"Feng Momo, come on, you can." He cheered himself up loudly. Feng Momo controlled his legs and tried his best to walk onto the stage with an elegant pace.

"Momo, Momo!"

Just as Feng Momo walked out of the contestants' passage, a huge cheer suddenly sounded in the venue.

He raised his head in surprise, and Feng Momo saw the huge support sign in the audience with his name written on it.

And she knew the person who led the shouting.

It was Dou Yixiao.

This liar also said that he is just an ordinary fan. In your current position, it is clearly the position where the fan club leader stands?

For some reason, when Feng Momo completely forgot his nervousness when he saw Dou Yixiao's hard support action.

There is a voice in my heart to tell myself.

"Look at me, as a young master, I can let go of my figure. What else can I do if I can't let go?"

If Dou Yixiao knew that Feng Momo was thinking of him like this now, I wonder how he would feel.

Relaxing his nerves, Feng Momo took a deep breath, listening to the slowly sounding background music, and opening his eyes full of confidence.

What she chose today is a very difficult one, from the treble prince Vitas.

Although this is a Russian song, the shock it brings is unparalleled.

The prelude to the easing and melodiousness, Feng Momo has always interpreted it with low octaves.

This deliberate singing style did not make people feel that something was wrong. On the contrary, whether it was the judges in the audience or the audience around them, everyone held their breath and listened quietly to their deep confidants.

Slowly, Feng Momo's voice became higher and higher. When the music suddenly stopped, Feng Momo also stopped.

The next second, a high note that resounded through the sky suddenly rushed into everyone's ears.

The climax part arrives.

Feng Momo directly completed the instant switch from low octave to high octave.

The sharp roars not only did not make people feel harsh, but on the contrary, many viewers stood up and began to applaud and cheer.

Even the judges in the guest seat all made surprised expressions.

Feng Momo made some modifications to the song. She did not roar the high notes like the original song, but strengthened the control from bass to treble, and even enriched the atmosphere of the whole song with her own emotions.

After the first stage, I entered the interlude and almost everyone applauded and cheered.

However, the next second, the lights on the stage suddenly went out, and even the background music suddenly stopped.

Although Feng Momo was always present with his eyes closed, the sudden change still scared her.

"What's going on?" In the darkness, the sharp voice of a judge was so clear and harsh.

"Huh~" Feng Momo just subconsciously took a breath, but she found that her microphone seemed to be still on.

A sudden flash of inspiration in my mind, and Feng Momo began to hum in an impromptu bel canto at the microphone.

“Ah~”

The sound was like a sirens, and soon attracted everyone's attention.

Just when everyone was still a little confused, the lights on the stage suddenly lit up again, and everyone watched Feng Momo standing there alone with his eyes closed, humming selflessly until the accompaniment music slowly recovered.

With another roar, Feng Momo once again brought the audience into her songs with his perfect high notes.

The exciting and high-pitched sound seemed to bring everyone into a magical world.

Until the end of the song, the scene was still silent.

"Okay!" I don't know who shouted first, and then there was a thunderous applause swarming.

Even the judges in the guest seat stood up.

Seeing everyone's cheers and recognition of themselves, Feng Momo was excited to shed a few tears.

What she didn't know was that in the backstage studio, in the twelfth lunar month, she put down the fruit knife in her hand and looked at the sweaty tuning teacher in front of her and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, you go on, I have no other intentions. I just hope this game can be played fairly. If some people come to you and ask you to help her, then next time, I might tremble my hands." The cold voice of the twelfth month made the poor tuner nod like a chicken pecking at rice.

On the other hand, after Feng Momo was cheering, several judges temporarily terminated the recording of the competition and came to the backstage to inquire about the situation just now.

After all, others can't see it, and they can still see it. It was not a stage effect just now, but something really happened.

It’s just that Feng Momo used his improvisation to cover up the matter.

When everyone asked about this in the studio, the tuner, who had not completely sweated, said that the system was temporarily tripped because of the overload, and he tried his best to restore the power as quickly as possible. Since the microphone was not connected to the stage, there was no problem.

Needless to say, although it was just a false alarm, the tuner was replaced.

In fact, this tuner wanted to be replaced by himself. Originally, he just accepted some bribes because of his greed for money. Who knew that he would cause such a crazy woman with a knife on his neck. Now he wanted to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

After Feng Momo returned to the backstage, Xiao Shan immediately rushed over, with a hint of glory on her face that she had survived the disaster.

"Sister, you are so awesome. If I had encountered that kind of situation just now, I would probably be panicked on the spot. Your ability to adapt to the situation is really amazing."

Although Xiaoshan was praising herself, Feng Momo felt no pride at all.

After experiencing the initial thrilling moment, she calmed down and thought of someone at the first time.

"I'm sorry Xiaoshan, I'll go out." Feng Momo stood up and left his lounge.

She knocked on the door of a certain room, but there was no response in the room.

Feng Momo simply pushed open the door, but found that there was no one inside.

As for the owner of this room, he was on the rooftop outside the venue.

Breezes of breeze blew across her beautiful face.

At this moment, there was a girl wearing a casual sportswear standing opposite her. What was conspicuously was that the girl was holding a fruit knife in her hand.

"So... you betray me like this?" Su Ruizi seemed not very surprised by the situation in front of her. Even when facing the dangerous person with weapons on the opposite side, she was still so calm and terrifying.

"I didn't want to, but I really can't stand you anymore. Su Ruizi, I'm sorry, I'll stop doing it." The twelfth lunar month put the fruit knife in his hand into his backpack and turned around and was about to leave.

"You don't have to say sorry to me. You will stand on Feng Momo's side, I'll know a long time ago." Su Ruizi snorted coldly, and one sentence made him stop in the twelfth lunar month.
Chapter completed!