After figuring out her destination, Wu Mu asked curiously, "Aren’t you from Shen City? Why are you here?"
Su Meng shook her head, "I am from Shen City, but my family also has a house here in Beijing."
She paused, a rare smile appearing on her face, "We were also in the hall just now. My friends wanted to cover their ears during your first song."
Wu Mu laughed heartily, "That has nothing to do with me. There was nothing wrong with my singing."
Wu Mu chatted with Su Meng as he quickly dropped her off at her home, a large courtyard close to the Forbidden City in the Upper City District.
Hmm, confirmed, another rich kid.
Wu Mu was quite surprised. Although from daily behavior and manners, you could tell Su Meng’s family was quite wealthy.
But he didn’t expect them to be this rich.
This courtyard alone is probably worth at least
While Wu Mu was preparing for his second performance, the live broadcast of the 6th and 7th evening show finally started after a half-hour delay.
In Zhang Li’s small apartment, Zhang Li and Han Yan were already waiting in front of the computer screen.
They originally had no interest in the 6th and 7th evening show. Even if they wanted to watch, they would prefer the CCTV 6th and 7th with a stronger guest lineup and bigger productions, or the Sha City 6th and 7th, which is more entertaining and closer to young people’s tastes.
Beijing TV Station, which is middling, really didn’t spark any interest.
But it was different if Wu Mu was performing in the show.
As "black fans" of Wu Mu, there was no way they would miss such a show, especially with all the drama.
Han Yan had the comments turned on, and as soon as the show refreshed, people were furiously spamming anti-Wu Mu comments. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Han Yan laughed, "Haha, they still haven’t given up. Beijing TV Station is clearly trying to protect him by playing dead, and yet they still come here to contribute to the show’s views."
Zhang Li also laughed, "After all, since it has already started, there’s no way it can have a feeble ending."
Yeah, most bystanders wouldn’t keep up with this matter, but Xiao Yi’s fans and Wu Mu’s haters, since they’ve already started, won’t just let it end weakly.
Xiao Yi stood under the gray mountains and seas of the motherland, singing with great emotion:
"That year you were my age, as young as a callow song."
"But to create that dream new world, you turned and hurried into the wind and rain."
Du Xingguo instinctively glanced at his granddaughter.
Even if he’s not a professional, he could tell this person couldn’t compare to the previous singer. Even with pitch correction and tuning, you could sense the voice was weak and lacked infectiousness.
What’s so great about this?
Hu Qing also didn’t understand what was so good about it.
Xu Zhichun continued with the second verse:
"I see millions of lovely you, running into the depths of the smoke without looking back."
"Countless youthful figures vanish into the night, bringing the dawn."
Du Xingguo completely lost interest, shaking his head, "I can’t appreciate young people’s stuff."
Hu Qing couldn’t help but chuckle, "Qingyue, your standards shouldn’t be this low."
Lin Qingyue, after all, was a director who had won awards. How could her aesthetics regress so much?
The song sounded pretty good, but no matter how good a song is, if performed by an unskilled singer, it wouldn’t be effective.
No infectiousness in the singing, no immersion into the lyrics. No matter how good the melody is, it’s just noise. Even with pitch correction and tuning, the performance appeared mediocre to them.
But just when they thought this song had no surprises.