Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Big Shot
Chapter 3935

Xianle Mansion: Young Master Chu, You've Been Rejected by the Blind Dancer Again (7)

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Sister Jin breathed a sigh of relief and was full of confidence Underground Passage: "Don't worry about this. We, Third Master, spent a lot of money to bring this band back. They know all the music."

"Besides, what those foreign little red guys want to listen to is songs, not soundtracks. So it's okay to match the soundtracks to whatever you want."

Su Qiao: "..." The style is wrong and the nodes are inaccurate. These all affect the experience and performance of the song, okay?

"The delay is not short. We must quickly continue to put on this drama."

Sister Jin left her behind, went straight to the stage with a smile on his face, and said to a few foreigners sitting on the edge of the stage, drinking from wine bottles:

"Gentlemen, in fact, as big as Xianle Mansion, we don't have a lady who can sing in foreign languages, and she can sing very well, but there is something wrong with her eyes..."

When several foreigners heard this, they immediately jumped down from the edge of the stage. One of them said in weird Mandarin: "What does having eye problems have to do with singing? She doesn't sing with her eyes."

"You're right, we are here to listen to music, not to look into people's eyes."

Beside the stage, sitting in the seats closer to the front, several young Young Master brothers became interested when they heard that someone could actually sing in a foreign language and started to make noises.

"Sister Jin, please let her come out. We have been here so many times and we still don't know that Sister Jin can sing foreign songs hidden here. This way we can see it!"

"Yes, yes, we are all regulars here, but we have never heard anyone sing in a foreign language. This should be an eye-opener for us."

Sister Jin saw a few foreigners sitting back in their original positions, and the others were also looking forward to it, nodding repeatedly:

"Okay, okay, I'll ask her to come out right away. This is her first time singing in front of the stage, and she has some eye problems. If there is anything inappropriate, please forgive me..."

One of the young men surrounded by several Young Master brothers, leaning on the back of the sofa as if Overlord, interrupted her impatiently, "Stop being so nagging, hurry up! It's already getting late, and I'm Young Master going to leave if I don't come out."

"Okay, okay, right now, right now, Young Master Chu don't leave in a hurry."

After Sister Jin finished speaking, he hurried back to the backstage and helped Su Qiao, who was standing by the curtain, up the ladder next to the stage.

"Don't be nervous, just pretend there's no one down there, just sing your own song as usual."

After telling Su Qiao, she turned around and told Nanny Wu who was following her, "Send her up and wait by the table. If anything happens, just go up and help her."

"Yes." Nanny Wu was also a little nervous, but he still calmed down, took Su Qiao's hand, and pulled her onto the stage.

[Host, this is a dance hall, let's play some rock music! As for the soundtrack, just let them do it with a faster tempo.]

"It really should be a song with a faster tempo."

Su Qiao glanced down as if there was no one there, and then motioned to Nanny Wu to take her to the band behind.

After communicating with several band members, she took the guitar from one of the guitarists, tried the tone twice, and then sat on the chair prepared by Sister Jin. In front of her was a microphone that had already been adjusted in height.

The clear but slightly dull black eyes looked down, expressionless, and said lightly Underground Passage: "A song of 'Don't cry' for you all."

As soon as he finished speaking, regardless of the glances and whispers coming from all directions below, he started playing the guitar intro.

The band behind them followed her instructions and began to follow the melody of her guitar.

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