Beautiful mother uses 18 martial arts to teach the whole network how to be a good person

Halfway through the selection process, the guests began to relax and gathered in groups of three or four to talk in low voices.

Because it was lunch break, the number of people watching the live broadcast gradually increased.

The difference in scores among the four people who have completed the stage is not too big, but the direction of the trend can be vaguely seen.

The program judging panel's scoring is more inclined towards comprehensive ability on stage, while the local residents' group's scoring is mostly inclined towards singing and dancing.

Therefore, many of Ou Chen’s fans in the barrage began to criticize Han Bingbing who had just spoken.

"Who just said that traditional Chinese style is relevant to the topic? Did you get slapped in the face?"

"She must have had a swollen face from the cold. She thought she was the show's own daughter, and they deliberately missed a question for her?"

"Looking at the current scores, both Mo Han and Meng Qi have a chance of winning!"

"Not necessarily! Choi Jung, the originator of singing and dancing, hasn't even come on stage yet!"

"That's right! And our Ou Ou! Ou Ou is the candidate for queen!"

"Nikki! Nikki! Girls are the best! Sing for China! Dance for Asia!"

"...The mom fan above is over! I can't do it all of a sudden..."

Qiu Zimeng, who was drinking the last mouthful of soup at lunch in the office, almost burst out laughing when she saw this comment.

I took out a tissue to cover my mouth and nose, and finally managed to hold back my laughter and swallow the soup, my fingers flying on the keyboard.

"I burst out laughing! But I also like Nikki, she's full of energy and has perfect singing and dancing skills!"

The two live broadcast rooms were filled with noise and the guests on the scene were unaware of it.

On the stage, Nikki, with her crystal clear eyes hidden under her long silver curly hair, freely displays her youthful freedom. Her shiny black leather jacket and slightly exposed shoulders draw dynamic lines to the rhythm of rap.

The typical R&B music in "Who's That Girl", for which she wrote the lyrics herself, takes the listeners into the confused psychological world of the girl in the song.

When the song ended, the audience was still immersed in the sadness at the end, and the judging panel had already given their scores.

“??? Did the judges miss lunch and are so hungry that they are dizzy? This is the only score they gave to a song that expresses an attitude?!”

"Honestly, Nikki's song choice is not very good... Save your life.jpg"

"The girl's overall ability is very strong! How can I not give a high score to this song!"

"Maybe... it's not "on topic" enough?"

"..."

Then the local group gave the song an even lower score. The reason was that they euphemistically said, "I only understood a few sentences..."

No matter how Nikki's fans get angry, the show goes on.

The crossover host Lisa sang and danced to a currently popular girl group song "Calories". Her youthful look and the dance she had practiced for a long time presented a satisfactory stage effect.

The final comprehensive score is actually not much different from Nikki's!

"Did I expect too much from this season? It's just, it's hard to review."

"The contrast between the previous ones is too strong! The ratings are getting too harsh!"

"Harsh?! How can Lisa's song be compared with Nikki's professional singing and dancing??"

"I don't know who will be next. There are only three left!"

"I guess the only performances worth watching are those of Cui Jing and Ou Chen..."

"Hey! You know what? I'm actually looking forward to Han Bingbing's performance. I wonder what kind of performance she will bring."

Lisa returned to the main hall, and all the guests congratulated her. Since she was usually very popular, no one had any negative opinions about her getting a good score.

Han Bingbing didn't go closer. She couldn't see through this woman yet and decided to keep her distance.

Seeing Cui Jing walk onto the stage, Ou Chen couldn't help but whisper to Zhu Zhu beside him, "I'm a little nervous..."

Zhu Zhu, who didn't get much sleep the night before, felt a little sleepy after dinner. He forced his eyelids open to comfort her, "Don't worry, we don't have as good a foundation as you. You are the best dancer!"

Ou Chen clenched his palms, which were sweating from nervousness, and subconsciously looked at Han Bingbing opposite him. He saw that after she finished stretching her body and returned to her seat, she was still sitting upright and in surprisingly good spirits.

Isn't this person nervous? She's next!

Han Bingbing keenly noticed that the gray-shadowed old man appeared in the corner again, but she just stayed there quietly.

Because she was not sure what she was going to do, Han Bingbing could only ask the little Ringwraith to pay more attention to her and remind her immediately if anything went wrong.

Cui Jing on the stage also successfully used a memory killer.

The song "Happiness Comes First" that she sang when she was young was adapted into a more lively version. Although she is not young anymore, she danced a very exciting dance in the prelude, which caused a wave of screams from the backstage.

There was even more amazement in the barrage.

Han Bingbing couldn't help but smile and sing along.

Qi Lanzhi nodded in admiration. At an age when she is about to retire, she can still sing and dance like this, which shows that she has real talent.

Hearing the reminder from the earphone to get ready to go on stage, Han Bingbing stood up.

Han Bingbing smoothed her dress behind her and took the prop sword from the staff. The guests who were watching her were a little surprised.

"Sister Bingbing, do you want to dance with a sword?" Mo Han beside her couldn't help but ask.

Han Bingbing blinked her left eye slightly, "The answer will be revealed soon."

"Here it comes! Looks like Han Bingbing's turn is next!"

"Oh my god! She's going to do sword dance again?!"

"Zundu, fake du? The chilling gimmick is quite enough!"

The lunch break was almost over. Qiu Zimeng glanced at her leader who had returned to his workstation, picked up her phone quietly and walked towards the restroom.

She wanted to see what kind of woman was behind her brother's downfall!

Han Bingbing wore a long red dress with sleeves over her pure black gown. The long ribbons of the same color as the sleeves on her intricate and towering hair bun gently fluttered in the breeze, and the black corset on the lapel highlighted her perfect waist.

Han Bingbing, with a cold face, stood facing the light with one hand holding a sword behind her back. People in the guest area could only see her tall upright back, but the audience in the main live broadcast room could see her eyes change instantly when the music started.

Unlike the previous seven, Han Bingbing did not sing. The song she selected, "Treading Mountains and Rivers", was performed with artificial harmony.

As the prelude sounded, Han Bingbing danced to the notes with slow movements. The hand holding the scabbard turned steadily, giving her a delicate and charming look with both softness and strength.

Suddenly, a harmonious voice sounded, and Han Bingbing drew her sword out of its sheath! Her originally gentle eyes suddenly changed!

"The autumn wind and the setting sun enter the long river and the misty rain of Jiangnan is sailing on the boat

How many beacons were set off by the rocks flying through the sky

After walking through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, who will take over the world?

Breaking up and getting together for only a few decades

......"

Han Bingbing, with a look of determination and bravery in her eyes, changed her graceful dance and danced to the beat of the drums and the singing, like a real swordsman, with clean and smooth movements.

Every time the sword was drawn, it seemed to be filled with endless power, and the tip of the sword drew graceful arcs in the air, dazzling the eyes.

The audience in the live broadcast room seemed to be able to feel the invisible sword energy breaking through the screen with Han Bingbing's complex and powerful movements!

"The spear pierces the clouds and lets go of the worries of a lifetime

Looking at the cold moon, I ride alone on my horse, without a word of life or death

The wind swept away the remaining riders, their armors were torn and blood stained the vast yellow sand

Who can stay in the midst of laughter and talk?

After the song ended, Han Bingbing put away her sword and stood up. Her fierce momentum gradually disappeared, her red clothes fluttered, and her black hair still retained the lingering charm of just dancing.

There was silence.

Note: The image of the heroine here refers to the stills of "Ren Ruyi".