After the game, Wang Xuefei finally got a high score of 9.5.
After Wang Xuefei came off the stage, ten contestants came up one after another.
The full score is only ten points, and most of the contestants' scores are in the range of 8.5-9 points, with a few scoring directly at 7 points.
Wang Xuefei has the highest score in each game among all participating players.
Because Mo Wushuang arrived the latest, the staff deliberately targeted him and became the last singer to perform.
The good-looking masks and clothes in the dressing room have been chosen by others, leaving only weird, dark and ugly masks and clothes.
Mo Wushuang casually took a Rakshasa mask and walked onto the stage wearing his own clothes.
When she came today, she was wearing a black sportswear suit that was easy to move around.
When she stood on the stage, she was immediately disgusted by the judges and audience who were tired of listening to the music.
[Is this contestant sick? Do you want to scare us to death by wearing such a mask in the middle of the night? 】
[There must be a serious illness. The previous contestants dressed up beautifully. What about her? Wearing an ugly Rakshasa mask and regular clothes, you dare to come to the competition. 】
[Being in the entertainment industry is to entertain the public. If she doesn't dress properly, she obviously doesn't give us face and doesn't respect us and this game. 】
[Just look at the contestants and their backup dancers, singing and dancing, and she is standing on the stage wearing a mask and holding a microphone. Who is she trying to fool? 】
[It can be seen from this that she does not take the competition seriously, and her singing must not be good. 】
[Yes, there is absolutely no need to waste time on this woman. Let’s retreat quickly and go home to wash up and sleep...]
Mo Wushuang ignored the audience's dissatisfaction, picked up the microphone, and lightly opened his red lips:
"The wind blows the sand, butterflies fall in love with flowers, a story that will last forever..."
The moment she spoke, the whole place suddenly fell into silence. Those who were clamoring to leave seemed to have been immobilized, nailed to the spot, motionless.
The live broadcast room also seemed to be stuck for an instant, without any movement.
When Mo Wushuang finished singing, the audience burst into thunderous applause.
The live broadcast room was filled with gifts and comments.
【Oh my god! I didn’t expect that ancient songs could be so nice...]
[Yes, this is the best ancient song I have ever heard. 】
[It turns out that there are really people who can do it. One person can be worth thousands of troops. 】
[I thought it was a bronze, but I didn’t expect it to be a king. I apologize to the young lady for my blind behavior just now. 】
[I also want to apologize. This young lady must be the best MVP tonight...]
The judges heard the exclamations and discussions of the live audience, and also saw the comments of the live audience on the big screen.
However, after they discussed it in whispers, they finally gave Mo Wushuang 9.1 points.
The audience immediately protested with dissatisfaction:
[The young lady sings so beautifully, why did she only give it a score of 9.1? 】
[Do these judges have ear problems? 】
[Is this judge deliberately suppressing the young lady? 】
[This score clearly has a shady secret. 】
The judges looked at the audience's indignation, but explained to everyone lightly:
"Mo Wushuang, the reason why I gave you this score is because your image is not up to standard and you don't respect the game and the audience."
"I hope you can pay attention to the effect of the program next time and give everyone a good impression of the program."
Mo Wushuang raised the corner of his mouth, took the microphone directly from the host, and said lightly:
"Isn't this a singing competition?"
"I'm here to sing, not to play monkey."
After leaving these words, she threw the microphone to the host, turned and left the stage.
【Wow! Sister is so sassy! Really like……】
[Sister is right, our show is a singing competition, why do you deduct points from my sister’s image? 】
【cut! The guy upstairs must be sick! Singing competitions are also singing programs. When participating in the competition, you must pay attention to personal image and program effects. 】
[Contestant No. 015 is still not good. Look at Contestant No. 001. She sings, dances, and looks good in every aspect of her makeup. She is the all-round idol and future singer that we should pursue. 】
Wang Xuefei's trolls quickly controlled the comments on the Internet, trying to discredit Mo Wushuang and promote Wang Xuefei.
Who would have known that many viewers were captured by Mo Wushuang's song just now and spoke for Mo Wushuang one after another, and were not led into a trap by the trolls just for the sake of blackmail.
On the Internet, there are more and more discussion posts about No. 015 and No. 001. Both of them are popular candidates for the future championship in the hearts of the audience.
Mo Wushuang didn't know what was going on on the Internet, so she walked out of the program team with a cold look.
She didn't expect that the seemingly transparent and fair competition was not as fair as she had imagined.
Director Xie, the reminder given to her was indeed aimed at the program team.
She wants to see what the show crew wants to do to her?
"Honey, I bought you bubble milk tea. It's still hot. You can drink it while it's hot."
Mo Wushuang suddenly heard a familiar voice. When he looked up, he saw the extremely handsome Qin Muhan wearing a black windbreaker, holding milk tea and waving to her, and then ran towards her from the Maybach with long legs.
Before she could react, Qin Muhan reached out and took her into his arms.
Mo Wushuang's little face that was blown by the cold wind was pressed against Qin Muhan's chest, feeling Qin Muhan's body temperature and listening to Qin Muhan's steady heartbeat.
The powerlessness and anger disappeared completely in an instant, but there was an indescribable sense of security and satisfaction.
Qin Muhan let go of Mo Wushuang, put the hot milk tea through the straw, and brought it to Mo Wushuang's mouth:
"Honey, I don't want you to sing to others."
"Why?" Mo Wushuang took a sip of milk tea, bit his pearls and looked at Qin Muhan in confusion.
Qin Muhan took Mo Wushuang's jade-white little hand, put it into the pocket of his windbreaker, and immediately walked towards the Maybach:
"Because I don't want these mere mortals to hear my wife sing."
He gently opened the back door for Mo Wushuang:
“My wife’s singing voice is simply the sound of nature.”
"It's an honor for them to hear you sing, but they don't cherish you."
He sat in the back seat of the car and held Mo Wushuang in his arms protectively:
"They don't deserve to hear you sing."
Mo Wushuang chuckled and pecked Qin Muhan's handsome face:
"Is my singing really as good as you say?"
"No." Qin Muhan shook his head seriously.
The smile on Mo Wushuang's face froze: "You also think my singing is not as good as No. 001's?"
Qin Muhan pinched Mo Wushuang's pretty nose:
"Honey, what are you thinking about? I think your singing is really beautiful."
"The word nice is not worthy of you."
Mo Wushuang raised his watery eyes in surprise and stared at Qin Muhan:
"When did you become so good at talking?"
"It's all been trained by my wife." Qin Muhan hugged Mo Wushuang and sat on his long legs, and gently pecked Mo Wushuang's red lips.
Mo Wushuang blushed shyly: "When did I train you?"
Qin Muhan changed the subject and said, "Honey, does the milk tea taste good?"
"Yeah, it's delicious." Mo Wushuang nodded and took a sip of milk tea.
Qin Muhan suddenly pinched Mo Wushuang's chin: "Then let me try it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly kissed Mo Wushuang tenderly.
Mo Wushuang leaned softly into Qin Muhan's arms and responded to Qin Muhan's kiss.
Qin Muhan suddenly felt Mo Wushuang's response, his black eyes lit up in surprise, and he deepened the kiss forcefully and domineeringly.
