After the Starlight Girl's performance, the third round of the competition began immediately.

According to the rules, the last one in the previous round was the first to sing, that is, Zheng Yushi was the first, Xu Zitong was the second, and Li Xiang was the third.

Zheng Yushi still brings an original song called "Description".

Li Xiang clearly felt that his song level was declining, which lacked charm than before, including this song "Description".

Xu Zitong was the second to play. Although he ranked last in the three votes, he was optimistic and smiled, and seemed to be not worried about being eliminated after this round.

Xu Zitong also brought original songs, called "Jiangnan Clouds and Rain", which is the same style as his previous "Drizzle on the Mountain Road". The rain hits the stone steps and graces gracefully. This song has more tenderness like water.

Li Xiang stood in the backstage and watched Xu Zitong sing from behind. On the stage, a row of girls wearing cheongsams were dancing with oil paper umbrellas. From behind, the curves were beautiful, and it was so beautiful.

However, he was not in the mood to always appreciate it. Maybe he had drunk water and wanted to go to the bathroom. Xu Zitong had already sang halfway. Li Xiang endured it and wanted to wait for the stage to finish singing before going to the stage. But the more he tolerated, the more he wanted to go to the bathroom. He couldn't help but hurried to the bathroom. The staff following him were stunned. Where else would he go if he was not waiting here at this time? He chased and asked, "Li Xiang, Li Xiang~ I'm coming to you soon, where are you going?"

Li Xiang said hurriedly: "I know, I'm going to the bathroom now."

"Now? It's coming to you soon."

Li Xiang was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, how could he not know that he would be here soon?!!

The staff followed him to the bathroom door and wanted to go in. Li thought: "Don't follow me, just wait for me outside."

"Then hurry up, Li Xiang." The staff looked at the watch and wanted to wipe the sweat. It seemed that there was not enough time.

Not long after Li Xiang entered, the staff at the door urged: "Li Xiang~Brother, hurry up, the superstar is about to finish singing."

"Here, come~"

Li Xiang hurried out, and the staff hurriedly said: "Hurry, the superstar is over."

"Grass~" Li Xiang followed the staff and ran away. There were staff members who were running to find him in front. Seeing Li Xiang running, they hurriedly waved to him faster. The superstar had already stepped down.

Lin Qingwu came out from somewhere and saw Li Xiang and his group running over in front of him. Although she didn't know what was going on, the stage had announced that Li Xiang had started the performance, but the person was still here, which must have been wasted time.

"Li Xiang runs away quickly~ It's time for you~ Don't worry."

Li Xiang was stunned while running, stopped and looked back in surprise, and saw Lin Qingwu calling out to him.

"Li Xiang runs quickly, it's time to you~" Lin Qingwu wondered why he stopped and urged.

"Li Xiang hurry up, why did you stop?" The staff member pulled him anxiously and ran away.

Li Xiang was just stunned for a moment. The words Lin Qingwu shouted were so familiar.

But now he didn't have time to think too much, so he hurried to the stage.

Zhang Xiaoping had already received the news and needed him to control the scene, so he was talking. After hearing the director's words from the headset, he invited Li Xiang to the stage again.

Xu Zitong stood at the exit with concern. When she saw Li Xiang, she asked, "Where did you go? Take a deep breath, calm down, calm down."

Li Xiang took a deep breath, nodded at him, and walked onto the stage.

The song he was going to sing appeared on the big screen.

Song title: "Don't worry"

Lyrics by Li Xiang

Composition: Li Xiang

As the light changed, Li Xiang shouted twice:

??Hey———————?

Then he started singing:

??Don't worry about anything??

??Let's sing together??

??All your sad memories??

??Buried deep in your heart??

??The past is all over??

...

The reason why Li Xiang chose this song as the song for the finals is that this song carries too many memories of his past lives. As soon as the song sounded, he couldn't help but see the memories related to this song.

As the lyrics sing, my mother likes to tell me the most is "What are you worried about? Nothing needs to be worried about, let's sing together."

She is always so optimistic and inexplicably optimistic. In my opinion, she is simply so stupid and happy every day.

Whenever this happens, I will refute her angrily: "A young man without a future, what do you think he is worried about? Do you think he wants to worry?! Am I worried nonsense?"

"Do you want to fall in love?" My mother suddenly looked at me with the expression "I just knew your ghost thoughts".

I was speechless, why was it so powerful that I was actually hit by her?

My mother smiled terrified and said, "Is the new girl from the bookstore on the street beautiful? Do you like it? Will the young lady ask her to come?"

A new bookstore has been opened on the street, which means that the book and video store of "My Ideal" has competitors! But I don't know if they regard "My Ideal" as their opponent, because it is too small and too broken. Except for old customers for more than ten years, no one will come to "My Ideal".

I have been to the newly opened bookstore. It is very large, spacious, bright and beautiful, with a lot of books. The new female clerk is very cute. I like it very much, hoho ho~.

Oh~ The young lady is really amazing, he can discover this.

I immediately stopped worrying about the dark future, laughed, nodded, and agreed to send the young lady to the scene, just a little worried: "Why did you invite someone?"

I thought the young lady would have a very clever idea, but she was a bad idea.

"Just say you want to talk to her."

“…”

Seeing my broken expression, the young lady said unhappily: "What kind of expression are you? Be happier, hurry up, be happy."

She pulled my face and pulled it hard to both sides, just like she usually violently breaks old books, which made me feel so painful.

"Let go~" I knocked off these hateful big hands.

The young lady smiled and said, "Do you think you are handsome?"

I thought about it very seriously, and I had to say that I was handsome even when I was looking at the mid-point above my head.

"handsome."

"Yes, young people should have confidence. You are famous. Everyone on this street knows that I told the girl that you want to discuss literature with her, and they will definitely come."

“Don’t you discuss life?”

Pia ~

Ouch ~

I was furious: "Why are you hitting someone??!"

I was comforting me just now, but I started to do it in a blink of an eye. What a moody aunt!

"You little hooligan, you want to discuss life with others for the first time when you meet someone. You must be very serious about dating girls, and you cannot be casual!" The young lady said to me.

I said this little, and I became a "little hooligan". I was wronged.

"Are you serious?"

The young lady proved that she was serious with practical actions. She grabbed my middle part with her hands, pulled my hair, and almost pulled a middle gap into a rift valley in Africa. It was really so stingy.

"Help~ Miss, what are you doing? Let me go, ah--"

Seeing that I suffered, the young lady finally let me go.

I covered my head and secretly felt sad, "It hurts me so much!"

Pia ~

The violent lady took action again, slapped me in the face, and said, "Who is you?"

I was so scared that I quickly said, "Your uncle, you uncle~"

Pia ~

The violent lady took action again, slapped me a second time, and asked fiercely: "Who is the master?"

"You are - you - the eldest master! Uncle! Stop hitting me!!!"

The young lady laughed with satisfaction and took back the iron palm.

"I'll go and talk to other girls."

In the evening, she successfully came back from a cliché and gave me a message about what the girl was named, where she was, what she liked, whether she had a boyfriend, how old she was, how tall she was, how many measurements she was, and when was her aunt?

"Hey, hey, don't tell me this, Miss, you look so slutty."

The young lady immediately slapped me again and said I was a fool.

I, a fool, asked her with concern if the girl had agreed to come and when would she come.

The young lady said it was noon.

The next day at noon, I put on my middle-parted hair combed, put on my newly bought white shirt, put a copy of "I Am a Cat" on my knees, and pretended to wear a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, waiting for the girl to come and chat with me and comfort my lonely soul.

The girl didn't come, the young lady came.
To be continued...