Chapter 434
Qin Qutan turned into white and black, curled his lips into a strange and unpredictable smile, slowly approached the camera, and hooked his fingers.

"Next, let's invite the "Miracle Reappearance" group to perform on stage."

Zhao Xinbing was wearing a black leather coat, her hair was tied up high, and her makeup was a punk-style contrasting color design, which didn't match their song at all.

There was some anticipation in everyone's heart, what would such a song be like in her hands?
Unlike the mighty people in other teams, they only had two solitary ones, and their momentum dropped instantly.

The prelude sounded.

To everyone's surprise, the entire tune of this song has been adapted, like a re-recorded accompaniment, with a lot of punk elements added.

The sound of the drums was particularly obvious, and when Sang Tang raised his drooping eyes, his beautiful fox eyes were filled with interest.

Since she sang the Punk Punk version of "Don't Call Me Da Vinci" last time, she has always been interested in punk music. She didn't expect them to be so good, so she adapted this song.

"Eh,

Even if the sun shines through the night..."

Zhao Xinbing changed the whole song to rap, which became more rhythmic and made the scene excited.

Sang Tang closed her eyes and listened carefully to her singing.

In fact, it has become more difficult after the adaptation, but it is also because of this that it can better reflect her timbre, which is thick and hoarse, and can be transformed freely.

"I didn't expect that! She is indeed a lot stronger."

Even Ye Xing'er sighed, her tone was not as usual, with a bit of relief.

After the song was over, Zhao Xinbing walked down, and Ye Xinger snorted when passing by.

"Look! Even if this lady is in adversity, she can turn adversity into prosperity!"

"I'm no worse than you!" A proud gesture.

It was rare for Ye Xing'er not to argue with her, and nodded affirmatively.

"The light falls on your face,
Lovely as always...”

The moving female voice is thick and hoarse, and the endless stories, with a trace of sadness, seem to have been experienced in real life.

Sang Tang suddenly remembered the last time Shi Min said that he choked on an onion.

According to her expression at that time, I'm afraid she wasn't choked by onions, and combined with this song, this little girl must have experienced many dark things.

The sound of the accompaniment gradually faded away, watching Shi Min's red eyes like a bunny, with tears glistening in his eyes, he was a little lost and didn't recover.

"Min~ You sang well just now!"

Sang Tang walked to her side, the little girl looked up at her and burst into tears instantly, threw herself into her arms, and buried her head in her chest.

"I, I don't want to cry either."

"But I feel that there are still people in the world who care about me, so I can't help it." Choked up and said.

Sang Tang put his hand on her back slowly, patting her lightly to comfort her.

With beautiful eyes rolling, I felt a few people in the corner looking over. They were still discussing non-stop, and a sharp look swept over.

It was those people in Shi Min's company, thinking of the little girl who followed him like a little follower before, suddenly thought of a possibility.

Her lips curled into a hint of sarcasm, no wonder there was always a sour smell, it turned out to be a few pickled fishes acting as a demon.

All six groups of performances have been completed. This time, there is no ranking or vote increase, just a chance for the trainees to show off and let them enjoy the stage.

Sang Tang stretched her muscles and bones, and yawned, crystal clear teardrops hung at the end of her eyes, echoing the coquettish tear moles, a different kind of charm.

(End of this chapter)

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