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Chapter 7 Shocking Performance

"Meow...Brother, I want to try..."

Zhao Xiyue opened her teeth and claws in front of Yunyi and waved her small fist. Yunyi was indifferent and said, "If there is no mecha competition, I will let you try it." But now in the organic armor competition, I will definitely win and get the room. You are still young, so don't show up.

"But they really want to help you..." Zhao Xiyue was very unhappy. She pouted, raised her head high, and didn't look at Yunyi.

"This child." Yunyi smiled and still didn't agree. Zhao Xiyue has grown up slowly now. At the age of 12, she has begun to enter the development period. From the Spring Festival to now, her height has grown nearly five centimeters. From her body, Yunyi can gradually see some shadows of Her Majesty in those years. Although it is far away from the Fengzhou star field where Iselas is located, Yunyi does not want her to show her face for her safety.

"Mom, look, that person over there is not..." Suddenly, a little boy sitting next to him suddenly pointed to Yunyi and shouted to his mother.

Yun Yi thought he had been recognized and hurriedly turned his face. He doesn't want to be recognized in this place, otherwise it would be bad to attract a large number of tourists.

But then, the little boy actually came to him, but after looking at Yunyi, he ignored him, just looking at the little girl's eyes behind him full of small stars.

"Hello, are you Zhao Xiyue?" The little boy was a little nervous, but he still asked and his face turned a little red.

"I'm Zhao Xiyue, are you?" Zhao Xiyue always behaves politely in front of outsiders.

"Wow, you are really Zhao Xiyue. I thought I recognized the wrong person." The little boy said excitedly, "I like listening to your songs very much. Can you sign me?"

"Of course, thank you for listening to my songs." Zhao Xiyue said with a smile, throwing a white eye to Yunyi and signing his name on the notebook handed over by the little boy.

Yunyi was embarrassed and thought that he was looking for him, but he didn't expect that he was looking for Zhao Xiyue. Chris Lin Moxue and others next to him couldn't help laughing, covering their mouths and smiling secretly.

"Can I call you Sister Xiyue?" The little boy looked only seven or eight years old and asked naively. After getting Zhao Xiyue's nodding permission, he asked happily, "Sister Xiyue, are you also going to participate in the Paradise Hotel competition? I believe that if you participate, you will definitely win!"

Looking at Zhao Xiyue's eager eyes, Yunyi sighed slightly in his heart. When it comes to her appearance, Zhao Xiyue has participated in many competitions before, and she has many fans. Even if she did not participate in today's competition, she has been known by many people.

"Since you want to go... then go." Yunyi smiled helplessly and agreed to Zhao Xiyue.

At this time, the registration for the event of Paradise Hotel is about to close, and Zhao Xiyue is also the last to sign up. So her performance was also arranged to the end.

The competition takes each contestant to perform one track. The hotel invites some celebrities in the music industry to score as judges, and the winner of the final score is the winner.

After listening to the singing of several contestants, as Yun Yi guessed, few real masters participated in this kind of activity. Almost all of them seemed to be very amateur. Although they sang beautifully, some places were obviously inaccurate, or out of tune and scored more. It is seven to eight points, and few people can get more than eight points.

Although the number of applicants is large, most of the songs are very short, and an hour later, it is almost the end.

"Xiyue, come on!" Xiyue, sing a good song. Our room depends on you!" Xiyue, if you win, I will ask Yueer to go shopping with you! Buy whatever you want, and I'll pay for everything!"

Chris Yang Chengling and others encouraged Zhao Xiyue one after another. Zhao Xiyue nodded heavily and looked solemn, as if she had accepted an extremely important task. She said, "Don't worry, I will definitely win!"

In order to attract more guests, a lot of musical instruments were prepared for the competition. After a while, it was Zhao Xiyue's turn to play. At her request, the staff moved a piano to the stage, and then Zhao Xiyue, dressed in a long purple dress, slowly walked to the stage and sat in front of the piano.

The beautiful face, elegant posture and princess-like temperament made Zhao Xiyue immediately attract the attention of countless audiences. When the first note elegantly entered the ears of each audience from the piano, the scene was silent, and only the gently rippled music flowed like a stream.

"...Wake up in the morning sun again and again and tie up.

Walking into the classroom hesitantly and taking a confident step..."

Zhao Xiyue's voice accompanied by piano music rippled on the hotel square and reached everyone's ears. Both the audience and the passing tourists stopped when they heard such a sound and turned their eyes to the girl playing the piano not far away.

"... Hundreds of millions of stars are about to fade away, looking at them,

Wave your hand and bless them..."

The judges had no time to rate this song and closed their eyes slightly, allowing this touching song to flow through their hearts, as if they were enjoying the soul-touching feeling brought by music.

"...the time that disappears like hundreds of millions of dreams, watch them.

Wave your hand and say thank you..."

At this moment, all the audience has been shocked. They never thought that they would hear such wonderful music at this moment. The song popped at Zhao Xiyue's fingertips and chanted from her mouth. The perfect combination of music and lyrics is enough to shock everyone's heart.

Yunyi looked at Zhao Xiyue, who was dancing on the piano on the stage, and was extremely shocked. In the past, although he often listened to Zhao Xiyue sing to him, almost all of them were oratorio, which made him feel extremely pleasant. Now, after the guidance of Mr. Xu Wei, she has practiced the piano hard. With the help of her mysterious necklace, how can she make progress?

Moreover, her voice, as Mr. Xu Wei said, is completely born for music and singing. If she is not allowed to sing, it will definitely be a loss for all mankind. Now, Zhao Xiyue has only learned from Mr. Xu Wei for less than half a year, and it has reached such a touching level. If she continues to study, how will she grow up?

Yun Yi looked at the crowd around him and was stunned to find that some people who did not seem to have practice martial arts had an intoxicated look on their faces. He immediately thought that Zhao Xiyue's voice did seem to have some similar charm or confusing abilities. Perhaps this ability does not seem to be strong now, but it can make people more immersed in the beauty of the song when singing.

But if Zhao Xiyue's martial arts cultivation continues to grow and reaches level 9 and level 10 in the future, and even when she is born, what will her ability to confuse people's hearts become?

At the end of the song, all the listeners in the field still kept the movements they had just listened to. It was not until a few seconds later that the audience with more profound martial arts cultivation woke up and quickly applauded for her. Stimulated by the applause, the other audience immediately woke up, and the thunderous applause resounded throughout the square.

The host of the program immediately stepped forward and said, "Just now, Zhao Xiyue's performance was shocking. Let's see the scores given by the judges for her."

The judges are busy listening to songs. Who has time to score? Hearing the host's words, the judges woke up and quickly pressed the score in front of them.

"Ten... ten... Oh, oh, it's ten... Oh, it's still ten... What did I see? All the judges gave Zhao Xiyue ten points, and even the most demanding Ms. Lucy gave ten points..."

Looking at the host's surprise, the audience gave her a white eye. What don't you give such a wonderful song? Even if we give 100 points, we will not be surprised...

Ps: Chinese translation of "MySoul, YourBeats"