A mixture of pop, rock, classical, and symphony, which is unexpectedly good to listen to.

It’s refreshing.

The song has a strong classical style, but the melody and rhythm are very catchy and have strong pop elements.

Not to mention the majesty of symphony and the rebellion of rock and roll.

Many people can hear the rebellion and helplessness in the song, and feel an indescribable feeling of distress.

It seems that something has been destroyed, but I can't do anything about it. I can only watch these things being lost, but in the end I still have to be full of hope and longing for life.

Many people find it strange why there is such ambivalence.

An Ran is under the spotlight on the stage and is the absolute protagonist.

The two old men behind are also shining brightly.

Tonight, neither the Golden Melody Award winner nor the Best Singer winner can cover up An Ran’s light.

After one loop, the song is actually over.

But An Ran got interested. Although she stopped singing, she finished playing the chorus on the electric guitar and moved directly into "Symphony No. 40 in G Minor".

With the help of two masters, the first chapter was played again in a popular way.

It’s almost the same song, but with the addition of a few more popular instruments, the effect immediately becomes different.

The rhythm is more lively, and the conflict inside is more intense.

The audience at the music festival went crazy.

"That's great, that's great..." Miles has lost the ability to speak and doesn't know how to express his inner excitement.

He no longer had any words to describe Enron's performance other than "awesome".

When everyone discovered that An Ran was directly substituted into the symphony at the end of the song.

The audience screamed one after another, countless people stood up, and thunderous applause sounded again.

There is only one flashlight.

That's Enron.

All reporters were squatting under the stage to take pictures.

An Ran, with the lights above his head, had sweat on his forehead, but looking at it from this angle, he looked even more unruly and wild. He was the absolute king.

The atmosphere of the music festival was completely ignited by An Ran.

Everyone swayed to the rhythm of the music.

Mai Liwen stared angrily at An Ran on the stage, murderous intent spreading everywhere.

On the other hand, An Ran, whether intentionally or not, looked towards her and seemed to wink at her.

Mai Liwen's bra cup is a bit bigger.

Looking at An Ran on the stage fiercely.

Finally the song ends.

Cheers broke out from the stage, and the applause lasted for two or three minutes.

Everyone has a look of admiration on their face.

Mancini and Rioste walked to the stage. They seemed to intentionally highlight An Ran's position. They stood on either side of him and followed An Ran in bowing down the stage.

This caused another wave of applause.

Then people from the symphony orchestra came to the stage.

Edith stood aside, feeling very embarrassed and unable to intervene at all.

The cheers and applause continued, and he could only clap helplessly on the side.

Elek's face turned blue in the background. The time was exceeded, but he couldn't cut off the live broadcast signal.

The program manager behind the TV station who was preparing to broadcast had called his mother several times to greet him.

But now the ratings are very good, and we can’t stop there.

If we stop, this music festival will not end at the end, and it will cause dissatisfaction among the audience.

You have to bear all the difficulties yourself.

I'm afraid that no matter how good the ratings are, I will inevitably have to criticize myself.

What's even more terrible is that the character framed by a group of them ended up becoming the absolute protagonist of the music festival.

Who can I talk to to reason with you?

After finally waiting for the applause to subside, Miles rushed forward impatiently.

Edith's face turned green.

Do you guys think that I, the host, does not exist?

Miles grabbed Edith's microphone and said, "Mr. Enron, you are the greatest musician I have ever seen. Your songs and music are definitely the best in the world."

"Thank you for the compliment." An Ran smiled and said: "Without my brothers and sisters, Mr. Mancini, Mr. Rioste, and the symphony orchestra, I would never have been able to perform so well."

"The success of today's performance is not due to me alone, but to everyone!"

This sounds so nice to say.

There was thunderous applause.

Rioste came over and said: "I don't dare to take credit. From the beginning to the end of this song, Mr. An Ran is leading us. Everyone must be able to hear it, so don't be modest."

There was a burst of laughter below.

But it’s true.

An Ran's guitar playing is like a galloping general, and everyone follows him in charging into battle.

Miles said: "Mr. An Ran, I really want to know what your lyrics are about now. I want to know if they are the same as what I think."

An Ran nodded and said the lyrics again in Xizhou dialect.

"Oh my gosh, great lyrics, aren't they?"

"Yeah, but I don't quite understand it. It seems to contain some allusions."

"Yes, Prince, I know what it means, but what does the glass slipper mean? What does it mean? And apples are poison, which seems to have something to do with it."

"Yes, actually I think there seem to be many hidden stories in his lyrics."

Miles also has the questions in these lyrics.

"Mr. Enron, what does Apple represent? Dangerous love?"

An Ran was stunned for a moment and thought about it carefully.

By the way, it seems that there are no fairy tales like "Snow White" and "Cinderella" in this world.

Fairy tales are still cliche until now.

This kind of classic fairy tale that has been circulated on the earth for a long time does not exist on Blue Star.

An Ran smiled and said: "Actually, apples and glass slippers are both beautiful fairy tales."

"Oh?" Myers said: "I heard that Mr. Enron is also a writer, so is this a new story you created?"

"You can put it that way!" An Ran said: "These are fairy tales written for children."

I'm crazy.

Can you also write fairy tales?

The audience below was all dumbfounded. You are so aggressive in crossing boundaries.

One kick to the east and one to the west.

This is unacceptable.

Myers said: "Then I won't ask too many questions here. I hope that Teacher An Ran's fairy tale creation will be completed soon and everyone can have a look at it."

"No problem."

Isn’t this a matter of minutes?

In Edith's heart, ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past.

You should have finished asking now, right?

Come here and want to take the microphone.

Miles smiled at him, "I still have a little problem, so it won't waste too much time. Mr. Edith, I don't think you will be angry, right? Don't ruin everyone's fun."

"No!" Edith laughed.

It's weird if you don't know. I'm almost mad, okay?

Damn it, I’m the host, okay?
Chapter completed!