The male god strikes: the black belly cute treasure asks for a like

Chapter 101 Luo Xiaoxiao, only I deserve you (12)

Moreover, Wen Ying's voice is not suitable for folk songs at all. Her treble is problematic, and it is only suitable for gentle and low-pitched literary styles. She will lose in such a song that shows her strength.

Obviously, Wen Ying also realized this.

When the other party looked at her apologetically, a trace of resentment quickly flashed in her eyes, but she immediately returned to gentleness.

Then, he took the initiative to hold the other party's hand and comforted him softly.

"Next, please enter the isolation room."

The two walked into the isolation room, and the host asked them what number of question cards they wanted to choose.

The other party was about to reach out, but was held down by Wen Yingying, Wen Yingying smiled, but her voice was cold: "It's my turn."

The huge contrast between Wen Ying's front and back confuses the opponent.

Wen Ying ignored her thoughts, she did all this for the audience to see, whoever wants to be sisters with her is a joke.

Before she went on stage, someone had already sent her a message. There were a total of ten question cards, and the corresponding content was clearly written.

Although she is weak in songs, she must not lose in performances.

Compared to her, the opponent is a real little girl. Although she has studied drama for two years before participating in the competition, she is only suitable for acting that is reasonable and too outstanding. She must not be able to handle it.

A cunning flashed in his eyes.

Wen Yingxian pointed to number four.

The host took the question card, brought it in front of the two of them, and opened it.

"Empty."

　
Wen Ying secretly called out hello, she glanced at her opponent out of the corner of her eye, and she really had a gloomy expression on her face, she couldn't help feeling proud.

　
After the two finished reading the question, the host gave the question card to the audience.

Everyone is confused.

But also looking forward to the next performance.

Only Luo Xiaoxiao secretly clenched his fists.

Only she knows Wen Ying's little thoughts.

In the actor's basic class, there was a practice session. She was so arrogant at the time that she didn't practice well, but Wen Ying must have practiced. She must have grasped some clues before choosing the number four card.

This woman really acts on her relationship all the time.

The show begins.

All the lights went out again.

Wen Ying walked slowly to the wall in the bright light. She lowered her head slowly, then raised her head abruptly, and suddenly stretched out her hand to grab it, tearing the button on her chest.

The snow-white skin shone with a seductive luster under the light.
Luo Xiaoxiao began to admire her, a woman who doesn't even want to be ashamed, what else can defeat her?
Wen Ying began to stretch her limbs. She is a dance major and is very good at expressing with her body. On the other hand, her opponent is not so lucky.

From the beginning to now, she has been standing dryly, and she can't do anything except sing.

At this time, the clicker lights up.

At this time, Wen Ying was trying her best to show off her body, and she didn't even notice that the audience chose her.

A singing voice that could be called ugly suddenly came out from the stereo.

The breathing was very unstable. Since dancing required great physical strength, Wen Ying couldn't even keep up with the lyrics. She only cared about conquering the audience with her performance, and completely gave up singing.

The audience was dumbfounded.

Luo Xiaoxiao had already guessed this point.

It's just that she couldn't guess whether the audience would buy her account.

Soon, the second chance of sound selection came again.

This time, the audience chose Wen Ying's opponent.

The clear, high-pitched singing voice spread into the ears of the audience from all directions.

The performance of the audience is obvious. Compared with the performance, they are more tolerant of singing.

After all, this is still a singing competition.

(End of this chapter)