Chapter 3

When the prelude was over and the South Vietnamese song sounded, the discussion in the audience stopped.

Most of these viewers are real fans. After watching several programs, they have their own fans.

Of course, there are also annoying, most of which hate South Vietnam.

Because most of the members of the same team with South Vietnam are more popular. Knowing that she has been lagging behind, they all want her to be eliminated quickly.

Especially in today's solo performance, many people are ready. As soon as South Vietnam is eliminated, they go online to send all kinds of real hammers to black her, so that she can't turn over again.

However, they found that South Vietnam was still South Vietnam, but she seemed to suddenly become beautiful and dazzling. Whether it was dancing or singing, life could not afford any disgust. On the contrary, she couldn't help following her rhythm and slowly entered this very minority song.

Compared with the addicted audience, the three judges only shook their minds for a moment, and then recovered their calm and soberness.

Mu Jiaxuan subconsciously looked at Sheng Jingheng again. Seeing that he kept a casual look from beginning to end, he didn't seem to be moved much by the great changes in South Vietnam, and his heart was secretly relieved.

Sure enough, it is a magnificent scene. No matter what tricks the girls on the stage play, they can't get into his eyes.

"Sister Jiaxuan, what do you always see teacher Sheng do? South Vietnam is performing, not teacher Sheng! "

The speaker is Huo Tong. She is only 22 years old. She also made her debut through the draft two years ago. Because she is a champion, she is almost popular.

If you don't come to review, you're still not qualified.

Mu Jiaxuan took back her eyes and calmly replied, "what do you see me doing?"

"..." Huo Tong groaned and went to talk to Yang Wenyan, the male judge around him, "brother Yang, how much do you think South Vietnam can score this time?"

Yang Wenyan has been staring at the stage. When he heard that his speech was slightly convergent, he calmly said, "at present, eight points."

The full score is ten, and eight is a regular score.

Huo Tong nodded and didn't speak any more.

After a short conversation, the eyes of several people focused on South Vietnam on the stage again.

Her song has no climax, but it is inexplicably fascinating. With her expressionless look, it also makes people a little into the play.

The light hit her slightly pale face, but her black and white eyes became more and more tough and noble.

As if she herself were the declining aristocrat in the song.

Huo Tong was fascinated by it for a moment. At first, it was over, and there was still some aftertaste, and he couldn't play.

Yang Wenyan beside her also passed the meeting and murmured: "eight points are too low, and the full score is worthy of this wonderful performance!"

Then he immediately picked up the drawing board and pen and wrote ten words on it.

Huo Tong was awakened by his movement. Seeing that Yang Wenyan was almost bright, he quickly reminded him, "brother Yang, she hasn't gone down yet."

"Well, if only there was another fast song or lyric song." Yang Wenyan regretfully put down the drawing board and waited until the host came on.

This is an indirect call for encore. Just a draft member, he can't be called a singer. Huo Tong didn't think anything was wrong, but agreed to nod his head.

Mu Jiaxuan listened to the news of the two of them, and then went to see shengjingheng.

Sheng Jingheng has withdrawn his eyes looking at the stage and is also scoring.

Mu Jiaxuan looked at his slender white fingers, and his eyes were infatuated. Then she saw what he had written, and she was shocked.