Several other judges, who were about to score high marks, heard Ouyang Zhen's cough.

Several people suddenly understand that if you do this, Ouyang Shuang may not get the grand prize.

One side is one of the five school directors, and on the other side are some ordinary students. Which one is more important? They still have a steelyard in their hearts.

So a few people will be against their will to score in the column.

Although it is not very low, but it can not compare with Ouyang Shuang's score.

No one in charge of Fu huaiyong, also do not know that he scored a big 10 points in the scoring column.

0 was the lowest and 10 was the highest.

A total of seven judges, after removing the lowest and highest scores, the average of the remaining five scores is the final score of the program.

Soon, the normal process of the party went to seventy-eight, the last process - program selection officially began!

The staff nervously counted the scores, and the underground audience began to discuss it warmly.

"You say... Who will take the first place this time?"

"Nonsense, of course, it's you at the same table. Is it comparable?"

"That's right. I won't accept anyone else except this song tonight."

Finally, the moment that people are looking forward to is coming.

Those who took part in the performance at the back of the stage also clenched their hands nervously and listened to the voice in front of the stage.

Four hosts smile on stage and begin to read the awards one by one.

"The program that won the third prize in this evening's new year's party is... The magic" instant move "by white snail from class 6 of senior high school!"

"The programs that won the second prize are..."

"..."

with the reports of one program, cheers from the backstage are heard from time to time.

"The program that won the first prize is... Chorus of you at the same table!"

Unexpectedly, the first few awards were announced, accompanied by bursts of applause.

But the first prize has just been exported, but the scene fell into a strange quiet.

Then there was an incredible whisper.

"What's the matter? This is the first prize? "

"Is something wrong?"

Although the first prize is also good, it is inevitably far from the expectations of the public.

When the voice came into the background, Mu Pingping and other people also looked at each other.

"In fact... The first prize is also very good, I am quite satisfied."

Zhang Tiesong giggled and scratched the back of his head, but people with a clear eye could see the loss in his eyes.

"It must be Ouyang Shuang's ghost!" Mu Pingping grinned at Ouyang Shuang in the distance. Sure enough, he showed a provocative smile to Mu Pingping.

"The winner of the grand prize is..."

"it is the solo of Ouyang Shuang from class 20, grade one, senior high school, my father of district chief!"

"Let's give our warmest applause to Ouyang Shuang

But to the embarrassment of the host, there were only a few applause.

Most people, however, remain silent.

A strange atmosphere, quietly flowing in the dark crowd.

"Cough! Let's invite the winners to come to the stage to receive the awards, and the headmaster to present awards to the winners! "

The host is embarrassed to continue the next process. They are hosting for so many years, and it is the first time that they encounter this strange atmosphere.

That kind of needle like line of sight, make them want to end the party immediately.

Fu huaiyong's face was as heavy as water, and he didn't say anything. Instead, he left his seat and walked towards the back of the stage.