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

Chapter 61 Inferior Cupid

Zhao Mo sang everyone's desire for love from the heart, and aroused the resonance of single nobles.

At this time, there were very few bullet screens in the live broadcast room, and everyone was immersed in Zhao Mo's singing, who still had the heart to press the bullet screens.

The lessons learned in the singing are before the eyes. If there is a rare love in front of the audience, they will definitely grasp it firmly.

"Jifen."

The uncle in leather turned his head, his voice was low, his eyes were the same as those of Zhao Mo on the stage, extremely affectionate.

"Brother Tiger."

Aunt Jifen also called out to the uncle in leather, with tears in her eyes.

When those two pairs of hands with traces of time held together, Cupid...ah no, it was Zhao Mo, who contributed to such a sunset love.

The two uncles and aunts who watched the concert as friends finally confirmed their relationship. This concert... the final scene will also be their first date.

"This is a heartfelt and sad song."

"Single love song who will come with me and—"

Zhao Mo finished singing, and the accompaniment stopped at the end.

At this time, the audience was silent, and after a few seconds of silence, there was a sudden burst of warm applause.

There was deafening applause, and Aunt Jifen, who was hugging the man in the leather jacket, suddenly came back to her senses. After she woke up, she realized that something was wrong.

Huh?
Not right.

She just went out for a trip with the idea of ​​eating and drinking for nothing, and the leather jacket "spare tire" who was pursuing her, why are they all hugging together now?

……

When he was singing just now, Zhao Mo had maintained a suppressed mood. Now facing the warm applause from the audience, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and showed a satisfied smile.

"another one!"

I don't know who made the booing.

"One more! One more!"

Everyone followed suit.

"Thank you."

Zhao Mo shook his head, bowed to the audience with an apologetic expression, and finally left the stage.

This is not his personal concert, he wants to respect other trainees.

The number of barrage in the live broadcast room has also recovered.

"Zhao Mo is so strange!"

"Oh my god, Zhao Mo's song has sung in the heart of this single nobleman!"

"Aristocrat? It's just a dog. It's not like I can hug my girlfriend, hehe."

"Go to hell with the dog food!"

After Zhao Mo stepped down from the stage, Bai Hao in the audience suddenly sighed deeply, and sighed:

"Brother Mo's ability to write this kind of song, which is so affectionate and heartbreaking, is enough to prove that he is a storyteller."

Yu Ze on the side was a little puzzled, looking at Zhao Mo's leaving back, puzzled.

The person with the story...why didn't he feel it?

Could it be that he hid it very deeply?

When Yu Ze thought of this, he suddenly realized, but after solving his doubts, he began to feel uncomfortable again.

"Zhao Mo usually acts so cheerful, I didn't expect him to hide so deeply." Yu Ze also sighed, "He must have experienced a lot of things to be able to have this state of mind. I think his past events It must be very tragic and desolate."

After sighing, Yu Ze said to Bai Hao:

"Haozi, let's not ask him in the future, just pretend we don't know, so as not to expose his scars."

"Uh-huh."

Bai Hao nodded sensiblely.

At this time, it was the fourth trainee's turn to sing on stage. He timidly walked onto the stage. When he saw that most of the cheering sticks were extinguished, his eyelids twitched.

There was no response from the auditorium, and everyone chatted independently, without paying any attention to the trainee who was about to perform.

The trainee seemed to have received a humiliation, and a fighting spirit suddenly came to his heart, and he began to take a deep breath, constantly cheering himself up.

He must sing well and show his full strength!
The audience was reminded by the sudden sound of the accompaniment, and then they noticed that there was a trainee who had just come up here, and he was about to sing, so... the remaining half of the cheering sticks were also extinguished.

Well, uncles and aunts really know how to save money.

This trainee who had just ignited his fighting spirit seemed to have been half-drenched in cold water, and his whole body was soaked, with a high-spirited expression on his face.

isn't it?
With the lights off?

He suddenly collapsed, wanting to cry but no tears.

I don't want to sing anymore, I want to step down, woo... Mom...

The performance of the individual competition ended soon, and the audience began to vote using the voting machines in their hands.

Instructor seat.

Zheng Deyun pressed the voting device and praised:

"Zhao Mo's song is so good."

Zhang Jingwan and Qin Kexin agreed.

"I also heard a little rock element in this song." Zheng Deyun said the sound of the electric guitar, and then he asked again: "But from other perspectives, why is he always keen on using the old The old way to compose the music and fill in the lyrics?"

This song is a pop song, but the writing style is the same as the pop song 20 years ago.

"Maybe he misses the old Chinese music scene." Zhang Jingwan said.

"How old is he, why..." Zheng Deyun said with a smile, but stopped in the middle of speaking, and he said seriously:

"That's right, look at the current Chinese music scene, there are really too few good songs, there are many, alas, let's not mention it."

It can be heard that there is nostalgia and regret in Zheng Deyun's words, mainly because there will be no cameras to film him here, so it is rare for him to speak freely.

But when Liu Chenxin on the side heard this, his face changed.

You scold me?
Same as the previous round, three of the five mentors voted for Zhao Mo, while Liu Chenxin and Zhang Ze voted for others as in the previous round.

Although the counting of votes in Liu Chenxin's hand would not affect Zhao Mo at all, but he was just so stubborn.

……

Finally, the voting for the individual competition is over.

Zhao Mo won a total of [-] tickets!
This means that at least [-]% of the audience voted for him. Apart from the middle-aged and elderly audience, some fans of other trainees also voted for him.

Thinking about how terrifying this is, Zhao Mo alone had more than 7 votes, and the other nine pitifully shared the remaining 2 votes.

First in the two rounds, there is no doubt that Zhao Mo won the final.

Now it's time for the awards.

At the invitation of the host, ten trainees came to the stage.

However, at this time, the cheering sticks in the audience lit up again, and the audience called Zhao Mo's name again.

Except for Zhao Mo, the other trainees were speechless when they saw this scene, and some secretly rolled their eyes.

Well, saving the power of the support stick is just for this time, isn’t it?
They really want to tell these uncles and aunts that this cheering stick is actually very long-lasting, even longer than them, there is no need for uncles and aunts to turn off the lights halfway to save electricity...

In the studio, the assistant suddenly exclaimed:
"Director Zhou, over 40 people suddenly flooded into the live broadcast room, and now the number of people watching online has exceeded one million!"

Director Zhou was shocked when he heard this.

what?
Just now, the live broadcast room has been steadily watched by 70 people online, so many people are also because of the high popularity of the finals, why are there so many people coming in now that it is almost over?
Just when Director Zhou was puzzled, he looked at the real-time barrage in the live broadcast room, and his expression changed suddenly:

"not good!"

(End of this chapter)