Kuai Chuan: Who said the villain is pure hearted

He yawned bored again, then picked up the pencil and started spinning.

The atmosphere on the court was fairly quiet, except for the occasional footsteps of the staff walking around, there was no other sound at all, and even the host hadn't started to speak some words of encouragement before the game.

However, the live broadcast room opened by the organizer of ME was full of noise.

"Ah...Chu Mu is here, and his appearance is still so good."

"Don't talk about it, if you want to say whether Chu Mu has plagiarized, it depends on whether you can clean it up this time."

"White it? Whitewashing is plagiarism. I have a classmate Shi Hammer from D University."

"That's right, Chu Mu is a scumbag."

At the big D scene, Feng Yixin, who was frantically swiping on his mobile phone, couldn't sit still. Watching the discussion in the live broadcast room, he wished he could go straight to the fight.

Immediately yelled at the gay friends to enter the live broadcast room to attack the crowd. My sister-in-law can occasionally dislike her, but others can't speak ill of the Feng family.

So in the live broadcast room, several vests with wrong styles appeared.

"What's wrong with Ren Chumu? He doesn't sing well and he still looks good. I praise Chumu."

"That's right, are you full? Come here for a walk when you're full?"

"Chu Mu, Chu Mu, I love you the most."

"Do you love him? Can you afford him? Chu Mu, take a bus."

"What the hell are you on the bus, your whole family is on the bus."

These people didn't know what was going on, scolding so shamelessly, Feng Yixin was so angry that he almost smashed the phone, with an expression on his face that wanted to strangle the person in the phone to death.

If you don't know, you think his girlfriend brought him a green hat.

Feng Yixin took a deep breath, and felt that he had made a mistake, why didn't he ask the old man to buy some sailors and praise his sister-in-law in the live broadcast room.

It's fine if you don't understand, the old man doesn't understand either, it's a failure.

Feng Beiming was disgusted by his cousin again.

With the introduction of the host, the competition officially started.

[The task is in progress, 10 points can be permanently exchanged for lyrics, composition and singing skills, please confirm! 】

Chu Mu picked up the tablet on the table, looked at the title, and the title was a song related to love.

Chu Mu raised his eyebrows. Now the major music charts are all related to love, but how to make songs that the audience likes is not easy.

Chu Mu read this topic, and began to write with a brush. The talent bestowed by the system is indeed well-deserved. Just seeing this topic, countless versions appeared in his mind. After thinking about it for a while, he compared himself I wrote down my favorite song on A4 paper.

Half an hour later, the live broadcast room exploded again. There was no other reason. The composition time was three hours, but it was only half an hour now, and Chu Mu finished writing.

This is either a top student scum, or a top student god.

"Hey, do you think it's true that Chu Mu can't do it? This is very similar to the way I messed up ABCD during the exam. Others took two hours to take the exam, and I took the exam for half an hour."

"I also think that Chu Mu really doesn't know how to do it. Otherwise, at least hum and change it after writing it. How could it be done after writing it?"

"You guys said before that Chu Mu is really talented, and talented people are carefully revising it. Did you see the number 6? I'm very optimistic about number 6."

"Yes, I like number 6 too."

No. 6 is Su Xin, writing the song hard.

Chu Mu glanced at the time. There were still two and a half hours. It was a long time. After sleeping, it was probably just time for the lottery concert.

So Chu Mu, who was wearing a high-end suit, fell asleep on the table like a high school student.

Viewers in the studio continued their freedom of speech.

"Sleeping for the exam, if our school dean sees it, he will be so angry that he will bald on the spot."

"Ah... I watched the live broadcast last time. Chu Mu's workshop made me think he is a hardworking person. I didn't expect that he is still sleeping now. Disappointed."

"Disappointing..."

"Chu Mu didn't know about the live broadcast, and then looked for opportunities to find someone else to change the song?"

"It's possible that he really didn't know there was a live broadcast."

"Hey...Chu Mu is probably completely cold after today. I still believed him before."

In the cubicle, Chu Mu, who fell asleep, dreamed of the time when he just climbed out of the Wangchuan River.

At that time, he didn't know who he was, sitting by the bridge of Naihe, looking at wandering souls, took the soup bowl from Po Meng's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.Then, walk through the Sansheng Stone, leave behind the past, forget the past, and start over.

And he seemed to be waiting, looking for, a very important person, a person who lived in my heart for a long, long time.

He didn't remember who he was or who he was looking for, so he could only build the Muqing Palace by the Wangchuan River, looking at the bridge of the Nai River every day, hoping to wait for the person he wanted to wait for.

He always thought that people would die, and that the person he was waiting for would have a day of reincarnation in the world.

But he waited for thousands of years, disappointed and disappointed, and still couldn't find the person he was looking for.

The flowers withered and bloomed, and the roses on the stone table changed one after another, but the people on the bridge left one after another.

Only him, day after day, year after year.

On the Wangchuan River, on the Wangchuan River, I have been waiting for someone for thousands of years.

Who is he waiting for?

There was a vague figure in the dream, it seemed to be Feng Beiming, but Feng Beiming was not like that, the person who appeared in the mist was more beautiful than Feng Beiming, more domineering and heroic.

"Mu Mu, I'll take you to play after I finish my work, won't my Mu Bao get bored?"

The person who spoke had a muffled laugh, as if this person had said a lot in my ear, but I couldn't remember anything, couldn't remember.

Who are you?who I am?

Chu Mu woke up suddenly and sat up straight.Has not fully woken up from the dream, frowning thinking about the scene in the dream.

Looking at the written piece of music on the table, after thinking about it, I took out a blank A4 paper and wrote a new piece of music.

In the live broadcast room, I saw Chu Mushen doing the same operation after waking up, and the pot exploded again.

"Ah...fuck, if you want to say that changing the previous song is okay, there are only 20 minutes left, what the hell is it to write a new one?"

"I dreamed about the Divine Comedy, so write it down as soon as you wake up?"

"The truth is revealed upstairs, it must be the Divine Comedy."

"puff……"

……

Chu Mu stopped writing, and the host also announced the end of the first session. The contestants' songs were temporarily picked up and sealed, and the songs could not be taken out of the sealed bags until the contestants went on stage to sing.

The contestants began to draw number plates, and began to sing in the order of the number plates.

This time, Su Xin drew 12, Chu Mu drew 17, and Su Xin sang in front of Chu Mu.

After smoking, Su Xin said to Chu Mu: "I'm in front of you again, Chu Mu, you have to work hard."

Su Xin felt that if he came to the stage first, he would definitely mess up Chu Mu's mind. As long as his mind is not stable, his chances of winning the medal will be even greater.

I have practiced this question countless times, and I am very satisfied with the piece I made just now. I will definitely win this time.

The chance of being the champion must be his own, Su Xin thought proudly.