There is no way back!

Regardless of whether he really knew how to sing or had an old mouth, Gao Mu's escape route was completely cut off.

Either you will be embarrassed on stage, or you will be embarrassed with your tail between your legs.

But, how is it possible!

Gao Mu was very cooperative and showed no sign of stage fright. He took the martini from the waiter and appeared on the small stage leisurely.

"Changmao, what are you doing, supporting the juniors?"

"What song can the young man sing and what song are you going to sing?"

"I just love hearing the sound of the waves. Let's do it again!"

…

There are a lot of discussions, but not noisy. Drinking in a tavern is different from people reveling in a bar. It is more peaceful.

"Everyone, what kind of song do you want to listen to? Apart from the sound of waves, just ask for anything else."

Gao Mu's tone was also very loud. The soldiers came to cover up the water and earth, but he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Hey, this young man has such a bad tone, aren't you afraid of being slapped in the face?"

A middle-aged man sitting at the bar, chatting about business with his friends, asked with a smile.

I thought it would be another ordinary night, listening to songs, drinking wine, and chatting about small business, but I didn't expect that such a thing suddenly appeared.

"Don't worry, the name of my Chinese Little Song Library is not for nothing. I guarantee to meet your needs."

Once the satellite is released, it will have to float for a while.

"Tsk, return the Chinese ditty library, you can really play it."

The long-haired singer was very disdainful. The more Gao Mu spoke loudly, the happier he became, because the slap in the face would definitely be louder later.

"You're quite confident." The middle-aged man at the bar looked at each other and his friends: "It's not interesting for you to sing just when we ask for songs. Otherwise, the two of you can take turns singing, not too many, just one or two lines for each song.

That’s fine. How about seeing who runs out of stock in the end and who loses?”

Fighting songs is definitely more interesting than singing alone.

Everyone came out to have fun and relax, so many people conformed.

"Yes, yes, you don't want the young man to sing alone. Changmao, you remember that you claim to be able to sing hundreds of songs. Wouldn't it be fun if you guys competed for a song? I'll treat you to supper tonight, how about it?"

Some old customers who are familiar with the long-haired singer not only agreed, but also added to the competition.

"Better, I'll definitely eat Mr. Liu's late-night snack."

Chang Mao was not a coward, he really didn't believe that a young boy like Gao Mu could beat him.

Not to mention other things, he has been in the music scene for more than ten years and has probably listened to and sung more songs than Gao Mu has drunk.

How many songs can a young boy with few hairs on his mouth really know how to sing?

"Don't be afraid, young man. Since Mr. Liu wins the bet on Changmao, I will bet on you to win. If you win, I will also treat you to a supper, how about it? Is this fair?"

The uncle at the bar raised his wine glass and gestured to Mr. Liu, then said with a smile.

The suggestion was made by him, and it was impossible for him not to join in for further participation.

It’s not a big deal to watch the excitement, the other drinkers made a fuss

The momentum became even greater, and this time the tavern almost turned into a big bar.

Crowded!

Shangguan Mintao quietly approached A Ping from the side and asked doubtfully: "What's going on? I just answered a phone call. Why did there be such a big fight?"

After she answered the phone and explained the matter, she went to the backyard to find Gao Mu, only to find that the yard was empty and barbecue tools and ingredients were piled under the corridor.

Following the cheers coming from the crack in the door, I walked into the lobby of the tavern and found Gao Mu holding a wine glass and standing in front of the microphone, while the drinkers were cheering each other more energetically.

"Gao Mu has angered Changmao for some reason. The two of them are now going to have a singing competition to see who can sing more songs. In addition, Mr. Liu and Mr. Zheng are also placing bets and are planning to treat the winner to a supper..."

In a few words, A Ping explained the matter to Shangguan Mintao as simply as possible.

"It can really cause trouble."

Shangguan Mintao shook his head, no one knew who she was talking about?

"Should we stop them?"

When the boss didn't come, A Ping was also watching the excitement. She was also watching how Gao Mu would deal with it, and had no intention of helping.

But when Shangguan Mintao came, her attitude naturally changed.

"No, I believe he can handle it on his own, we can just watch."

Shangguan Mintao believed that Gao Mu, with her understanding of him without saying much, was able to cause trouble but was not afraid of it, and was better at solving problems.

She also likes to see this kind of little excitement.

Because of the lighting and angle issues, Gao Mu did not notice Shangguan Mintao and A Ping, let alone hear their exchange.

What lingered in his ears was Mr. Zheng at the bar asking for a midnight snack. The stakes were a bit small, but it brought him a glimmer of inspiration.

"Whether it's a late-night snack or a late-night snack, it doesn't matter." A pair of playful eyes looked at the long-haired singer: "It's you, this is a competition between us, do you want us to each bet?"

Who doesn't know how to play exciting games, but he doesn't like to be led by others to play exciting games, he likes to control everything by himself.

"How do you want to bet?"

Changmao has a high fighting spirit. After all, this is also his home field. Just bet, no matter who you are, be afraid of whom!

"Betting on money, gambling on wine, and gambling on dinners are all too tacky. Let's try a new way of playing, something more sophisticated. How about the loser imitating the three barks of a dog?"

puff!

puff!

puff!

After Gao Mu said what he said, the surrounding area was full of people spraying wine. Is it tacky to bet on other things and imitate the barking of a dog?

Is this theory really hard to refute?

Shangguan Mintao laughed and covered her mouth with one hand. She was almost laughed at by Gao Mu.

"What? I'm scared!"

Looking at the confused long-haired singer, Gao Mu continued to tease.

"How is that possible? Just bark like a dog. Anyway, it's you who's barking, not me."

The long-haired singer's confidence has always been there. He was not afraid of Gao Mu, but thought Gao Mu was so naive, and then doubted that he was related to such a funny middle school student.

Competing with songs, isn’t it better?

"Then let's get started, you go first."

He very gracefully gave up the opportunity to sing first.

"I'll come first, I'll come first." Changmao had been holding his guitar in his hand. At this time, he jumped onto the small stage: "Listen up. Summer, summer..."

Puff puff!

As the song started to sing, Gao Mu completely squirted the martini he had just drank into his mouth, spraying all over his hairy face, and the singing stopped abruptly.

While Gao Mu was squirting, Shangguan Mintao was lying on the table with a smile. Today he is on the pink line!

"I'm sorry, keep going, keep going!"

Gao Mu wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth and looked at Changmao with an apologetic look. He really didn't mean it.

But I really didn’t expect that he would be a pink memory when he came up. He couldn’t do it without spraying it, so I sprayed it first to respect him.

Changmao was so depressed that he almost smashed his guitar. What the hell, is this the reward for singing first?

What's wrong with Pink? There's no rules about what song to sing, he can sing whatever he wants!

Grandma’s bear!

I really wanted to get angry but couldn't. In the end I could only shout angrily: "It's your turn."

"Don't hang around at midnight on weekends, come to Apple Paradise..."

Gao Mu's strategy is very simple. He just sings a few lines anyway, so he starts with the band's song.

then.

You say something to me, you say something to me, you come back and I go back and forth, and we start fighting.

At the beginning, everyone was very interested, but gradually they found that they lost interest and it was indeed a bit boring.

It was just a competition to see who could hum, and I couldn't even listen to the entire song, so that even some guests left the venue halfway through.

Shangguan Mintao was also bored. Looking at the drowsy scene in the audience, and then looking at Gao Mu and Changmao who were also bored, she decided to break the embarrassment.

"A Ping, go tell Gao Mu and tell him to stop humming. It's so boring. I really don't know how he can play until now."

"good!"

A Ping also felt bored and wanted to interrupt it. She thought it was a very interesting thing, but she didn't expect it to turn into such a useless thing.

Gao Mu is really bored, he has nothing to do, and playing with Changmao is also a way to pass the time.

Changmao is different from Gao Mu. He is not bored, he must suppress Gao Mu.

I just didn't expect that Gao Mu's music library was really rich. He almost ran out of music, but Gao Mu was still able to do it with ease.

If this continues, he estimates that he may be the loser in the end, and he is already feeling anxious.

Therefore, as soon as A Ping came forward, Chang Mao immediately agreed. Gao Mu didn't ask for his opinion, and sat aside holding his beloved guitar.

"Don't run, let's continue."

Gao Mu is not bored. On the surface, it looks like he is fighting with Changmao, but in fact, he is taking this opportunity to see how many songs he can remember in his stomach.
Chapter completed!