Even if the singing voice is full of power, it cannot stop Claude from quickly weakening.

The doctor checked for a moment and shook his head.

Claude raised his head slightly, signaling that he wanted to speak.

The doctor nodded, "Let him say, maybe this is..."

Maybe these were his last words.

Fei Liwen next to her had red eyes and nodded slightly.

The staff member responsible for the broadcast handed the microphone to Claude.

The child seems to have difficulty opening his eyes.

Looking at the camera, his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't even speak at this time.

Whether it was the audience in the live broadcast room or the live audience, they were all looking at Claude.

Putting your hands on your chest, no one spoke.

The only sound in the audience was An Ran's singing.

"In the dead of night, stealth depends on the target"

"He saw a cold light in the tiger's eyes"

"The face-to-face battle is in full swing"

"Resistance tenaciously, hungry"

"To survive, you must kill..."

During the song, Claude's bloody lips slowly opened.

I spoke in a small voice into the microphone with difficulty!

"Dad..."

"Pop!" With a click, the pick in An Ran's hand bounced out.

The sound of the guitar suddenly stopped.

An Ran's singing also disappeared.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone looked at Claude on the screen. After saying this, Claude's head tilted...

The calm and contented smile still hangs on his face, as peaceful as if he was asleep.

"Is he dead?" Someone asked quietly in the audience.

No one answered.

All members of the band stood up and looked at the big screen.

An Ran's guitar pick has flown to nowhere, and tears are flowing from his eyes.

The last "Dad" was spoken very softly, but everyone heard it.

Claude obviously regards An Ran as his father.

No one in this life has been so kind to them.

Maybe he has always been embarrassed to shout out, but now when his life has come to an end, he still screams out.

The voice of his smile, like his life, cannot make any waves in this world.

But that voice from the heart was like a knife, piercing deep into An Ran's heart.

I can't control my tears at all.

Although it didn't last long, the shining point in this child deeply moved him.

On the other big screen, the MV is still playing silently.

In it, Claude walked up and down the court, finally became a star player, and finally reached the finals with everyone.

Everything is so beautiful.

But he couldn't see it.

The happiness and beauty shown in the MV seem so cruel and helpless in reality.

The endings shown on the two screens are completely two extremes.

After a while, Feliwen's voice came from the other side, "He's gone!"

"Wow!"

As soon as this sentence came out, I didn’t know who it was and couldn’t help crying.

Many people in the stadium couldn't help crying.

There was a sound of sobbing...

A man as tough as Steven, who only cares about money, couldn't help but have tears in his eyes at this moment.

The audience in Xiazhou's live broadcast room was even more surprised.

It took a long time for someone to type a line.

"Have a good trip!"

Then these four words flooded the screen.

Yang Yi and Zhang Kai, who were in charge of the live broadcast, did not expect this to happen.

"Um...actually, I really don't know what to say at this time. I heard that An Ran even made a movie specifically for this kid, but he didn't hold on. This is a big deal for Teacher An Ran and Claude.

It’s a pity.”

Yang Yidao: "This child is unfortunate, but he is also lucky. In just ten years, he has lived a more wonderful life than most people. His unyielding fighting spirit and hard-working spirit are worth learning from everyone.

”

"As I told netizens, have a good trip, Claude!"

The overwhelming barrage is pity for this child.

"It's really a bit unacceptable."

"What a good kid, why did he just leave like this?"

"Teacher An Ran has done a lot for him."

"What a pity..."

Everyone no longer knows how to evaluate this matter.

James, who was standing on the stage, said: "Teacher An Ran, sing it again to send him off!"

An Ran nodded.

James silently picked up the guitar pick on the ground and placed it in An Ran's hand.

Just when everyone was still immersed in sadness, the music sounded again.

It’s still the same music, still the same rhythm, but this time it’s much more exciting.

I don’t know if An Ran was venting his sadness. He played extra hard this time and even went out of tune several times.

But no one cares about this.

"Rise up and resist, return to the streets"

"This is my chance to try my luck"

"Come back here from afar"

"A person is full of the desire to survive"

"How many times it happens in the blink of an eye"

"Your passion brings dazzling light"

"Hold tightly to the dreams of the past..."

An Ran's voice became hoarse and her vocal cords rubbed, but there was strength and power in it.

Such an inspirational song makes everyone even more unable to control their emotions.

The Sonics players jumped to the rhythm, shed tears, and sang loudly along with An Ran.

The audience was silent, looking at the picture with tears streaming down their faces.

"It's the eyes of a tiger, it's the excitement of battle"

"Strive to resist the opponent's provocation"

"In the dead of night, sneak close to the target"

"He saw the tiger's eyes, showing a cold light"
To be continued...