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Chapter 1091 The Tsundere Young Master of the Black-hearted Teacher 43

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    The boys on the stage were flustered by Mu Ran's sharp questioning.

    The fingers holding the microphone trembled a little, he swallowed, and for some reason he felt a little guilty: "No, it's not"

    "Heh" Mu Ran raised his chin slightly, and on his delicate face, his eyes were as clear and bright as snow, flashing with incomplete ridicule, "So, you know it's not"

    The slow tone, with a little contemptuous sneer.

    In the vast and spacious performance area, his voice was extremely ear-catching.

    The boy's heart shrank, and his face turned pale.

    His lips trembled unnaturally, he held the microphone tightly with a little confidence, and said: "But, I am also singing well. Why, give me such a low score?"

    The boy plucked up his courage to speak, but instead of being appreciated by Mu Ran, there was only a low mockery.

    Mu Ran sat on the chair again, and Erlang raised his legs: "Why is the performance on stage different from your live performance?"

    Mu Ran tilted his head and asked casually.

    The boy was stimulated by his attitude.

    The hand holding the microphone was white, his breathing was a little heavy, and his voice was low: "Because I am behind you. It is impossible for me to win the award."

    The order of appearance is the most important in games, especially those that arouse the emotions of the audience.

    If the performance of one person in the front arouses the emotions of the audience very well, then the performance in the back will be greatly compromised.

    This is a common truth.

    So, he chose to enjoy the stage, just perform well.

    The boy lowered his head and whispered his thoughts in a low voice, looking a little lonely.

    However, an extremely loud laughter suddenly resounded.

    The boy looked up in astonishment.

    Mu Ran slanted his body and smiled unruly.

    On that bright face, the smile was extremely ironic.

    "You are really interesting." The laughter stopped abruptly, Mu Ran looked cold, and shot him with extremely sharp eyes, "If you come to the stage of the national competition, not for the competition, but to enjoy the stage, then why not  Go to the streets and enjoy yourself."

    Mu Ran's words were unceremonious, and every sentence pierced deeply into people's hearts.

    In the background, the students with the door open listened to Mu Ran's words with their ears open.

    The words hit their hearts with extremely strong power.

    The boy's pupils shook violently, and he gritted his teeth: "But, even if I perform with the mood of a competition, it is impossible for me to beat you!"

    The boy growled slightly, full of resentment and humiliation.

    Mu Ran's eyes were cold: "Who told you that you can't beat me?"

    The boy paused, obviously stopped by Mu Ran's words.

    He froze for a moment, his lips murmured: "I"

    "It's you." Mu Ran was extremely calm, "It's you who think you can't beat me, and you deny yourself."

    "No!" The boy retorted, his brain frantically running, "This is clearly an obvious fact! Everyone thinks you are the number one! Not to mention me, the person who performed behind you I may not even be in the top five.  Can't get in"

    Mu Ran twitched his lips and smiled: "Then I still say I am your father, why don't you call me Dad?"

    The sudden, angry words made the boy blush.

    All the words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

    All the students in the background were lost in thought.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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