"Darling." Lin yishallow takes the flower in the hand of Gu Nianjia with one hand, and raises the other hand to pat Gu Nianjia's head.
Happiness explodes.
Miss Jia's tears rolled in her eyes. She hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands, holding her breath, and didn't let herself cry.
The whole audience looked at her enviously.
I knew the elves would come, and I knew that holding a bunch of flowers in front of me would be named by the elves. They would buy a ticket for how much the seats in front were.
How happy!
Only song Feifei's mother and daughter are angry. She grins her teeth and stares at Gu Nianjia, especially song Feifei. Now she wants to tear up Gu Nianjia.
This straw bag was in front of so many people just now. It didn't give her any face. It also gave the flowers to the cat demon.
Hit her in the face.
She must teach this mindless bag a lesson in the future.
Looking at the uncontrollable mood, Lin yishallow cried and laughed and said to her softly, "go back and sit down."
Gu Nianjia is like a obedient baby, nodding her head cleverly, "Mm-hmm."
She covered her mouth and sobbed back to her seat.
Mrs. song asked her angrily, "Jiajia, that flower is for you to give to Feifei. How can you turn your elbow out at the critical time?"
At this time, Gu Nianjia's mood was a little calmer. She rubbed her eyes, and then went back to Mrs. song innocently on her face. "Don't you say that sister Feifei will go up to deliver when she wins the championship, but if she doesn't win the championship, I will lend flowers to my goddess."
It's your daughter who didn't win the championship. It's my fault.
Madame song was almost spitting blood when she was angry at Gu Nianjia's words.
Because of the occasion, she had to bite her teeth first and swallow her breath.
Lin Yi looks away from Gu Nianjia, goes back to the center of the stage, looks at the players and says, "I've been sitting under the stage just now, and I've heard and seen the wonderful performances of several players."
After a very official opening speech, she began to comment directly, "I think the voice of No
Meng Ziting, a 19-year-old freshman, is not tall and looks sweet.
She was praised by the cat demon. Her eyes were red with excitement, her hands covered her mouth, and she bowed to Lin Yi, "thank you, cat demon teacher."
Lin Yi bent his lips, then looked at Song Feifei, who was second in the vote. "Song Feifei, No. 2."
Change Feifei's tone to the second tone, song Feifei's face is black on the spot.
The host is embarrassed to remind Lin yishallow, "it's song Feifei."
Lin Yi shallow smell speech, apologized to song Feifei nodded, "sorry my Chinese pronunciation is not very good."
Again, the tone is still the same, "the voice of song Feifei No. 2 is not suitable for the song of" waiting ", it is too impetuous, and the voice is not clear enough."
Just a moment ago, she really wanted to use the words of Gu Nianjia to describe it, just like the old duck.
Her sharp comments made the scene feel embarrassed.
Especially song Feifei, whose face looks like excessive hyaluronic acid, is stiff and ugly.
Lin yishallow then turned to look at the judges and teachers, with a sneer on his lips, and asked, "I don't know where they can see that she sings well?"
The comments were questioned, which was a very slap in the face, and the faces of the judges and teachers were very ugly.
"That's your own song. You must think that no one sings better than you."