. "

After Wang Yang sang, the judges' comments began outside.

Zheng Yan couldn't help but take a look at the judging panel, wanting to see who was so thick-skinned that he could boast to the fullest against his conscience.

There were a total of three judges sitting in the judges' seat under the stage. The two judges on the left and right, a man and a woman, were obviously still students, and only the young man in the middle was a bit older.

Next to the young man, there is also professional equipment live broadcasting, and it is clear that he has a lot of background.

At this time, it was the young man in the middle with a rough face and slightly uncoordinated facial features who made the comment.

"Cousin, the person commenting now is brother Hao, the million-level Douyin blogger invited by Wang Yang.

The men and women on both sides are high-achieving students from Changhai Conservatory of Music. The man's name is Ma Pingsheng, and the woman's name is Li Qianqian.

But cousin, don't worry, the judges only have 1 vote in their hands, today's victory depends mainly on the [-] public judges. "

Wang Zhipeng introduced the judge Yiyi to Zheng Yan.

In order not to let Zheng Yan lose his fighting spirit, he specifically pointed out the rules of the game.

Zheng Yan nodded, a little bit ironic.

Unexpectedly, there are public judges in the small park competition.

After Brother Hao finished his comments, the two male and female judges next to him also commented a few sentences.

Fortunately, the comments of these two people are quite satisfactory, and they did not close their eyes to flatter like Brother Hao.

After the reincarnation band performed, it was time for the Fei Yang band to play.

"Flying youth, no regrets in winning or losing!"

Wang Zhipeng took the lead in shouting with great enthusiasm in the background, and began to cheer for his band.

"Flying youth, no regrets in winning or losing!!"

"Flying youth, no regrets in winning or losing!!"

Bamboo poles and potatoes naturally strongly echoed, repeating this slogan with great momentum.

Zheng Yan looked at the excited three people, and was a little speechless for a while, which is too embarrassing.

Facing the expectant eyes of Wang Zhipeng and the other three, Zheng Yan finally could only shout along weakly.

After shouting the slogan, Wang Zhipeng took the lead and walked towards the stage with high spirits, looking like he was going to win.

"Damn it, who is that guitarist in a suit? He's so fucking handsome."

"Isn't the guitarist of the Feiyang band always a rock, why did they suddenly change?"

"I feel like I'm a bit old, but I like older uncles!"

"Come on, uncle, I like you!"

As soon as Zheng Yan appeared on the stage, Wang Zhipeng's limelight was overshadowed, and a large group of fans screamed inexplicably below the stage.

Those who didn't know thought it was the star who came to hold a concert.

Zheng Yan ignored the voices from the audience, carefully adjusted his guitar, and made the final preparations before the performance.

"It's too pretentious to play the guitar in a suit."

"Don't talk about it, look at this person's serious appearance, he really has the demeanor of a master."

"Brother Hao, do you think this band can win?"

In Brother Hao's live broadcast room, after Zheng Yan appeared on the stage, the sparse barrage instantly increased.

Everyone was amazed by Zheng Yan's image.

"Samsara will definitely win!"

Brother Hao watched the live broadcast room full of bullet screens praising Zheng Yan, which made his already unhappy mood even more unhappy, and he came to a firm conclusion.

However, Brother Hao also quickly noticed that his emotions were wrong, and hastily added two explanations:
"As you all heard just now, this person just joined the band temporarily.

What the band pays attention to is cooperation, if it does not go through a long period of practice.

No matter how strong one's personal strength is, it is nothing but a mess of loose sand.

In addition, these children's foundations are not strong, and they are temporarily replaced. Isn't this playing the piano indiscriminately! "

"Brother Hao is right. It seems that this band is doomed."

"Brother Hao, after the competition is over, can you help me get a contact information from that guitarist? I want to learn guitar from him!"

"I want it too, I want it too!"

"I don't know if this guitarist accepts male apprentices."

Brother Hao's explanation was accepted by many people in the live broadcast room, and they all felt that the Feiyang band was doomed.

It's just that the barrage in the live broadcast room began to change gradually, making Brother Hao's expression gloomy again.

His guitar skills are also good, why have I never seen these netizens want to worship him as a teacher.

Now that I want to learn guitar when I see a handsome guy, it's too hypocritical.

Brother Hao also secretly decided in his heart that he must keep an eye on Zheng Yan later, and frantically criticize Zheng Yan.