Chapter 75

South Vietnam looked relaxed, looked in one direction, and then showed a strange smile.

It is extremely pure and beautiful, but it has a sense of evil.

"I enjoyed the stage very much. Thank you."

When she finished, she bent and bowed.

Then he got up, waved slightly to the audience, lifted his skirt and walked lightly to the backstage.

The host still remembered her smile and stayed for a few seconds before he quickly put on a smile and pushed forward the next process.

South Vietnam walked all the way along the long passage. Half way through, it saw someone coming face-to-face, a little arrogant.

As they approached and were about to pass by, Nanyue smiled: "can't miss afford to lose?"

"You..." Ni Jiaming immediately frowned. When she looked at South Vietnam, she quickly expanded and said coldly, "what are you talking about?"

South Vietnam reached out to her. Seeing her subconsciously avoiding and smiling deeper, he patted her on the shoulder.

"It's hard. It takes so much time and effort to achieve my wish."

Ni Jiaming's face was a little ugly: "are you crazy?"

South Vietnam shrugged: "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. But you may not be well. "

Before Ni Jiaming could reply, Nanyue kept smiling and continued to walk back.

Ni Jiaming bit her lip and finally endured it. As she walked forward, she calmed her mind so as not to affect the performance later.

In Ni Jiaming's view, even such a provocation by South Vietnam is just futile.

Unlike South Vietnam, she comes from a small city. When she goes to a third rate art school, she thinks she can stand out in the draft.

For a person who has been sent to learn dance since the age of three, this stage is still too small.

As long as there is no force majeure, any external influence is not enough to make her lose her performance.

On the stage, according to the arrangement during the rehearsal, she sang a paragraph first, and then ushered in her own supporting singer Jiang Xulin.

Listening to the applause and screams from the audience, Ni Jiaming smiled.

She had to admit that South Vietnam was really lucky before.

But now, no matter her strength or luck, she is ten times better than South Vietnam.

All things will return to the right track. Those who should get out of the way, of course, and those who should be eliminated, are only worthy of leaving sadly.

Ni Jiaming is more confident when she thinks about it. She only feels that she is playing her best state and strength at the moment.

When I came into contact with Jiang Xulin's slightly strange eyes, I felt like I had overlooked something.

On the other hand, the eight people watching around the TV screen in the background looked different, either shocked or surprised, or desperately hiding their joy.

After the promise reacted, he subconsciously looked at South Vietnam: "is it you? Did you move your hands and feet on the microphone? "

Before Nanyue answered, Yuan Xiaofu retorted: "there was a sound just now. Do you mean that Nanyue can remotely control the microphone to make it go wrong at a fixed time?"

"This..." promised to say something, but was pulled down by the person next to her and motioned her to look at the screen.

On the screen, Jiang Xulin was very clever and exchanged microphones with Ni Jiaming.

It happened to be the male voice part. Jiang Xulin began to sing, but the microphone was safe and sound quality was still very good without any problem.

But when it was Ni Jiaming's turn again, it turned into a silent drama.

Even to Jiang Xulin, Ni Jiaming didn't make any sound. It was just a counterpart.

He was a little strange. During the rehearsal in the morning, Ni Jiaming was still singing.

It's a formal stage, but it's lip synching?