Her pear vortex is deep

Chapter 122

Lin Chuyi left with the staff, Han Yaqi looked at her back, raised her hand to touch the scar on her forehead, and laughed viciously, "Lin Chuyi, after tonight, more people will scold you , hate you!"

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Qin Huai found an inconspicuous corner and sat down, looking over the waving fluorescent sticks to the stage with a dull expression.

Following the host's announcement, Lin Chuyi, the most controversial finale player, appeared on the stage, setting off another high point in the audience.

The stage lights dimmed suddenly, leaving only a bunch of white spotlights to illuminate the petite figure curled up on the ground.

As the music played, the girl slowly raised her face.

The auditorium was silent.

Qin Huai held a self-made support card given by the girl next to him, and stared intently at the stage, his heart was beating wildly, worried that Lin Chuyi would fall off the chain again and hit the stage.

After all, what he gave her was fake wine.

A bottle of non-alcoholic mineral water.

On the stage, Lin Chuyi closed his eyes and raised his head slowly listening to the sound of the music. The prelude was as long as a century.

The moment he opened his eyes, facing the blackness and those black and terrifying eyes, the frightening sense of panic returned.

No, she can't sing.

The clear music gradually became muddy and then disappeared.

She can't hear.

And cut off all outside sounds.

Lin Chuyi clenched her fists tightly, and even had difficulty standing up straight. She looked at the auditorium helplessly, her face gradually paled, and her desire to escape was strengthened inch by inch.

Gu Xiangxiang sat very close to the stage, she could clearly see Lin Chuyi's discomfort, she curled her lips, and lowered her head to hide the ridicule.

Ye Min tapped the pen on the table, and complained to Zhuo Zhuo with an expression I knew, "Her nervous face turned pale, I said earlier that letting her enter the semi-finals would only make a bigger joke, now Come to the test."

Zhuo Zhuo devoted himself to protecting Lin Chuyi, and was very unhappy to hear Ye Min say this, "Newcomers will be nervous when they come on stage, don't jump to conclusions so early, it's because they haven't sung yet!"

"I haven't recited it yet, I guess I can't even recite the words this time!"

Ye Min snorted lightly, and snorted heavily, full of disdain.

Chen Lan played the live broadcast on her mobile phone, and a headline "Come and listen to Mumu Shiwu's true singing" attracted a lot of traffic, and the comment area was very lively.

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy: Mumu's [-]th appearance is worthless, it's certified as a flower!
Lelegou: Obviously you can rely on your face to make a living, why are you so overwhelmed and want to fake singing to attract fans?
The Prodigal Son Turns Back: Please zoom in on the camera, I want to lick the screen!
Gegefan: Wait for the scene of the car rollover!

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Han Yaqi was not idle either, and made a call, "After 5 minutes, put the video of Lin Chuyi being beaten on the Internet, and the public opinion will follow up, and it will be black!"

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Lin Chuyi's palms were cold, and her toes moved two points to the backstage. She wanted to escape, escape from this suffocating and depressing space.

However, the moment the thought arose, she saw Qin Huai.

He stood up from his seat and waved to her with a shiny pink cheer sign.

Although, it's not her name.

The surrounding images quickly receded into a virtual color.

Those eyes are gone.

She only sees him.

Only him is left in his eyes.

Suddenly, the sound of music came back.

Lin Chuyi stood up, his dark water eyes were reflected on that handsome face, his red lips parted slightly, and he sang the first line of lyrics stepping on the beat, "It was autumn, and the wind was so lingering."

(End of this chapter)