don't call me singer

Chapter 1316 You make me cry and get me drunk

In this competition, the performance of "Jackdaw Boy" by the "Professional Kicking Pavilion" team and Tan Weiqi was almost perfect.

But compared to the performance of the "strong and peerless hunk" team, it was a level behind.

"The Old Driver Takes Me", "Tractorski" and "Moskau" were adapted together, which directly turned the audience on high, but broke people's hearts.

And in the end, "Любо, братцы, жить" as a "return" is even more magical.

Backstage, before the result came out, Tan Weiqi sat down on the stool in frustration.

On the one hand, it was because of the other party's performance, and on the other hand, it was because of the teacher's tears.

He is a Chinese who has lived in Russia for a long time. He has been living in Chaiyuan since the middle school attached to Chaiyuan, and he only returned to China on holidays.

Every time he returns to China, he can feel the rapid changes in the country, so he can better feel the differences in the development of the two countries.

It's like two trains traveling on the wasteland.

China before was like a steam locomotive, slow and heavy.

But now it has become a high-speed rail.

Russia, however, is still the same green leather car.

And as Tokavsky's favorite student, he also understands the teacher's obsession very well.

The cruelest thing in this world is to uncover the cover of reality and present all the bloody things directly.

Everything you don't want to face, what you dare not face, can't be covered up.

Yan Xuexin was so angry that he almost threw his glass.

"Fuck, is there such a game? Not only is it more than singing, it's more than arrangement, it's more than live, but it's also about feelings, culture, and history?"

My mother, is this really a school song contest?

"This is too insidious!"

What better to say than to sing?
"Why do you all think we lost? I don't think they sing very well...and what did they diss?" Gloria still didn't understand.

This three-generation immigrant who grew up in the United States, Banana Girl, has almost no relationship with China except that she can speak Chinese.

In her bones, she has the arrogance of an American, unwilling and unwilling to understand other countries.

What's more, he couldn't get the real thrill in this game.

In the past, Yan Xuexin was the one responsible for explaining to her.

But now, he also lost interest in explaining.

Oh, what are you talking about?
I never dreamed that the professional gymnastics team would lose without even making it through the first round.

He originally thought that in this world, only Gu Xiaobai could defeat him.

On one side of the stage, the Peerless Macho Team finally stepped down.

Amid the cheers, whistles, and encore sounds, they called the curtain call and the curtain call.

Even counting the performance of the White Flower Mosquito Team, their performance was still the best in the audience!
There is no dispute!

"Hey, if we had known that we performed so well, we would have challenged Xiaobai directly!"

"Bring the White Flower Mosquito Team into our team!"

"Wow, Kaka, Kaka, I'm tired of bullying Xiaobai, but I can bully Sister Xiaowen!"

Lu Ke and Wang Haixia walked behind, each holding a guitar, thinking about it.

"Are you sure?" In front, Fu Wenyao turned his head and squinted at the two people who had already drifted away.

"Uh, I'm not sure..." Wang Haixia thought about it carefully, then retracted his head.

He knows Gu Xiaobai too well.

Wang Haixia has no bottom line, and Gu Xiaobai has no upper limit.

As long as Fangu Xiaobai's opponent is a little bit stronger, I am afraid that this game will show a little more energy. It is hard to say whether their performance will be the best in the audience.

Moreover, most of the things they showed on stage were actually influenced by Gu Xiaobai, so their rank improved.

When it comes to playing with culture, history, and feelings, Gu Xiaobai is the boss, okay?

Compete with this guy in what he does best?
Isn't that to die? !
"Winning the 'Professional Kicking Hall' team in the first game is already a dream start. It is considered the most profitable venture capital investment in this school song competition." Fu Wenyao said, "With Tan Weiqi and the three of them, our team The capital is stronger, especially in vocal and classical music, but this is not enough, now we have to think about what we still lack and which team we should absorb!"

This school song competition is like playing a game of eating snakes.

Whoever is longer and more is stronger!

"I'm afraid we won't have such good luck next time. We can choose our opponent directly." Lu Ke shook his head.

Fu Wenyao nodded, frowning in thought.

Wang Haixia is not like Fu Wenyao, who likes to think deeply. He is still immersed in the joy of victory.

Turning around, he found that Zhou Xianting was lagging behind, did not speak, drooped his head, a little depressed.

"What's wrong, Brother Ting?" Why are you unhappy after winning?
"You said, didn't we go too far just now? I think the old driver is really sad. If we do this, we are not enough friends..."

"We are opponents, we are opponents!" Wang Haixia waved his fists, then looked at Zhao Mo who was also drooping his head, sighed, and said, "Okay...it's too much."

"I can't help it..." Wang Haixia touched under his piano case and took out a bottle of analytically pure alcohol.

How to relieve worries?Only Dukang.

There is nothing in this world that a bottle of analytical pure cannot handle.

If so, then two bottles.

Wang Haixia thought for a while, and took out another bottle of analytical pure to prove the sincerity of his apology.

Tan Weiqi originally planned to go to the front desk to check on his teacher's situation, but was held back by Fu Wenyao.

Tan Weiqi felt that Fu Wenyao had a feeling that he didn't intend to waste a second.

But these people just won their team, why are they so eager?

Just how strong is Gu Xiaobai?
After a delay of more than ten minutes in the background, when I came to the teacher at the front desk, I saw Wang Haixia and others were already there, sitting next to the teacher to watch the show.

Tan Weiqi wandered around, but couldn't find a seat to sit down. Wang Haixia refused to give up his seat without any vision.

He had no choice but to sit behind Tokavsky, and then asked the teacher in a low voice: "Teacher, do you want me to accompany you back to rest for a while?"

"Hi, no need." Tokavsky waved his hand without looking back.

"Teacher?" Tan Weiqi wanted to say something, but because Wang Haixia was sitting next to him, he was too embarrassed to say more, so he could only sit in the back.

Then, he saw Tokavsky raised his hand, and there was a "squeak" in his sleeve.

Hey, what's the sound?
Tan Weiqi leaned forward.

Another "squeak" was heard.

Then there was a "boom", the sound of the bottle falling to the ground.

"teacher?"

Tokawski had passed out in his chair.

(End of this chapter)