This... Isn't Too Good Right? (Smile)
Chen Ling saw that blue clothes walk Off Stage down, towards himself bitterly smiling.
"Disappointed?" Chen Ling asked.
"...Sigh." Li Qingshan looked at those judges. Opened his mouth wanting to say something, ultimately still sighed saying, "Perhaps, perhaps it's my acting still not good enough, next year work hard again right..."
"Can't you see it out? They fundamentally didn't listen to your performance."
"I know. This exactly explains I still must practice. One day, I will make them look directly at me." Li Qingshan's voice was incomparably firm.
"..."
For a moment, Chen Ling also couldn't distinguish whether Li Qingshan was truly stupid or falsely stupid. Such a stubborn person instead was rarely seen.
"What era is it already, still have people Singing traditional opera?" A sneering sound transmitted from the side. A tall figure disdainfully glanced at Li Qingshan, "Brainless and sightless Naive Youth. Even if you sing for a hundred years, also impossible to walk out of this broken town!"
"Number 23, Number 23 Wu Shaohua!"
Shouting sounds transmitted from the front. That figure provocatively glanced at Li Qingshan one glance, taking large strides walking towards On Stage.
Wu Shaohua...
Chen Ling remembered this name. He just now in Supervisor Sun's metal cabinet, discovered this name's large sum of transferred-in amount.
"Interesting... It seems need to change The Script a bit." Chen Ling looked at that back figure taking large strides going On Stage. Fine lights flickered in his eyes, like calculating something.
Li Qingshan sighed a breath. The tightly grabbed both fists in his sleeves helplessly loosened. Eyes dark gray saying towards Chen Ling:
"Brother Lin, let's go right."
Li Qingshan once again failed to pass the preliminary test, also had no necessity to continue staying here. Waiting for him perhaps was again a round of spring going and autumn coming... That suit of blue clothes stood lonely and alone outside the crowd, desolate and helpless.
"Why need to go?" Chen Ling faintly opened his mouth.
"Ah? Do you want to continue watching?"
"The good play hasn't started yet. Going now, is truly somewhat a pity." Chen Ling turned his head looking at Li Qingshan, "Regardless of what, thank you for treating me to a meal yesterday. Starting from now... we have never seen each other before, also don't know each other, understand?"
After saying, Chen Ling then turned around walking towards the other side of the venue.
"Brother Lin?"
Li Qingshan blankly looked at that leaving red clothes. Didn't understand his meaning. Just wanting to walk forward to pursue asking, a burst of ear-piercing Singing sound then transmitted from On Stage.
Only seeing Wu Shaohua standing in the center of the Stage. One hand holding a microphone, the other hand excitedly waving in the air, like performing a ritual.
"Seeing injustice on the road roaring a sound hey!"
"When it's time to make a move then make a move hey!!"
"Wind wind fire fire charging through the Nine Provinces yo~~~"
The wild voice echoed on the venue. Everyone all subconsciously frowned. This Singing voice had no technique and Aura to speak of. No, strictly speaking even could only be considered rapping, because even such a simple melody, he also almost wasn't on tune.
"Who is this person ah?"
"Wu Shaohua, is a person of that Wuzhen Wu Family right? His dad seemingly is a relative of some singing star in the Red Dust Main City..."
"Wu Dongxuan?? Is it that famous singer? He is Wu Dongxuan's relative??"
"No wonder... this is wanting to pull their own family's junior to enter the Main City together ah?"
"But this is also sung too poorly. This cannot let him pass right?"
"..."
The crowd on the audience seats were whispering. And Wu Shaohua On Stage then completely immersed in his own world. Singing sounds became increasingly reckless and unbridled. In front of his wild voice, those doubting sounds as if all disappeared.
At the same time, the faces of the six judges were also somewhat ugly looking. They looked at each other one glance, in their eyes full of bitterness.
This money, truly isn't easy to earn ah...
"Old Sun this fellow doing what? Up to now still hasn't come??"
"Yeah, is he also busy?"
"Wait until this person's Performance ends, I'll go look for him."
The few judges while speaking, while moving pens. Still not waiting for Wu Shaohua to finish Singing, six uniform "8"s had already been recorded on the form.
"Tch..."
Right at this time, a burst of sneer transmitted from the side.
Amidst the crowd's soft whispers, this laughing sound appeared exceptionally abrupt. Moreover exactly stuck on the node of Wu Shaohua taking a breath, making the currently immersively howling Wu Shaohua's face stiffen.
His Singing voice abruptly stopped.
Everyone's gazes looked towards the direction the laughing sound transmitted from. Only seeing at the Stage edge, a red-clad figure was currently leaning against the wall. The black veil covered his appearance, yet couldn't cover his contemptuous and absurd smile. After the Singing voice stopped, the laughing sound instead became increasingly clear.
Wu Shaohua deadly stared at Chen Ling in the corner, wishing he could swallow him raw and skin him alive. Holding the microphone coldly opened his mouth:
"What are you laughing at?"
"Sorry, my body recently is a bit unwell." Chen Ling shrugged his shoulders, lightly smiling opening his mouth, "Sometimes will be unable to stop loudly laughing... especially seeing laughable matters."
"Is my Singing very laughable???"
"Not laughable, not laughable at all." Chen Ling said with a stern face.
This sentence coming out, the crowd on the audience seats one after another couldn't help but whisper up. Mingled with light laughing sounds within. They looked at the violently enraged Wu Shaohua On Stage, a face expressing preparation to watch a good play. After all these people more or less all knew some Inside Story. If quotas were taken by other people with real ability it would be easy to say, but with Wu Shaohua's kind of level, in their hearts they were extremely unconvinced.
Chen Ling's appearance, could be considered helping them let out a breath of foul air. However they were also very curious, Young Master Wu Shaohua being set On Stage so ugly-looking, in a while how should it be wrapped up?
"You!!!" Seeing out Chen Ling's banter, Wu Shaohua became furiously angry.
"Enough." A supervisor coldly looked towards Chen Ling, "During Performance, picking quarrels and provoking troubles. What number are you? I will directly cancel your preliminary test qualification! And lifelong not allowed to test again!"
Wu Shaohua hearing this, his face finally considered to have eased a bit. The gaze looking towards Chen Ling was full of sarcasm.
Who knew Chen Ling completely uncaringly waved his hand,
"I didn't register. I exactly just came over to watch the bustle."
"???"
Not only the judges, Wu Shaohua also blanked. Generally speaking cancelling qualification and lifelong not allowed to test again this kind of punishment, to their this industry speaking can be considered a destructive blow. But they absolutely didn't expect, Chen Ling fundamentally didn't plan to participate in the competition... exactly like punching out with full strength, yet hitting on cotton. That kind of stifled feeling instantly surged onto their hearts.
Seeing Chen Ling still staring at himself with bantering gaze, Wu Shaohua's chest intensely heaved. He knew using the theatrical company's rules couldn't bind Chen Ling. Simply coldly opened his mouth:
"Looking at your attire, should also be Singing opera right?
If you have the ability you come up and perform a segment. Letting the various judges give a score. If your score is higher than mine, I Wu Shaohua then will admit my Singing is laughable, then kowtow three ringing kowtows to you... However if your score is inferior to mine, you then kneel down and kowtow thirty to me, how about it?"
Wu Shaohua exactly wanted to provoke Chen Ling, letting him step onto this trap. After all these six judges were all his own people. Whenever Chen Ling came up, the one making a fool of himself in the end definitely would be Chen Ling. He wanted to make this fellow kowtow to himself, only like this can wash away the humiliation on his body!
But what he didn't expect was, this request exactly was mentioned into Chen Ling's heart,
Chen Ling stroked his sleeves, narrowing his eyes, with a faint smile opening his mouth:
"Aiya... this... isn't too good right?"
【Audience Expectation Value +4】