Li Fei smiled evilly: "Men must not say no, women cannot say no..."

Wang Yuhuan gave him a look: "The stinky hooligan, he's starting to talk nonsense again."

The singing sounded, and Li Fei's opening sang was not very outstanding, and even a little mediocre.

Pan An and Song Yu smiled at each other. At this level, participating in a singing competition is destined to be the bottom.

Song Yu laughed: "I sang so badly, even one-tenth of Pan An's level is not as good as that of him."

However, as the song progressed, Li Fei gradually became better and his voice became louder, as if he woke up and began to roar.

"Ah, that's Qinghai-Tibet High School...oh...original!"

The extremely penetrating voice finally came out, deeply shocking everyone present.

Wang Yuhuan took the lead and clapped: "It's so good. I can't tell you're pretty good at it."

"That's a must. Doesn't the cute master dare to take on the job of porcelain?"

There are two reasons why Li Fei can whirl up the high notes. First, since he was a child, he rode a tricycle and walked around the door with his father, shouting and picking up rags, and he learned a hidden high notes. Often, he stood in the community and shouted, "Collection of rags!" Even residents on the 30th floor would open the window and replied, "Young man, come up to collect waste."

Second, because of Li Fei's practice of Qi, the Dantian's energy is strong and full of power. The bursting volume is amazing enough, which can definitely shock the whole audience.

Pan An and Song Yu couldn't laugh at this time. They thought Li Fei would give up halfway through singing. After all, it was extremely difficult to sing this song. Unexpectedly, Li Fei not only finished singing, but also seemed to perform extraordinaryly, especially in the last two sentences, every word was perfect.

Now it's Pan An's turn to start singing, and the song is replayed, he slowly sang: "Who brings the call for the reason..."

The beginning was indeed several times more exciting than Li Fei's singing, but at the end, Pan An began to stand up, tilted his neck, and sang loudly.

"Oh, that's Qinghai-Tibet High School...oh..."

The last word, he couldn't even rush up, his face turned red, as if he had squatted on the toilet for two hours but couldn't pull out the shit.

Pan An was there, and his voice suddenly made people think about it. Many girls' faces turned red. People who didn't know the truth outside thought that there were men and women doing that kind of xxoo good thing in the room!

Sure enough, not long after, the middle-aged man with the sign of the on-duty manager hanging on his chest pushed the door of the private room and said seriously: "No strange sounds are allowed inside, otherwise the police, Su Shu, would think I am a brothel!"

Then, in the midst of everyone's shock, he closed the door and left.

Pan An's face turned blue and white. He originally wanted to please Wang Yuhuan and humiliate Li Fei in singing, but he unexpectedly broke the sound at the critical moment and shot himself in the foot.

Needless to ask, Li Fei won again in the competition of this song just now.

Because this guy didn't make much mistake in the whole song, especially the ending part, it looked like a peacock spreading the screen, which was so beautiful.

On the other hand, Pan An performed well at the beginning, but lacked momentum. The last sentence was sang again, which was completely a failure and was simply a suspicion of being a dog-tailed man.

Pan An explained awkwardly: "That, I caught a cold before coming, so my throat was not very comfortable."

Li Fei smiled and said, "You have performed very well. I am going to sing another song that I have to love even if I die. Do you want to continue?"

When Pan An saw, was it that the other party was openly placing a war letter? Damn, it would be outrageous for an amateur contestant to shout in front of him! If he didn't continue singing, wouldn't it be too shameless!

"Let's go!" Pan An finished speaking, picked up the wine glass and drank a few sips of beer to moisten his throat.

Li Fei asked, "Who will come first?"

"You can do it first."

Pan An looked very generous. In fact, he was just trying to breathe a sigh of relief. The song just now almost broke him in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Li Fei did not refuse and sang amid the accompaniment: "If you die, you must love it, and you will not be happy."

As soon as he came up, the high notes were squirting. This was what Li Fei was good at, so he was surprised by the skills of the audience when he opened his mouth.

"Damn, is this kid a donkey? Why can he be so arrogant?" Pan An couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Song Yu came forward and said, "If you don't fight for steamed buns, you have to perform well later. Don't break your throat like you did just now!"

Pan An sighed: "I'll try my best."

However, it can be seen that he lacks confidence. A top ten singer on campus is extremely unconfident in front of a boy who rarely sings. This phenomenon is also very rare.

The reason why Pan An became less confident was because he knew very well that this song was more difficult than the previous one.

Halfway through singing, Li Fei suddenly said to Pan An: "The sound is too low, and it is uncomfortable to sing. I want to raise two tunes, don't you mind?"

Pan An's face twitched: "Don't mind."

I cursed in my heart: Damn! I'm afraid I can't handle the original tune. You actually raised the two tunes. Isn't this clearly embarrassing me?

Li Feisheng sang, and Pan An was naturally embarrassed to lower the tune, so he had to bite the bullet and agree.

Soon, Li Fei finished singing here, and it was Pan An's turn.

"You must love me even if you die, you won't be able to do it all... Cough cough..."

The first sentence was that Pan An could not sing. After two tunes, he had to love him after he had been promoted. It was not something he could control. The whole voice was singing, just like noise, which made the girls in the box subconsciously cover their ears.

"Sorry, do it again."

Pan An replayed the song, cleared her throat, and then continued to sing.

"If the relationship is deep, it is enough to show it...hehe."

Pan An was so tight that the veins on her neck burst out, but she still couldn't roar out the treble part, and her throat was so painful like a torn tear.

An awkward smile appeared on his face: "I won't sing anymore, the tune is too high."

"Come on, drink and drink." Song Yu took the opportunity to say. He had just figured it out. If he wanted to take Wang Yuhua away today, he had to pass Li Fei's level.

Fighting is impossible, because Li Fei has amazing arms and strong strength. If he really does, Song Yu really has no chance of winning. It would be much easier to get a Li surnamed to get Wang Yu's name to take down Wang Yu's wife.

After all, he and Pan An both had a good alcohol tolerance, and there was no problem with the two of them lying down five or six boys.

"You sing, let's have a drink," Pan An put down the microphone and said to the girl, then walked to Song Yu's side.

The girls started ordering songs, while the three boys here started to drink.

Li Fei directly pointed out: "Whether to drink or fight for wine."

Seeing that the other party had seen through his tricks, Song Yu simply admitted it: "Do you dare to fight for wine?"

"How to spell it?"

"How about we two fight you one?"
Chapter completed!