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Chapter 161 The Sixth Round: Crossing Time and Space
"The dance is in place."

"Lights ready."

"Earth return and ear return preparation."

"Live broadcast equipment ready."

"The stage director is ready."

As the audience and the number of people watching the live broadcast have increased significantly, the executive director kept giving instructions over the walkie-talkie.

At the same time, I greeted the relevant IT department, "The server must be well maintained."

Xiang Yuzhi and the others stood in the aisle of the stage, watching the staff come and go.

Cheng Xuan sighed: "I find it's not easy to do anything."

"We went back to the base after the performance, and they still have to clean up the venue here." Xiang Yuzhi looked at Cheng Xuan and smiled, "I didn't expect you, a young lady, to discover the suffering of the world one day."

Cheng Xuan curled her lips, "Stop looking down on people, I am a person with strong empathy."

Xiang Yuzhi smiled slightly, "Yes, Missy is the most powerful."

The two were chatting here, and Lin Mo couldn't help swallowing a few times, "You guys are still in the mood to chat, I'm starting to get nervous just listening to the voices outside."

They are located very close to the stage, so they can hear every move at the front desk.

Every time Director Yang Fan said a word at the front desk, he could hear the audience's deafening shouts.

Zhou Jingheng stood at the end of the line. He patted his ears and began to audition, "One two three, one two three."

Hearing the proportion of his own voice in his ears, Zhou Jingheng smiled, "I feel more nervous than my first concert."

Subjectively speaking, they are very confident in this performance, but there are too many objective factors.

Everyone knows that the possibility of a counterattack this time is almost zero.

Xiang Yuzhi answered with a smile, "Versailles is here, Mr. Zhou, I also want to feel the tense atmosphere of the concert."

"There will be later."

Ten minutes later, Director Yang's voice came from his ears, "The first group is on the stage."

After speaking, the stage passage was opened, and the lights on the stage spilled into the dim passage.

Several people walked up the steps step by step in the direction of the stage, and shadows several times as long fell behind them.

The live broadcast started at the same time, the camera moved forward from the passage, and the figures of several people were displayed on the big screen on the stage.

There was another scream.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ]
[It's not too late, is it? ]
[This back view looks so emotional. ]
[Why are their clothes so dated? ]
[Is it my filter?The sense of story can be seen from the back. ]
When they reached the end of the stage, suddenly, all the lights went out.

In the next second, black and white pictures appeared on the screen.

Fluttering Manchu braids, complicated newspapers in traditional Chinese characters, and pools of muddy water on the ground, the opposite side of this road is indeed full of feasting and feasting.

This sudden comparison made people fall into the despair at that time.

After a few tens of seconds of the clip, a girl's voice rang out in the background music.

"You know Macau, not my real name."

"I have been away from your arms for too long, mother."

[God, I'm getting goosebumps. ]
[This voice is too substituting. ]
[This refers to Hong Kong, which is still a colony, right? ]
The girl's voice ended, the lights on the stage turned dim yellow, a bright and clean classroom appeared on the big screen, Xiang Yuzhi and the others appeared with rolls of books in their arms, and walked to the center of the stage step by step.

Look carefully, they are all wearing small dresses, and their hair is permed into wavy curls unique to that era.

A few people seemed to take a few dance steps at random, tapping their toes. Everyone had smiles on their faces, like little elves ignorant of the world. At the same time, Lin Yuan and Xue Zhi sang:
"The book in my hand is really difficult to read. The old master's mouth full of scriptures made me drowsy."

"Three hundred poems and books are not as good as a foreigner's hello."

"I laughed at the pedantry of the master, but the master lamented that I forgot the original."

Section A ended, the lights suddenly changed, and the roar of an airplane sounded.

A few people panicked and fled in all directions, and the buildings on the big screen became devastated.

After the roar, Zhou Jingheng came over in a long gown, wearing round glasses.

Behind him are two backup dancers, one on the left and one on the right. The backup dancers are wearing blue and black military uniforms, and each of them is carrying a foreign gun on their shoulders.

Zhou Jingheng glanced around, sad and heroic, "Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly."

His voice seemed random, but the technique and vocal parts used in the middle were different from the popular songs he sang on weekdays. Instead, it seemed like the opera tune of an old Beijing opera student.

Obviously there are only two lines of lyrics, but he sang with the momentum of thousands of troops.

[When did Zhou Jingheng's singing skills get so good? ]
[No, I want to cry when I heard him speak. ]
[Ultimately, he started to stab me again. ]
[Zhou Jingheng's appearance is so good, is there a director who came to ask him to act in a movie. ]
[It's not impossible, dreaming of a Republic of China drama. ]
As Zhou Jingheng's voice gradually lowered, Xiang Yuzhi and the others suddenly gathered around him from around the stage.

The dresses on their bodies were already covered with dust and blood, and a few smears of black ash were also stained on their fair and tender faces. Suddenly, they raised their hands and threw away the books in their hands.

At the same time, Lin Mo and Cheng Xuan's harmony sounded:

"I thought the mountains and rivers were safe and the fireworks were normal, but I didn't know that blood was flowing for thousands of miles."

While the two were singing, they pulled off their clothes violently, revealing the school uniform of the Republic of China with a blue jacket and black long skirt underneath.

When the camera turned, it was found that the clothes on the remaining few people had also become the school uniforms of the Republic of China.

When the dress was ripped off, the voice of pink on the scene rose to a higher level, "Ahhhhhh."

[I was stunned, is this a live dress change? ]
[This look is too handsome. ]
[Like a break from before. ]
Suddenly, Li Jing jumped out from the center, holding a microphone in her hand, and lowered her voice.

"A strong youth makes a country strong."

"The wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country."

"When the youth is free, the country is free."

Li Jing sang Liang Qichao's "Young China Talk" in the way of rapping. Her eyes were firm, and she seemed to have blood in her chest.

The screams off the field never stopped.

The lighting teacher used the main console to transform the fluorescent sticks on the scene into the national flag and various iconic buildings. The director's camera swept across, and the shock can no longer be summed up.

[If I had heard this song before, I wouldn't be unable to recite this poem. ]
[How should I put it, the term "Speaking of Young China" is really great, and their group is also very good at thinking. ]
[When I was learning this poem, I didn’t think so, but now that I’ve grown up, I realize that Mr. Liang’s writing is really good. ]
After the high-pitched rap section, it turned into a long soothing interlude.

(End of this chapter)