Country Composer

Chapter 9 Great Injustice

Soon, half the song was sung.

To be honest, Ma Xiaoshu's singing is really average, without any technique at all, barely out of tune.

but……

It's really nice to hear.

This is the unanimous feeling of the judges, contestants and audience.

Even one of the female judges against Ma Xiaoshu couldn't pick out the bone in the egg, although she really wanted to.Because, the lyrics are completely ironic to her, a naked slap in the face.

But unfortunately, for a while, she really couldn't find any faults with this song.

He could only grit his teeth in incompetence and rage.

Live barrage:

"Is this his meow acting?"

"How can you be so strong?"

"I do not believe."

"The silicone face of the female judge is swollen!"

"What a relief~"

"I can't write notes, but writing songs is a feeling. Hahahaha! It's a blockbuster!"

"Although it sounds good, I don't believe it was written on the spot."

"Is there a possibility that this guy was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger from the beginning?"

"It should be arranged by the program group."

"Anyway, there's still something about this Ma Xiaoshu."

"Am I the only one who noticed? Four of them in one dormitory advanced to three."

"Wow! That's outrageous..."

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the live broadcast room, the scene was very quiet.

The female judge's face hurts and she doesn't want to talk.

After Lao Zhou was shocked, he smiled so much that his back teeth were exposed, it was comfortable!It's just so comfortable!Who has no vision?Who is unprofessional?
I will not speak, so as to make you feel ashamed for a longer time.

The other two judges didn't say a word and watched the excitement.

Ma Xiaoshu groaned, reminding the female judges: "Oh Woer."

The female judge stared at Ma Xiaoshu: "Ah? What?"

Lao Zhou poked secretly: "English. Oh Woer means the end."

The female judge rolled her eyes angrily: "Okay, Ma Xiaoshu, you can leave..."

Lao Zhou interrupted the spellcasting: "Ma Xiaoshu, what's the name of this song? Shouldn't it be called "Country Composer"?"

The female judge almost gritted her teeth.

Ma Xiaoshu: "It's called Composer."

Old Zhou Zhou looked arrogant: "The writing is okay! I didn't embarrass me. Thank you, Teacher Lin? Thank you for giving you inspiration!"

Pass the knife.

Ma Xiaoshu took the knife and stabbed him: "Thank you, Teacher Lin! This is the first time I have written a complete song, thank you! Thank you! During the training camp, I will definitely ask you for advice. I hope you can bring me more songs. There are so many inspirations, no wonder your name is Mr. Lin, the Lin of inspiration. By the way, Mr. Inspiration, it is not convenient for you to add a WeChat, I feel that I am very close to you..."

This guy is overjoyed, and speaks upside down when he is angry.

The female judge surnamed Lin was already on the verge of explosion, and she was so fucking aggressive: "No need! Go quickly, don't affect the contestants behind."

Ma Xiaoshu looked regretful, and ran over to shake hands with her actively, saying, "Oh, thank you Teacher Inspiration! I also thank Teacher Zhou, and the other two... I will not thank you. Goodbye!"

Judge Lin withdrew his hand, wiped his clothes, and stared angrily at Ma Xiaoshu as he left the stage triumphantly.

This time... careless!

Little bastard, wait until the training camp to participate in the Western Division main game, let's see how I will take care of you!
Outside, Gou Jian was already lying flat on the floor, and his heart was cold: "Why? What is it...why?"

There are a total of four people in a dormitory, all of whom have advanced, except him.

The seed of injustice is actually me? !

Gou Jian knew that Ma Xiaoshu could often hum a line or two, but that didn't mean anything. He still learned the numbered notation from Lao Tzu. He didn't understand how to play the guitar, so he still wrote songs?
How the hell did he explode?

This song "Composer" was written... so good!
Zhu Ganglie and Niu Jiji smiled knowingly.

A world where only Gou Fugui gets hurt... has been achieved.

Ma Xiaoshu came back with the promotion card, looked down at Fu Guier on the ground, with an innocent face: "You can see it too, I tried my best to refuse, but... she suddenly gave me inspiration."

20 yuan for 3000 days, including food and accommodation, rich inspiration.

This is something Ma Xiaoshu can refuse?
Gou Jian: "..."

Ma Xiaoshu said again: "Fugui, why don't you give me [-], and I'll record the things taught in the training camp and sell them to you."

Gou Jian pressed his heart again: "Hiss... Get lost!"

Ma Xiaoshu looked at Zhu Biao, shrugged and said, "I lost my mind."

Zhu Biao: "It's not decent."

Niu Ziming: "Get up and let the ground cool. If you are sick, Ma Zuotian will buy you medicine and you will have to pay the difference."

"Fuck..."

Gou Jian finally got up, and it made sense. A pack of cold medicine costs ten yuan, even if the family has mines.

The four happily went to eat noodles, and Gou Jian cried while eating.

Probably happy for the promotion of the three roommates.

Go back to dorms.

Gou Jian went completely crazy, and threw all the music theory books in the cabinet on the ground:
"Why? Ah!! I have studied for four years and practiced for four years! I also spent money to hire dance teachers, vocal music teachers, guitar teachers, and physique teachers... I practice every weekend and holiday, without a day off However, life is more tiring than that dog's life in Ma Zoutian..."

Zhu Biao, Niu Ziming and Ma Xiaoshu stuck out their tongues sympathetically:

"A little bit..."

Gou Jian picked up the dance clothes and threw them on the ground: "Fuck you! I don't want to learn!"

After smashing it, he picked up the guitar again.

Ma Xiaoshu came over and snatched the guitar: "Don't smash this one, I can just use it when I go to the training camp."

Serious people who spend their own money on guitars?

Gou Jian was taken aback: "Ah? What the hell are you... are you still human? You're so ugly that you can sing badly and still want to be a composer? The judges are all fucking blind..."

Habitual rhymes!
As he spoke, he raised the back keyboard again.

Zhu Biao flashed over: "This is quite handsome, let me play with it."

Gou Jian: "Ah? What are you supposed to do? Wear a tank top to show off lumpy flesh everywhere, don't shave your armpits, shit walking hormones, what the hell are you walking armpit hair! Pimple hair!"

Frustrated, Gou Fugui picked up the custom-made orange microphone again.

Niu Ziming: "Give me Kangkang, hehe, I haven't used a microphone worth tens of thousands of dollars since I grew up..."

Gou Jian: "Beast! That's the microphone I'm going to use to participate in the finals, you little boy, you... ah yes, you deserve to be promoted, woo woo..."

Taking a step back, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and Da Yuanzhong raised his laptop above his head.

The three roommates suddenly fell silent at the same time: "..."

Gou Jian: "Did I smash it?"

No one paid any attention to him, they all lowered their heads and fiddled with the newly obtained equipment.

"I'm so screwed!"

"..."

boom!
The computer screen was shattered.

Ma Xiaoshu played the guitar, and slowly raised his head: "Eh? I suddenly remembered that there are still three competition area auditions for this show. Are you going to try?"

Gou Jian suddenly petrified: "That's right! Damn...my computer..."

Ma Xiaoshu pointed to the computer with a broken screen on the ground, with a sincere expression on his face: "It's broken, do you still want it?"

Gou Jian once again covered his heart, and staggered: "Ma Xiaoshu, what the hell are you..."

(End of this chapter)