My system, you can't mess with it

Chapter 189
Sitting in front of the piano, Xia Xing turned the words into a song by playing the piano.

"When did the bright moon ask the blue sky for wine?

不 知天上宫阙今夕 是 何 年

I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu

The heights are too cold to dance to find out the shadows
......"

The beautiful music melody and Xia Xing's magnetic voice once again shocked everyone!
The lights in the entire venue gradually dimmed, and a beam of light directly shone on Xia Xing in front of the piano.

The deep and magnetic voice resounded throughout the venue, accompanied by the beautiful melody of the piano, almost everyone was shocked by the wonderful music.

This song was sung by two singers in the previous life, one was Teresa Teng and the other was Faye Wong.

Both of them have a music status in China, and Xia Xing also sang this song according to their rhythm.

After a short period of silence, the audience at the scene once again gave out cheers and exclamations like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

"Xia Shen not only knows how to write songs, but also writes novels and sings so well."

"Xia Shen is so handsome!"

"Xia Xing, I love you!"

"Xia Xing..."

The auditorium was boiling, screams and shouts instantly pushed the enthusiasm of the entire awards show to its peak.

When the last verse was sung, Xia Xing stood up and walked towards Yang Weiwei step by step while singing a cappella.

With the last note falling, Xia Xing had already walked in front of Yang Weiwei.

Yang Weiwei also walked towards Xia Xing very cooperatively.

The two faced each other, and Yang Weiwei hummed the song to Xia Xing's rhythm.

At this moment, the screams sounded again, and the spotlight hit the two of them.

Xia Xing's hand stretched out gently, and Yang Weiwei also grabbed his hand, turned around and came to Xia Xing's arms.

"Nung, moon and new moon!"

Xia Xing finally sang the last verse.

Since Xia Xing had adjusted his charm to the highest level just now, both his voice and his movements were extremely chic, attracting countless girls to scream for him crazily.

The roar of the mountain and the tsunami sounded again, and the scene became Xia Xing's personal concert.

Many young people stood up, waving their light sticks excitedly.

"Xia Xing, Xia Xing, Xia Xing..."

The atmosphere was pushed to a climax again at this moment.

Xia Xing did not expect that the effect of this song would be so good, making the fans so crazy.

……

Under the stage, Mu Ke was completely stunned at the moment.

Mu Ke burst into tears with excitement, waving his hands frantically to the music.

At this moment, she was fascinated by Xia Xing's talent and demeanor.

Wu Bin was completely stunned, even the proud him lowered his head.

Only now did he realize that in front of Xia Xing, he was just a ridiculous clown.

The reason why Xia Xing didn't refute just now was because of disdain.

Compared with Xia Xing, what is the difference between his popularity and that of an ant.

Originally, he wanted to use Xia Xing to set off his excellence and nobility, but now he realized that he was simply a fool in Mu Ke's eyes.

Zhu Huawen, Zhang Mo and Yu Lei's faces were ashen at the moment.

They never dreamed that Xia Xing was so talented. Not only did he compose lyrics, but he also turned them into songs.

I have to say that this song adapted from words is really nice.

"The hatred value from Zhu Huawen is +666!"

"The hatred value from Zhang Mo is +333!"

"The hatred value from Lei is +229!"

"The hatred value from Zhao Xiaoying is +199!

"From..."

Xia Xing suddenly felt a little confused when he received Zhao Xiaoying's hatred value.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiaoying was also watching the live broadcast at the moment.

Xia Xing's heart sank, this girl must be jealous when it's over.

Thinking of his wife watching in front of the TV, Xia Xing hurriedly let go of Yang Weiwei's hand.

"Miss Yang, I wonder if you like this song?"

"I like it, I like it very much." Yang Weiwei said happily.

"However, I can't give you this song like this."

Hearing Xia Xing's words, Yang Weiwei froze for a moment, and everyone was a little surprised.

Didn't you agree to send Yang Weiwei this song just now?How did you change your mind in the blink of an eye.

Xia Xing smiled and said: "After all, I made up this poem impromptu, and my literary attainments are not enough, and I am only at an amateur level, so I still need to invite teachers Zhu Huawen, Zhang Mo and Yu Lei to write this poem. Let me give you some pointers to see what is lacking, and I will also improve my literary level."

Hearing Xia Xing's words, Yang Weiwei, who was still a little puzzled just now, almost didn't laugh.

Mu Ke couldn't help shaking his head.

Xia Xing is Xia Xing, and the pissing nature of revenge will never change.

At this moment, the three of Zhu Huawen had the urge to vomit blood.

You write this word so frighteningly that you need our advice?
The faces of the three of them suddenly looked like pig livers.

The three of them were completely overwhelmed by Xia Xing's poem just now, asking them to find fault was tantamount to slapping them in the face.

Yang Weiwei also smiled very cooperatively and said, "Mr. Zhu? Stop chatting and comment on the poem Xia Xing just created."

At this moment, Zhu Huawen has the urge to scold his mother. I deliberately pretend to be chatting with others. Don't you, the host, have any insight?Do not point me.

But at this moment, Zhu Huawen had no choice but to stand up in embarrassment.

He held the microphone for a long time before holding back two words: "Very good!"

Good!

In this kind of occasion facing a national audience, let you appreciate the words, how dare you say it is very good.

This is too level.

Immediately, there were bursts of boos from the audience.

At this moment, Xia Xing's eyes turned to Zhang Mo again.

Although Zhang Mo is young, he is indeed much more experienced than Zhu Huawen.

Before Xia Xing made trouble, he said directly: "Mr. Xia's poem is indeed very good, but it is an ancient prose after all. I wonder how good Mr. Xia's prose poetry is?"

Xia Xing smiled faintly: "I know a thing or two."

Hearing Xia Xing said that he knew a thing or two, the corners of Zhang Mo's mouth slightly raised.

Xia Xing said so on this occasion, obviously showing a guilty conscience.

Zhang Mo smiled and said, "Then I'll give Mr. Xia a question as well. Remember Mr. Zhu Huawen's famous work is "Goodbye Cambridge"."

Zhu Huawen nodded at the side: "Yes, that is a prose poem written by me when I was studying abroad at Cambridge University, and I wrote it when I was about to graduate."

Zhang Mo nodded: "Then please ask Mr. Xia to write a prose poem with this as the title!"

Hearing Zhang Mo's proposition, many people were a little angry.

This is too embarrassing, Zhu Huawen wrote "Goodbye Cambridge" when he graduated from Cambridge University, but Xia Xing may not have been to Cambridge University, isn't this frankly making things difficult for others?

All eyes were on Xia Xing, wanting to see his reaction.

At this time, Yang Weiwei on the side smoothed things over and said, "Mr. Xia probably hasn't been to Cambridge University, right? Mr. Zhang Mo's question is too biased."

Zhang Mo smiled: "A poet must have a rich imagination. Even if he has never been there, he should be able to feel the appearance of Cambridge from other people's poems and write him on paper, right?"

While talking, Zhang Mo looked at Xia Xing proudly.

However, Xia Xing did not rush, and said with a smile: "It is true that I have never been to Cambridge, but I have seen it on TV, and that is enough. Next, I will improvise a prose poem, please appreciate it."

(End of this chapter)