What earthy singer?Please call me a middle-aged idol

Chapter 149 Astonishing high-pitched voice, Master Mo, don't hit me!

Zuo Yuanli walked off the stage with a smile on his face.

When he left the studio and returned to the backstage lounge, the assistant couldn't help but admire:
"Brother Zuo, you performed really well today. I watched it for you in the live broadcast room just now. The feedback from the audience is extremely good. Don't worry, we will definitely get the most popular award."

Zuo Yuanli took off his red suit jacket unhurriedly, and said calmly:
"What if I can't get it?"

The assistant choked at the words.

He was in a hurry to flatter, but he never expected to hit the horse's leg.

"If I had been as blindly conceited as you were when I was young, I wouldn't be here today."

As Zuo Yuanli said, he put on a relatively thick coat, took a sip of the hot tea on the table, and then looked at the screen in the lounge, his gaze gradually became heavy.

Although he said so, as the king of heaven, if he loses to a junior, he will still lose face.

"Oh... If I had known earlier, I would not have come to this competition, what a fucking bad luck!"

There was a long sigh in the living room.

……

"Let me welcome the next singer——Zhao Mo, bringing his song "A Man Should Be Self-Strengthening"!"

After the host's announcement, he walked off the stage.

When the audience heard that Zhao Mo was going to take the stage, they immediately got excited.

"Yo yo yo, Zhao Mo actually appeared behind the king of heaven, the pressure is full!"

"Zhao Mo is too unlucky to be behind the Heavenly King. No matter how well he sings now, his brilliance will be overshadowed by Zuo Tianwang."

"I'm sorry Zhao Mo, although Auntie is your fan, but Zuo Tianwang is Auntie's youth, so I can't vote for you."

The audience lamented that Zhao Mo's luck was too bad. In their minds, they subconsciously thought that Zhao Mo must be inferior to Zuo Tianwang.

As for some middle-aged and elderly audiences, they used to support Zhao Mo very much, but when they met Zuo Tianwang, they still made a decisive choice and chose to support the latter.

In the rest room, Zuo Yuanli saw the flattery of the audience in the live broadcast room, and his eyelids trembled because of it.

The assistant quickly posted a smiling face and praised:
"Brother Zuo, look, there are so many fans supporting you, don't worry."

However, only a cold look responded to him.

The assistant immediately lowered his head and shrank back.

Zuo Yuanli continued to look at the bullet screen in the live broadcast room, his eyes became pitiful, and he began to pray in his heart: "Don't f*ck blow it anymore, after a while there will be no one..."

His eyes returned to the stage.

Zhao Mo's figure was not seen for a long time.

With the sound of heavy drums one after another, the hearts of the audience were instantly lifted.

Then, the gongs and drums sounded in unison, quite earth-shattering, and in an instant, dozens of young and middle-aged men in yellow trousers and yellow vests rushed to the stage, and the momentum unfolded like an overwhelming mountain.

These people looked like martial arts practitioners. Because they were all wearing vests, they all had broad shoulders and thick arms, and their bodies were full of tendons.

As soon as they came to the stage, they roared loudly and put on a fighting posture to meet the enemy.

The curtain was slowly opened, and Zhao Mo was dressed in a light gray robe, walking forward calmly like a master of a generation.

""A Man Should Be Self-Strengthen""

"Song: Zhao Mo."

"Words: Zhao Mo."

"Singing: Zhao Mo."

"Martial Arts Show: Kyoto Martial Arts Academy."

The information of the song was announced, but the audience didn't care about it at this time.

"New song? I just want to say something, Zhao Mo, what kind of plane are you doing?"

"Is this a martial arts performance? It's so embarrassing, and why do I feel that Zhao Mo is acting like this? I really want to give him a fist,"

"Beat him? First look at the dozens of big men around him. Jianghu is talking about a speed that shakes people."

The audience were all amused by this movement.

Zhao Mo used to be a very comic image in their minds.

But in such a serious martial arts atmosphere, he still dresses up as a martial arts master, and his serious appearance is really contrasting.

"Does Zhao Mo know martial arts?"

"I don't know, it seems that the momentum is quite in place."

"It's over, I remembered that he and Bai Hao Yuze danced the MV of "Love You"..."

In the waiting room, Zuo Yuanli looked at the audience's feedback and heaved a sigh of relief.

When he saw such a big scene just now, he was taken aback. He guessed that it was probably the director's handwriting, but after seeing Zhao Mo appearing like this, he couldn't help laughing.

The typhoon is indeed a bit embarrassing.

Soon, the real music of "A Man Should Be Self-Strengthening" sounded.

With the accompaniment, the martial arts athletes began to box.

The fist is in place, and the fist is powerful.

Zhao Mo originally stood with his hands behind his back with a serious face, but now he shook his sleeves, and a microphone was drawn out from the long sleeves. He took the microphone and began to sing:
"Facing the waves with pride..."

Seeing this scene, the audience burst out laughing again.

"I just said why I can't see his microphone, damn it is hidden in the sleeve?"

"Don't be embarrassing, there was a martial arts master who hid a sword in his sleeve in ancient times. What happened to my Zhao Mozang microphone?"

"It's really hard to live..."

While the audience was laughing...

"Brave is like iron, bone is refined to steel!"

Especially when the word "bone" was sung, the martial arts athletes on the stage roared in unison, and the momentum resounded through the entire studio immediately.

The audience was immediately taken aback.

"Be a good guy."

"Be stronger every day."

"A hot-blooded man."

"Lighter than the sun!"

Afterwards, the martial arts athletes on the stage made various martial arts moves, and every time they punched or whipped a leg, they would roar loudly.

The momentum was like a rainbow, which once again made the atmosphere a lot more serious.

But then, before the audience could react, the higher-pitched part came.

"Let Haitian gather energy for me!"

"Go to open up the world!"

"Go for my ideal!"

Zhao Mo on the stage seemed to be singing this song with all his strength, and even the veins in his neck were bulging.

Such a high field makes everyone's scalp tingle.

The audience in the live broadcast room were completely dumbfounded.

"Your mother's kiss, what song is Zhao Mo singing? Why such a high pitch!"

"My head was numb when I heard it directly. I was afraid that he would die with a high-pitched roar. Are you sure he is not singing with his life?"

"Thank you, I'm a music student. My mother asked me why I knelt on the ground and listened to it. I said I don't deserve to stand up after listening to this song!"

When Zhao Mo sang, he could no longer be described as heroic.

Such a "violent" treble directly convinced the audience.

At this moment, he seemed to be the real master of the generation!
"Look at the tall and strong Bibo!"

"Look at the vast aura of the blue sky again!"

"I am a man and I am self-reliant!"

The audience was already in admiration of Zhao Mo's high-pitched voice.

"I'll be good, this is an iron lung, right?"

"Brother Mo is really imposing. Compared with those little new meats, I, Brother Mo, are the real iron-blooded man!"

"Still called Brother? I've changed my name to Master Mo!"

However, after the chorus ended, an even more exaggerated scene happened.

The martial arts athletes around Zhao Mo quickly backed away, freeing up a wide area for him.

Afterwards, Zhao Mo tore off his robe, and under the robe was a martial arts suit.

The audience was full of question marks.

What is Zhao Mo doing?
Next, I saw the props being moved onto the stage.

On the shelf behind Zhao Mo, there was a gleaming silver knife.

On the big screen, a line of words slowly appeared: "I have practiced martial arts hard for more than ten years, and now I am going to show off my sword."

"Damn, Zhao Mo can't really know martial arts, can he?"

Just when the audience was still wondering, Zhao Mo had already stepped on his horse and started to try his luck behind closed doors.

At this moment, everyone's breathing became tense.

At this time, Zhao Mo silently said in his heart:
"With my wisdom beyond the sky, my innate talent, and decades of hard work...system, add some points!"

When Zhao Mo opened his eyes again, his eyes were sharp and determined.

Then, I saw him do eight backflips in a row, before rolling over to the weapon rack behind him.

When the audience saw this scene, their eyes widened.

"You may not believe it, but I actually saw a singer singing and singing and doing eight backflips?"

"This is real skill!"

"I saw it right, Zhao Mo really knows kung fu!"

……

In the studio, the director Wang Zhong watched Zhao Mo's performance on the stage and couldn't help nodding in satisfaction.

After the rehearsal was over, he reported Zhao Mo's song, which was approved by the higher-ups, and agreed to add something new to Zhao Mo's stage.

Ever since, Wang Zhong recruited such a group of martial arts athletes to perform with Zhao Mo.

……

At this moment, the electronic sound of the system sounded in Zhao Mo's mind.

"Didi! Martial arts performance status has been activated!"

His so-called "additional point" is just to start this performance state.

When discussing stage performances with director Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong said: "It's a pity that you don't know martial arts, otherwise you will come to the scene to punch some punches, and you will definitely amaze everyone."

As soon as these words came out, the voice of the system sounded in Zhao Mo's mind.

"In order to cooperate with the host to carry the song, the martial arts performance function is hereby updated."

"After the host turns on this state, it will gain martial arts skills and consume 1 yuan per second."

That's right, there is a price for Zhao Mo to activate this state. It costs 1 yuan per second, and 1 yuan per minute.

Such an expensive price can only be used on the stage.

On the stage, I saw Zhao Mo pick up a big knife, and after dancing for a while, four martial arts athletes with various weapons rushed up.

Zhao Mo started a discussion with them.

Chopping, chopping, lifting, hanging, chopping, wiping, intercepting, blocking, picking, stabbing... Many moves were used by Zhao Mo. At this moment, he seems to be a martial arts master with profound skills in the eyes of the audience.

Under the shadow of swords and swords, the audience was stunned.

"Are you sure this is listening to someone sing and not watching a martial arts movie?"

"Where is the person who said he was going to compete with Zhao Mo before? Do you still want to go now?"

"I was wrong, Lord Mo, don't beat me up!"

Then, the people in the live broadcast room neatly started brushing "Master Mo! Master Mo! Master Mo!".

ps: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

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