Fast Travel: I Rely on Crazy Literature Raiders

After the host finished his opening remarks, the first contestant came on stage to perform.

The singing is mediocre, but the dancing is pretty good, but it lacks spirituality.

Other instructors gave advice to the players very tactfully, but Jiang Xu couldn't learn to be tactful and gave a very pertinent evaluation.

However, as soon as Jiang Xu's words came out, the barrage that was originally not too dense suddenly burst into curses.

【grass!Where did Jiang Bitch get the nerve to say that someone's singing is mediocre? 】

[No more, no more, I used to like her looks, but now I'm not, I'm not]

[Our meow can obviously dance very well, but where is the lack of spirituality? 】

[Actually, I think Jiang Xu’s evaluation is quite fair]

However, there are only a few rational people, and other instructors are very tactful in their words. Only Jiang Xu kept a straight face throughout the whole process, and his scores were always the lowest in the audience.

After a game, there was a lot of curses on the barrage.

The game is coming to an end, and the winner is Jiang Ningning.

She danced a classical dance, sang an ancient song, and had a drama at the climax. Compared with the previous contestants, Jiang Ningning was indeed much better, but she was too ostentatious, had no emotion, and had no spirituality.

The instructors unanimously praised it, except Jiang Xu.

Jiang Xu pointed out Jiang Ningning's problem to the point.

After Jiang Ningning listened, she thanked her sincerely. After saying her thanks, she continued to look at Jiang Xu sincerely, "Since the teacher can point out my shortcomings, he must know how to sing, right? So, the teacher can sing a section and let me learn it." Want to learn?"

His tone was sincere, his expression sincere, and he looked like he was asking for advice humbly.

Only Jiang Xu knew that this guy wanted to embarrass her on the spot.

After all, in the original plot, the heroine was indeed out of tune, and Jiang Ningning, the person who took the script, firmly believed this.

As soon as Jiang Ningning's words came out, everyone at the scene instantly felt the smell of gunpowder, and the director team went crazy with joy.

The director clapped his thighs and shouted: "Very good, that's what it's like. Isn't the heat coming now?"

There was also applause on the barrage.

[Hahaha, I agree with this young lady’s suggestion, Jiang Bitch, please do a bit]

<divclass="contentadv">[It’s so cool, let’s see how Jiang Bitch ends up]

[Really, would you like to feel better physically and mentally? 】

Jiang Xu's anti-fans and people who couldn't stand Jiang Xu all applauded. Jiang Xu's fans either turned negative or silently pretended to be dead.

After all, there is really no way to clean up the fact that Jiang Xu is out of tune.

Many fans wanted to scold him back, but they didn't know what to scold him for, and they felt very aggrieved.

Finally, in the anticipation of everyone, Jiang Xu held the microphone and spoke, "Since you humbly ask for advice, I can indeed teach you. However, I will only sing it once. Whether you can learn it or not depends on you."

【Fuck!This woman... who gave her the confidence! 】

[It’s already this time and I’m still pretending. 】

[Waiting to hear her off-key natural voice]

[The sound is muted. Please tell me after she finishes singing]

Not only the barrage, but also the people at the scene looked at Jiang Xu with expressions like "Are you crazy?"

Of course, except Sister Meng.

At this time, Sister Meng, who had heard Jiang Xu sing, felt a sense of loneliness and pride that everyone in the world was drunk and I was alone.

Amid the uproar, Jiang Xu held the microphone and spoke.

As Jiang Xu opened his mouth, his penetrating and cold voice filled the audience. His voice was like crying, and every syllable seemed to have its own life, smart and sad.

Qingyue's voice filled the entire scene, and everyone in the scene was as quiet as a chicken.

Because there was no accompaniment, Jiang Xu's voice was the only one present. It was a cappella, but it sounded better than with accompaniment.

There is an indescribable ethereal beauty.

The scene was quiet, and even the barrage screen was cleared for a few seconds for fear of disturbing the singing.