On the TV screen on the wall, the host walked onto the stage again.

"The player who is going to play below is the runner-up player in the rematch. I know, you have guessed his name, yes, he is our top student in the music department - Leng Mo!"

In the venue, applause was like thunder.

Amid the applause, Leng Mo slowly walked onto the stage.

The young and handsome boy is clean and refreshing, and he is just wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans.

Compared to him who was standing on the stage before, Leng Mo was obviously more confident and more ostentatious this time.

After standing on the stage, facing the close-up shot that was pushed over, he did not avoid his eyes as before, but instead turned his face and faced the camera.

On the big screen, close-up of him is presented.

The girls in the venue cheered again

"It can be seen that our classmate Leng is really popular." The host walked over and stood beside him, "The finals are about to start. What do you want to say to fans who like you?"

Leng Mo took the microphone and looked around.

"Tonight, I will fight for the championship!"

"Wow!"

Not only the host, but also the audience screamed at it.

This boy who has always been low-key finally showed his sharpness.

"It seems that our classmate Leng is bound to win the championship tonight. So, let me introduce your mentor to you?"

"My guest is an excellent singer and an excellent singer-songwriter. She is my mentor and my beacon!"

Hearing the word "lighthouse", the fans in the venue became more and more crazy.

"Jun Qing!"

"Jun Qing!"

...

At first it was just a scattered sound, gradually turning into a neat rhythm.

"Then let us invite Leng Mo's assistant guest - Jun Qing!"

The applause and welcome in the venue were more enthusiastic than any previous contestant or guest.

The host stepped down and danced, and people's eyes froze on the stage, waiting for Jun Qing to appear.

One second.

Two seconds.

...

Everyone calmed down and waited in confusion.

Bang!

The drum sounded.

The lights light up, reflecting Jun Qing's figure after the drum set.

The simple white T-shirt, black jeans, black motorcycle boots...

The girl has long hair tied up, and there is almost no trace of makeup on her delicate little face.

A pair of beautiful eyes, sharp eyes.

The drum hammers in both hands were knocking out a string of solo at an incredible speed.

No one expected that she would speak out in this way.

From the sound of drums to the stop, the screams in the field never stopped.

With both hands, Jun Qing grabbed the hammer and stood up, smiling and saluting everyone.

"Hello everyone, I am Jun Qing."

In an instant, the audience burst into screams.

The atmosphere on the show is no longer like a competition, but more like her special show.

On the vip mat, Feng Chen's eyes fell on her clothes, raised his eyebrows and shook his head gently.

"You are still the same as before, and you always like to go against me!"

The man's tone was a little helpless, but more of it was doting.

A figure came over and sat down on the empty chair beside him.

Feng Chen turned his face, and the one who met his sight was a pair of deep black eyes.

Just thinking that the other party was a late audience, he smiled and looked towards the direction of the stage.

"You're late, but... you didn't miss the most exciting part."

Di Lin leaned on the back of the chair and stared at Jun Qing on the stage like him.
Chapter completed!