The scumbag cheated on me and I was criticized, but now I am famous, why are you crying?

When the song ended, the 700 audience members cast a total of 530 votes.

The next person to perform was Park Ji-hoon, a male singer from Silla. He performed a singing and dancing song. He was handsome, a good dancer, and a good singer, and he eventually received 545 votes.

Australian singer Cody Minogue, with her deep voice and high notes, received 600 votes.

Indian singer Lata Manji won 611 votes with her skillful vibrato and glissando.

Jennifer North, the American singer who came in second last time, received 598 votes this time.

"The next singer to come on stage is James, the national singer of Great Britain. He will perform his song. Please welcome him with applause."

After speaking, host Hu Bin left the stage.

Ningxia sat in the lounge, watching James in a suit walk calmly onto the stage on the TV screen, take a deep breath, and begin his singing.

Closing her eyes, Ningxia listened and evaluated in her mind, she had a wide range of vocals and could handle a variety of them with ease.

His voice is hoarse and magnetic, and he sings a love song in a very infectious way.

His blue eyes are full of affection, as if inviting you to swim in the ocean with him.

Overall, he does have the ability to take first place.

If there is a downside, it's that the song isn't very good.

Although foreign music is much better than Chinese music, it is only stored on Blue Star. Compared with Ningxia's resource library, it is more than one level lower.

“Maybe this show is a chance to go international…”

Wen Jia, who was sitting next to her, didn't hear clearly, so she looked up at her and asked, "What did you say?"

"Nothing much, what do netizens think of it?"

Sighing, Wen Jia felt a little discouraged.

"What else can I do? Except for the Japanese guy, the others are all well-known in the international music scene. They sang well-known English songs, and there wasn't a single negative comment in the comments."

Ningxia looked at her phone and saw that the comments were all praising James.

'James, I love you!'

'His eyes are so beautiful, he is so gentle, he is smiling at me.'

Chinese netizens are equally unenthusiastic.

"That's the difference!"

Not to mention overseas, many people in China have heard James' songs. It would be strange if he didn't get number one with such popularity.

At the end of the song, James got a high score of 620 points, temporarily ranking first.

"How the hell can we compare this? I really want Sister Ning to carry the train and run away."

"They really sing well, the Chinese music scene can't beat them."

"You don't know until you hear it. It's really shocking. Are all foreign players so strong?"

While netizens were discussing, Ningxia walked out of the lounge to go on stage. In the corridor, she ran into James who had just come off the stage. He greeted her in broken Chinese.

"Wow, Ningxia, your clothes are so pretty."

"Hello Mustard Silk, you are handsome too!"

After saying hello, the two passed each other.

The camera kept following them. Foreign netizens didn’t think anything of it, but Chinese netizens did.

"Fuck, this is Ningxia?"

"Is she going to sing an opera? Is she crazy? Singing an opera in this kind of situation?"

"A clown is a clown. Now he is singing an opera. Will he also do the Yangko dance later?"

'Fuck mustard, I can't look at the name James anymore.'

'Hahahaha, I'm going to laugh.'

"If you are not good at English, go learn it. You are embarrassing China here. It's too shameful for you."

'Ningxia is so disgusting, she can't even call people by their names correctly, did she not graduate from elementary school?'

No matter what they said, it had no impact on Ningxia. After Hu Bin finished his performance, he walked onto the stage gracefully.

Domestic netizens are not optimistic, but foreign netizens find it very fresh.

'What kind of outfit is this? It's so pretty.'

"It should be an ancient Chinese dress! Why haven't I seen anyone wearing it?"

In a courtyard in Kyoto, Gao Mingyuan was watching the live broadcast on TV and was quite puzzled.

"Dad, can we win with this?"

Gao Guoqiang asked back with a smile.

"Let me ask you, if you know that your singing skills are not as good as others and your songs are not as good as others, what should you do if you want to win?"

Gao Mingyuan glanced at the TV and asked, "Could it be... an opera?"

Gao Guoqiang said with disgust as he slapped him in the face angrily.

"What do you mean by singing opera? It's a surprise attack. China is great in many ways! Opera, folk songs, etc., any of which can surprise foreigners. I'm going to start now. It's a waste of words to talk to your pig-brained brain!"

Gao Mingyuan: ...

"Red Ling"

Lyrics and Singing: Ningxia

"New song? Ranking doesn't matter, I want to listen to new songs."

"I bet this song definitely has operatic voice. I love Sister Ning's operatic voice."

"I kind of understand what Sister Ning is trying to do. Are you trying to promote Chinese opera abroad?"

"Opera? It's so funny. Who would listen to something so vulgar?"

After standing still in Ningxia, the stage under my feet rose about one meter, and with the holographic projection scenery, it immediately turned into a stage.

As the prelude sounded, Ningxia performed silently on the stage, and the audience projected below cheered.

After she got off the stage, the audience surrounded her and praised her. Although there was no sound, it was clear at a glance that she was a star.

"The play breaks and the water sleeves rise and fall

Singing joy and sorrow has nothing to do with me

The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then fall silent

Love in the play and outside the play, who can tell?”

As she sang, she followed the crowd out of the theater. The scene changed to the street, and a rickshaw came running over, as if to pick her up.

The singing in Ningxia never stops.

"Has the habit of blending all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy into the ink

What if the old words are sung? The bones and ashes are all mine.

Suddenly, the crowd around dispersed, the rickshaw driver abandoned his rickshaw and ran away, and the street vendors even ignored their stalls and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ningxia stood alone in front of the theater. Pieces of white paper floated down from the sky. She picked one up and looked down, her cheeks instantly wet with tears.

"Sister Ning, please don't cry. I feel so bad for you."

"Fuck, that's Japanese, right?"

On the stage, a group of soldiers armed with rifles surrounded Ningxia, with the bayonets on their guns pointed at her.

The leader was pointing at the theater and saying something, Ningxia kept shaking her head. The leader got angry, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers rushed up and punched and kicked her.

Chinese netizens couldn't help themselves when they saw this scene.

'Beat him, kill them.'

'Fight back! Fight back now! I'm going to cry.'

The audience looked worried and held their breath as they stared blankly at the person being beaten on the stage.

After the soldiers dispersed, Ningxia lay on the stage, seemingly seriously injured and unable to stand up.

"In troubled times, duckweed endures to watch the flames of war burning mountains and rivers

Even though I am humble, I dare not forget about my country, even if no one knows me."

'Even if I am just an actor, I will not compromise like you and cry like the storm.'

"I dare not forget my country, even though I am in a low position. It is too difficult. It is too difficult for our great China."

As soon as these two sentences came out, the Chinese audience at the scene felt their noses sore and their eyes red, and suddenly they understood what was being said on the stage.

Although foreign audiences could not understand what was being said, they could understand the pictures. At this moment, they were looking at the weak woman lying on the ground with worried faces, wondering what her ending would be.

On the stage, a group of people in costumes helped Ningxia up while crying and took her into the theater.