Good guy, is it too reckless for the lover to go through the back door?
All of this gave him very tsk.
Mu Ran didn't know, and the judges beside him who were peeking at him gave them full ten points.
Mu Ran hummed an unknown song, opened a page, and took out the scoring form for singing boys.
He held up the form, with a bit of seriousness in his laziness, glanced at the boy, and scored once.
Such a continuous movement went back and forth five or six times.
All the judges sitting next to him couldn't sit still and wanted to see what score he scored.
The judges who come to the national competition are all appointed by the state and are extremely respected in the vocal music industry.
People who come here are divided into three parts according to their age.
A young vocal teacher like Muze.
A middle-aged vocal teacher in her thirties and forties.
An elderly vocalist in his fifties or sixties.
Come, bring Muze, a total of six.
The six teachers' reputations in the vocal music industry are all first-class.
They don't care about their feelings, but they care about vocal music very much.
They are all people who love vocal music wholeheartedly.
For a genius like Mu Ran, that look is like looking at a baby.
The male student who was restless on the stage and waiting to be scored found out about Mu Ran's actions.
He hesitated for a while, but he couldn't resist putting the microphone to his mouth, and asked, "Student Ye Zi, may I ask you a question?"
After the grade correction was completed, Mu Ran flung the pen and paper on the table in a grand manner.
The two teachers sitting beside him peeked at the scores on the paper.
There are two teachers, one is a middle-aged Mediterranean male teacher with a big belly, and the other is a gray-haired grandmother with glasses.
The two of them stared wide-eyed as they looked at the scores on the scoring form.
Pitch: 0.
Song tempo: 0.
Voice: 1.
Stage performance: 0.
Stage image: 0.
Good guy, I tm call him good guy.
All these zeros blinded the eyes of the two teachers.
They gasped and turned their heads silently.
? Comfort myself in my heart: It's normal for Xiao Tiantian not to know how to score vocal music, it's normal
Mu Ran looked up at the boys on the stage, and said casually, "Ask."
The boy's attitude was respectful and cautious: "Excuse me, what score did you give me?"
The two teachers who looked at Mu Ran's scoring table raised their heads.
The two of them were about to chatter about the words in a hurry, but Mu Ran said the words without any resistance: "Pitch, zero points. Song rhythm, zero points. Timbre, one point. Stage expressiveness, Zero. Stage presence, zero."
After saying that, the boy's face was already pale.
The two teachers were even more annoyed, regretting that they hadn't stopped them.
However, the male student did not give up. He raised his head and looked at the ostentatious young man below: "Excuse me, why is my score so low?"
"Huh?" Mu Ran picked out his ears, pulled his lips, and laughed, "You still ask me? Don't you have something in your mind?"
"What what do you mean?" The boy was a little flustered.
Mu Ran, however, restrained his idleness, his eyes were slightly sharp, and he shot him like a knife: "Is this how you behaved when you really practiced?"
Mu Ran stood up, with a cold expression on his face: "Is your appearance the same when you sang and when you were rehearsing?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com