Chapter 127

The day of the game.

Yunci walks slowly into the multimedia classroom and glances inside.

The stage was built temporarily, and the sound equipment was professional. There were students sitting below. The first two rows were judges and school leaders.

The crowd was surging and noisy.

The order of playing is according to the draw.

Backstage, Chen Fangjun cheered for Yunci: "don't be nervous, when the next sitting are all turnip vegetables."

Yunci leans on the chair, tilts her legs and tilts her head to play with her mobile phone. Her sleeve is half rolled, showing her white wrist and tied up in a mess.

Others can't stand her rambling posture.

"Everyone is practicing. She can only play. Let's wait for the end of our class."

"Look at her. At least you should pay attention to her image. She doesn't wear skirts or make-up. I don't know, I think she's going to smash the show!"

Soon, it's Yunci's turn.

She pressed the phone out, put it in her pocket, stood up and walked to the stage.

The bottom is boiling up in an instant.

"Class one is not ye zipei?"

"You can't choose her. Are the first class crazy?"

"Look at her, she seems to come to sing, ha ha ha..."

Even the judges frowned.

To participate in the competition, all dressed like fairies, only Yunci, even wearing school uniform.

Yunci picks up the microphone, the light is dim, and the singing is about to begin.

At this time, the sound was suddenly noisy, followed by a sharp piercing sound, which made everyone cover their ears.

"Come on! Turn it off! My ears hurt! "

The student who controlled the stereo turned off the sound in a hurry.

The school leader stood up and asked, "what's the matter? Is the stereo out of order? "

The student replied: "the sound is not bad. There is something wrong with the accompaniment sound source handed in by class one. It can't play music. It's all such a harsh sound."

Cloud words hold the hand of the microphone tight, there is no expression on the face, but the eyes are frightening cold.

The bottom of the frying pan, people are talking.

"It hasn't happened before, just because she has a source problem."

"I don't think she can sing. For fear of losing face, she deliberately damaged the sound source."

"Class one deserves it. Who told them to choose a gangster?"

The first class was crying.

"I knew she didn't care about the game at all!"

"She's always goofing around and never practises. Now she's going to be brushed off before she speaks."

"So many people, our class's face will be lost by her!"

"If it was zipei, there would be no problem!"

Ye zipei sat in the corner and kept wringing his fingers.

Chen Fangjun ran to the stage in a hurry: "I'm sorry, we'll go to prepare the sound source again right away."

School leaders are not happy: "to prepare to when, this does not delay everyone's time?"

There was a lot of opposition.

"Shall we sit here and wait for her alone?"

"Why wait for her? It's a waste of our time."

"Can we hurry up? There are still a lot of people to compete in the back."

Chen Fangjun laughs awkwardly: "let the other classes come first, let's put the mat behind."

Say, pull cloud words, want to drag her down.

Yunci stood still, put the microphone on his lips and looked down. His eyes were calm like a pool of stagnant water: "I don't need the sound source, I'll sing directly."

Her voice is cold, but a bit firm, resounding throughout the multimedia classroom.

There was an uproar below.

Chen Fangjun also widened his eyes.

"Qingchang? Is she crazy? "

"This song has a high degree of difficulty, no accompaniment, singing will only expose more shortcomings."

"She's looking for death."

Even the judges shook their heads: "stop singing, you'd better go down and prepare the sound source again."