Chapter 127 I Sing Directly
game day.
Yun Ci walked slowly into the multimedia classroom and glanced inside.
The stage was built temporarily, and the audio equipment was fairly professional. The students below were full of students. The first two rows were judges and school leaders.
The crowd was surging, and there was a lot of noise.
The order of appearances is by lottery.
Backstage, Chen Fangjun cheered Yunci: "Don't be nervous, just pretend that all the radishes and vegetables are sitting below."
Yun Ci leaned back on the chair, cocked her legs at will, and tilted her head to play with her mobile phone. Her cuffs were pulled in half, revealing her fair wrists and a messy ball head.
Others disliked her arrogant attitude.
"Everyone is practicing, she can only play, our class will be finished."
"Look at her, anyway, pay attention to her image, don't wear skirts, don't wear makeup, and those who don't know think she's going to mess up the scene!"
Soon, it was Yunci's turn.
She turned off the phone, put it in her pocket, stood up and walked to the stage.
The bottom immediately boiled.
"Isn't Ye Pei participating in the first class?"
"Then you can't choose her, are the first class crazy?"
"Look at her, she looks like she's here to sing, hahaha..."
Even the judges frowned.
Everyone who came to participate in the competition was dressed like a fairy, only Yun Ci was still wearing a school uniform.
Yun Ci picked up the microphone, the lights dimmed, and the singing was about to start.
At this time, the sound suddenly became noisy, followed by a sharp screeching sound, so loud that everyone covered their ears.
"Quick! Turn it off! My ears hurt!"
The student who controlled the sound hurriedly turned off the sound.
The school leader stood up and asked, "What's the matter? Is the sound broken?"
The student replied: "The sound is not broken, but the accompaniment sound source handed in by a class has a problem, and the music cannot be played. It is all such a harsh sound."
Yun Ci's hand holding the microphone tightened, there was no expression on his face, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.
The pot exploded below, and everyone was talking about it.
"This kind of thing has never happened before, but there is a problem with her sound source."
"I think she doesn't know how to sing. For fear of losing face, she deliberately broke the sound source."
"The class deserves it, who asked them to choose a punk."
The whole class was about to cry.
"I knew she didn't care about this match at all!"
"She's always been a fool, never practiced, and now she's going to be brushed off before she speaks."
"With so many people, our class will lose face to her!"
"If Zipei goes, there will be no problem!"
Ye Zipei sat in the corner and kept twisting his fingers.
Chen Fangjun hurriedly ran to the stage: "I'm sorry, we'll go to re-prepare the sound source right away."
The school leader was unhappy: "When will you prepare, won't this delay everyone's time? What's going on in your class, the competition is not taken seriously!"
Below is a chorus of disapproval.
"Do you want us to sit here and wait for her alone?"
"Why wait for her, waste our time."
"It's okay to hurry up, there are still a lot of people to play later."
Chen Fangjun smiled very embarrassingly: "Let the other classes come first, and we'll be the last."
Said, holding Yun Ci, trying to drag her down.
Yun Ci stood still, put the microphone to his lips, looked down, his eyes were calm like a pool of stagnant water: "I don't need a sound source, I sing acapella."
Her voice was cold, but she revealed a bit of firmness, resounding throughout the multimedia classroom.
Chen Fangjun widened his eyes.
There was an uproar below.
"A cappella? Is she crazy?"
"This song has a high degree of difficulty. Without accompaniment, a cappella will only expose more shortcomings."
"She's just looking for death."
Even the judges shook their heads: "Don't sing acapella, you should go down and prepare the sound source again."