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Jester closed his eyes.

To be honest, Yu Yunlong sang My Chinese Heart very well, but it was so harsh in Jester's ears.

He didn't understand why this international student named Yu Yunlong deceived him. If he wanted to sing this song, he had just said so before. It's not like he couldn't give in.

But the other party obviously promised that he would not sing this song, but he still sang this song after he got on stage.

hehe.

Jester sneered. Was he trying to embarrass him? Just because you also have a good impression of Qin Shuyao? What kind of morbid thinking is this? He is not afraid of legitimate competition, but this method is too underhanded, but it is not that simple to embarrass yourself.

As time went by, Yu Yunlong's song had come to an end. Qin Shuyao was also a little anxious for Jester. She couldn't help but take the initiative to hold Jester's hand tightly, with an anxious look on her face. Embarrassed, he kept saying: I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I really didn't expect Yu Yunlong to be like this. He wasn't like this before. He often helped his classmates...

There was a warm feeling in the hand held by Qin Shuyao, but Jester suddenly showed a smile. He said word by word: It's none of your business, and it's not just a song. Isn’t it okay if I choose another song at random? There’s no shame in singing poorly.”

No shame... The smile on Jester's face gradually turned cold. He was not the kind of person who could do it without being seen.

He is not a generous person.

Moreover, some Chinese people who took the initiative to give this song to Jester also looked at Jester in surprise. Didn't Jester say that he wanted to sing this song? When they saw Jester's face that seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the cold glint in his eyes from time to time as he looked at the foreign student who was singing passionately on the stage, they understood what had happened.

He was played.

Some people who were originally jealous of Jester showed gloating expressions.

Jester originally didn't take this impromptu singing performance seriously. Originally, he just planned to sing a random song, but now, he can no longer care about it.

If he tolerated this time, in the eyes of many people, it would not be his generosity, but his cowardice.

So, he is now thinking about what song he should choose.

He only memorized a few of the songs with accompaniments, but they were not suitable for him to sing.

Then he can only find one in his memory. To be honest, he can sing not many songs, but not many, but some songs need accompaniment to feel good. If he wants to sing a cappella, unless his voice unbelievable.

Chinese is very suitable, but if it is sung a cappella, unless he has Lin Zhixuan's voice, Men Should Be Strong is also very good, but this song is too difficult, unless he has Lin Zixiang's golden voice.

The problem is that I don’t have any of these. If I insist on singing a cappella, I will only show my ugly voice with a voice that can’t even be called an amateur. So what should I choose?

At this time, Yu Yunlong's singing also ended. The lyrics of this song were really touching, and his singing level was also very high. Many people shed tears while the audience burst into warm applause. .

Then the announcer announced the next singer to take the stage.

Next, Li Jie!

He hadn't made a decision yet, but looking at Yu Yunlong who came down from the stage with a smile on his face, Jester's eyes turned cold.

He may not be able to show his timidity at this time.

Although he had not yet chosen which song he would sing, Jester stood up and walked towards the stage.

Jester and Yu Yunlong walked opposite each other, and they both stopped halfway.

There was an apologetic look on Yu Yunlong's face, and he said sheepishly: Mr. Li, I really don't have many songs that I'm good at. I looked at that playlist several times and found that this one is the only one I'm good at, so I decided to I sang, I’m really sorry.”

He said apologetic words, and his tone seemed to be sincere, but Jester still saw a trace of pride in his eyes that could not be concealed no matter what.

Jester narrowed his eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth, and revealed a sinister smile.

It doesn't matter, I have other options.

Yu Yunlong couldn't see any anger on Jester's face, which made him a little uncomfortable. He did this because he knew it was harmless to Jester. At most, it would make him lose face in the Chinese circle. But he wanted to see Jester become angry and angry. He just hated the way Jester always smiled and pretended to be friendly to everyone, but in fact he was so repulsive to everyone.

He just wanted Qin Shuyao to see Jester make a fool of himself.

However, he was disappointed. Jester did not yell at him as he expected. He was looking forward to this. He was just an ordinary international student, and Jester was not.

If Jester did this, the only one who would be embarrassed would be himself.

Jester didn't look at Yu Yunlong again, and walked past him towards the stage.

The staff asked him what song he planned to sing. Unexpectedly, Jester shook his head and said lightly: I don't sing.

No singing! Not only did the staff have strange expressions on their faces, but after the microphone spread throughout the banquet hall, everyone also had strange expressions on their faces.

What's he going to do if he doesn't sing?

This is the question on everyone's mind.

Jester still had the same indifferent tone: I'm not very good at singing. I originally wanted to sing My Chinese Heart, but the gentleman in front of me whose name I don't know has already sung it, and he sang it much better than me. If there are too many, I will not show my shame, but since I got the lottery, I have to play. I thought of a poem I wrote before, which was written in the elegant ode style of The Book of Songs. I felt pretty good about myself. , just show off your embarrassment and let everyone evaluate it.

A poem?

Yu Yunlong curled his lips with some disdain, and did he still do it in an elegant and eulogizing style? He didn't brag and didn't write a draft. He simply didn't believe that a banana man who grew up in the United States and received an American education could write any elegant poems in the style of odes.

Everyone in the audience was buzzing with discussion. Although they didn't know the details of the sudden change, they still applauded with encouragement.

In the eyes of many people who don't know the inside story, it may be that the young man on the stage really can't sing.

Jester stood in the center of the stage, scanning the scene with his eyes. He saw the gloating expressions of some people. These people were the Chinese who gave him My Chinese Heart and Qin Shuyao, who knew that they had been cheated. There was a worried look on his face, and Yu Yunlong's slightly amused expression, as if he was waiting for a good show.

Then the corners of his mouth moved slightly, revealing a careless smile.

Just when he passed by Yu Yunlong, he remembered a song, a very famous song.

But this song is in Japanese, and he doesn’t understand Japanese. Moreover, this song is so majestic that even if he understands Japanese, he won’t be able to control it.

However, the lyrics of the Chinese translation of this song are in an elegant and eulogizing style. They are very well written and very high-level. When Jester saw it for the first time, he was immediately amazed.

Jester coughed and cleared his throat.

He said into the microphone: This poem is called China because I often see Westerners in the United States disdainful of China and feel a little angry, so I wrote it because I have not returned to China since I was born. I have been to my hometown, but it can also be regarded as a kind of nostalgia for my hometown in China.

Then Jester began chanting.

The voices in the audience also fell silent.

It's raining and falling, and no scenery can be seen. The sky hangs in all directions, and there is a blur. The journey is bumpy, and I go alone, chasing dreams like stars, without thinking about tiredness.

Creeping like a white bird, working hard like being shackled. Rejoicing with others without questioning, rejoicing with others without any doubts.

My heart is here, where is it going? It's this person, nothing else. Even though I'm in jail, my heart is unyielding, and I can't move anyone with the power to pull up the mountain.

The name of my country is called Huaxia. It is a vast divine state with black pupils and black hair. There is no need to be obscure or complicated. The country where my people live is vast and vast.

The name of my country is called Huaxia. It is a vast divine state with black pupils and black hair. There is no need to be obscure or complicated. The country where my people live is vast and vast.

The monsoon wind comes with swaying willows and wicker baskets to soothe the worries. It transforms into catkins and scatters everywhere. It sprouts into seedlings and grows strong.

However, my heart is filled with thoughts of returning home, and my longing for my family is so deep. The gables are high, and the breeze can pass through, but I can't block the chasm between people and the sky.

The name of my country is called Huaxia. It is a vast divine state with black pupils and black hair. There is no need to be obscure or complicated. The country where my people live is vast and vast.

The name of my country is called Huaxia. It is a vast divine state with black pupils and black hair. There is no need to be obscure or complicated. The country where my people live is vast and vast.

All the countries in the world show their place, cut the iron and cut it, and call it the middle land. In the country where I live, I sing lightly, and the time is endless and the heaven's movement is constant.

The name of my country is called Huaxia. It is a vast divine state with black pupils and black hair. There is no need to be obscure or complicated. The country where my people live is vast and vast.

Poetry is a song that does not need a soundtrack, especially ancient poetry. In Jester's ups and downs of chanting, everyone seems to have fallen into that traveler in a foreign land, wandering in the rain, like catkins in the wind, but for the homeland and China , that kind of deep attachment and extremely proud emotion.

Especially those old people who have lived overseas for decades. Halfway through Jester's poem, they stood up involuntarily, and their eyes were once again filled with tears.

At first, their voices were very weak, but gradually more and more voices gathered and became clear.

At the same time, he whispered a line from Jester's poem.

The name of my country is called Huaxia. It is a vast divine state with black pupils and black hair. There is no need to be obscure or complicated. The country where my people live is vast and vast.

Moreover, as Jester continued to recite, more and more people felt the passionate volcanic eruption of emotional catharsis in this poem. As if they felt the same, they involuntarily stood up and joined in the silent recitation. of the lineup.

The name of my country is called Huaxia. It is a vast divine state with black pupils and black hair. There is no need to be obscure or complicated. The country where my people live is vast and vast.

The emotion of this poem is so passionate that people can't help but fall into it.

Especially the kind of pride for China is extremely rare in this era, and it is extremely rare for Chinese people to see the prosperous outside world. These athletes from the country, as well as some officials of the delegation, never imagined that a person would never Chinese people who have never been to mainland China can be so proud of being Chinese.

Because if I were not so proud, I would not be able to write such an emotional poem.

Yu Yunlong stared at all this with his mouth open. He really couldn't believe that this banana man could actually write such a good poem!

But how is this possible!

At this time, he saw that almost everyone in the audience stood up, followed Jester's singing, and chanted the most touching line of the poem in unison.

The name of my country is called Huaxia. It is a vast divine state with black pupils and black hair. There is no need to be obscure or complicated. The country where my people live is vast and vast.

There was no sense of identification with this poem in his heart. When he looked at Jester's face on the stage, there was a look of immense hatred on his face.

Not only did all his plans fail, but he also made a clever promise to let Jester steal the show.

At this time, Jester's eyes also drifted towards him, and his originally gentle eyes became extremely cold in an instant.

ps1: Since I’m not satisfied with this paragraph, I won’t ask for recommendation votes.

ps2: I’ve already written the beginning, so let me finish this paragraph. I won’t write about the emotional scenes in detail in the future. I’ll just write about the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games and Xu Haifeng’s first gold medal, and then it’s over.