Wu Liang did not forget to blow a kiss to Sao Bao Chao and Lu Xue before singing.
This name actually means to listen to Heluxue alone.
And Lu Xue was immediately turned red, ashamed and pleased to stamp her feet.
"In this city.
I wander alone.
It’s like a can
Abandoned by the street "
This should be mud-bomb language, but it’s convenient for everyone to understand. I won’t show it after it is automatically converted into Chinese.
"Yo, west sounds good!" A singer can’t help but say
"Impossible, this is just a temporary song? How can it be so nice? " Another person also can’t believe the tone asked
"Just now, I was sure to win the chrysanthemum. I didn’t expect a Chinese to write such a beautiful mud-boom rock."
"This song does sound much more comfortable than that one just now!"
"But this is light rock. How can it be compared with punk music?"
"I don’t think that chrysanthemum will give up easily, will it?"
"What can you do if you don’t admit defeat? Look, everyone is obviously intoxicated by this song!"
"Yes, even I think this song is much better than the previous one. It’s a pity that Chrysanthemum has met such a powerful opponent."
"No, don’t be a goddess in the toilet. I have to support Wu Liangsang!"
"But he is Chinese after all?"
"What about Chinese people? Here is the music festival, let’s talk with music! "
"It’s just that music has no national boundaries and I don’t like that chrysanthemum dress."
"More evil spirits. Who will like them?"
"Still support Wu Liangsang!"
……
The audience around me talked freely and fell into the ears of the young people in Chrysanthemum.
They look more and more ugly.
Even local singers don’t support them. Why should they compete with Wu Liang?
At this time, a few young hots really wish there was a rift in front of them so that they could get in directly.
However, it is impossible for a rift to appear, but Wu Liang soon appeared in front of them again
"How to give up?" Wu Liang and smiling to them a few asked
Those young people looked at each other, and none of them could afford to admit defeat.
"You sing light rock and we sing punk rock. How can we tell the difference between the two types?" Or the green hair summon up courage to say
"shh!" Around him, the singer did not hesitate to give a contemptuous input.
Several young people’s faces are as ashamed as blood drops.
But compared with shame, they are obviously more reluctant to admit defeat.
"That’s right," echoed his green-haired companion. "Different types of roots can’t distinguish the high game, even if we are even!"
"Ha ha" Wu Liangneng praised them for their performance.
And the surrounding hiss is a little bigger.
Just then, a few men dressed as workers suddenly crowded in.
"Who was singing just now?" A middle-aged man with a Chinese face asked
"Who are you?" Wu Liang looked at him curiously.
"I’m Wong Tanaka, the person in charge of this music festival." The middle-aged man asked with a frown. "Excuse me, are you …"
"I’m Wu Liang." Wu Liangchong held out a hand at him. After all, he was in charge and he still wanted to give a face.
Wong Tanaka shook hands with him blankly but still didn’t know who Wu Liang was.
This is when someone next to him saw his emoticon novel and said, "He is the Chinese who is the goddess in the toilet."
"Oh!" Wong Tanaka suddenly realized that at the same time, his face appeared with a look of surprise.
"I didn’t expect Wu Liangjun to be rude!" He asked solemnly, "did you sing that song just now?"
"Which song did you say?" Wu Liang puzzled and asked