In fact, she underestimated people. Shen Chong's singing talent is not very good, but he is not as bad as the level of incomplete tone.

This is not the fault of Shen Geshen, but because his original sound reappears in three-unit version of the song God, and the tone is just a crooked one.

Now the child's mother is secretly regretful, and she seems to have been having too much fun.

Shen Chong was embarrassed and had little trouble, but he was sad.

She was about to wink at Shen Chong and let him just go down, but Brother Shen had already made a decision.

For Xinxin, I cheat!

Want to cheat me?

dream!

"Well, give me five minutes. I need to prepare it. I haven't sang this old song for too long. I've forgotten the lyrics a little, so I have to review it."

Teacher Ouyang asked in the audience again, "Do you agree or not?"

"no problem!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Let's wait!"

Shen Chong immediately turned his head and ran to the backstage, pried off the network engineer responsible for the accompaniment under the name of reviewing the lyrics, sat down, first clicked on "Child" to start playing, and then typing on the keyboard while listening to the song.

The engineer, the monk Zhang Er, was confused. He was not saying that he was reading the lyrics. What did this guy want to do?

More than four minutes later, Shen Chong finished work and left.

It's time to show true shamelessness...

Oh no, real talent.

I cheat based on my own ability, how can I call lip-sync?

He was about to walk out of the backstage but stopped him. It was the child's mother.

Lin Zhishu handed Xinxin to the little teacher in her class, followed him, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Are you okay?"

Shen Geshen glanced at her disdainfully, "If we were swordsmen, you have lost now!"

Lin Zhishu couldn't understand, "What?"

"Hmph! When you questioned whether I could do it in your heart, you were already hit by me in the face!"

Shen Chong walked out with his head raised, stood on the stage, took the microphone from Teacher Ouyang, and waved his hand.

The engineer in the background received instructions and clicked on the accompaniment to play.

The melodious accompaniment sounded, and the noisy little hall gradually became quiet, and Lin Zhishu quickly walked back to his seat.

Xinxin asked: "Mom, have you been cheering for dad?"

"Uh, yes, yes, I'll cheer for your dad."

She covered her face on both sides, not knowing whether it was because she was embarrassed by lying or because she was slapped in the face before she drew her sword.

On the stage, when the accompaniment was nearly thirty seconds, Shen Chong took a deep breath and finally started singing.

At the moment when he started, the child's mother's suspicion and regret were like an ice sculpture hit by a heavy hammer, which was broken in an instant.

His voice is thick but clear, with the unique magnetism of a crazi man, and his recognition is perfect.

But his pitch, which was supposed to be a shortcoming, suddenly became the strongest point. He sang out his father's tenderness with his magnetic voice.

Like a tiger sniffing the rose gently.

Like a huge wave caressing the small rocks on the shore.

Like a flame surrounds your fingertips.
Chapter completed!