"Thanks."

Zhou Ziwu bowed to the audience and then straightened up.

A smile appeared on his face.

This feeling is not bad.

The audience applauded loudly.

"Is the first song so good?"

"This song is amazing!"

"I feel that after this program, many classes in the school will have to change their class songs."

"He wrote this song in response to the rumors a while ago, right?"

Everyone is basically praising it, but there are also other voices.

"The song is good, but shouldn't the competition in "The Strongest Voice" be about singing skills? He didn't even hit a high note in the whole song."

"Does high pitch mean singing ability?"

"Is not it?"

Different perspectives on things will lead to very different conclusions.

Moreover, everyone has their own preferences for radishes and cabbages. It is normal for you to have honey and mine for arsenic.

However, the other six singers all spoke positively about him.

Chu Qingqiu looked at the man who was shining brightly on the TV, smiled and clapped, "The song is so well written and well sung."

She was very happy for him, he finally started to show his own edge.

Fang Qin was also applauding him, with a worried look on his face as he said: "I'm suddenly a little nervous. I, a seasoned veteran who has been in the music scene for decades, would be so embarrassed if he beat me by a hundred or two votes."

His music partner smiled and said: "Teacher Fang, you are too humble."

Wu Ying, who was alone in the lounge on No. 3, turned into a little fan girl and called him crazily, "Teacher Zhou, you sing so well!"

When choosing a co-singer before, Zhou Ziwu was the one left over, but now, she felt as excited as picking someone up.

…

In front of the stage.

The applause gradually subsided, and the speaker Zhou Ziwu came online again.

He pointed to the red [raid] on his head, looked at the audience and said: "I know you must be very curious about what these two words mean. In fact, this is a unique raid battle in this season of "The Strongest Voice".

"

"The Raid Singer can initiate a 1v1 duel while any online singer is singing. And I was very lucky to be the first person to be challenged."

"ohhh!"

With his introduction, the audience immediately burst into excitement.

"Single challenge? I won't be sleepy anymore!"

"Exciting!"

"Fight, fight!"

"Is the raiding singer a male or a female? And it can only be 1v1. Can't three people PK together?"

The audience who had been shouting his name just now, at this moment, all turned into people who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

The smell of gunpowder revealed in the words "1v1 duel" directly stirred their nerves, and everyone was extremely excited!

After a brief explanation, Zhou Ziwu began to introduce Lu Purit's identity, "The singer who will conduct the raid next has a high and loud voice. Let us welcome him with applause, Lu Purit!"

Although most people didn't know Ruburt, they still gave him a lot of respect as a talker.

Since you ask for applause, then let’s do it.

Amid the applause of the audience, Ruburt gracefully took the stage.

Zhou Ziwu said: "Hello Lu Bai, I'm actually very curious, why did you just press the button before you heard me sing?"

Ruburt took the microphone he handed over and said very coolly, "The first time I saw you, I felt that you were my destined opponent. Although you are very strong, I am not afraid."

The audience was already embarrassed to the ground by his second grade speech.

Zhou Ziwu smiled and said, "Okay then, please start your singing."

After saying that, he walked off the stage and sat on the sidelines.

As a speaker, he has to go on and off the stage frequently, and the lounge has basically become a decoration for him.

Three minutes later.

Ruburt ended his singing coolly.

Although his mentality has long since collapsed, and his singing just now caused several broken notes, and he even failed to sing the high note he was most proud of.

He himself also knew that these few mistakes almost declared his "death penalty".

However, heads can be cut off, blood can be shed, games can be lost, and coolness cannot be lost!

"Pop!"

The audience applauded again.

After singing like this, they dared to attack Zhou Ziwu directly. This is really cool!

Who gave you the courage, Chu Qingqiu?

Zhou Ziwu appeared on stage again.

He looked at the audience, suppressed his smile, and said solemnly: "The next step is to decide the fate of both of us. Please pick up the voting machine in your hands."

"Press 1 to vote for me, 2 to vote for Ruburt, please vote."

The audience was very surprised.

Is this a direct vote?

The singers backstage were also shocked.

Fang Qin said in disbelief: "Are you going to announce the results directly later?"

Chu Qingqiu's heart was lifted. She clenched her hands and put them on her chest, staring at the TV screen with her beautiful eyes.

Although she was 90% sure about Zhou Ziwu's promotion, what if it happened?

Qi Jie on the side saw her actions and instantly felt that his stomach was full.

Too much!

I won’t lead you to torture dogs like this!

Lounge No. 7.

A male singer with good temperament asked in surprise: "Is the rhythm so fast?"

After receiving the instruction from Hong Chou on the earphone that the voting was complete, Zhou Ziwu started the countdown.

"three."

"two."

"one."

"Voting closes!"

He handed the microphone to Ruburt again and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Ruburt thought to himself, can't you just give me some pleasure? You still have to be heartbroken to kill people, right?

But of course, it's impossible for him to say that.

In order to maintain his character, he smiled lightly and said, "I will never give up until the last moment."

His words were already a disguised admission of defeat.

Zhou Ziwu said: "Then let's look forward to it together. Please watch the big screen when the last moment comes."

Everyone's eyes were directed to the big screen behind him.

Inside, there are two red and blue cylinders representing the number of votes.

Hong Chi was very bad and did not mark who the two cylinders represented.

This is also his signature style, which must drag out the suspense until the end.

Under everyone's gaze, the two columns advanced side by side and slowly rose.

20 votes.

50 votes.

100 votes.
To be continued...