Li Sifan was having the time of his life singing onstage, completely oblivious to the elderly audience's urge to flip the tables.
When Luo Mingyu saw the nearest old man's eyebrows starting to twitch and his lips growing darker, panic surged through him. Finally, it was time for his operatic part. He snatched the microphone and raised his hand in a delicate orchid-finger gesture.
"In this little town, the years flow by..."
The elderly audience finally looked a little less upset. They leaned their heads together and whispered.
"This young lady sings well. She's got some training! Much better than the one who keeps going 'huo, huo, huo'!"
"See! I told you she was a young lady, but you wouldn't believe me! Once you hear that voice, there's no hiding it!"
"Exactly. The old traditions still sound the best, even when they're rearranged!"
"You really are good, young lady. Here, let this old auntie give you a hand!"
The livestream chat burst out laughing again.
[Hahahaha, fuck, Luo Mingyu's never getting rid of that 'young lady' label now!]
[These elders have sharp eyes. Luo Mingyu couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River!]
[Credit where it's due, this nightclub-hopping rich brat actually has some talent. He sings really well!]
[Li Sifan's pretty decent too, honestly. He just picked the wrong time, hahaha. Neither the kindergarten nor the nursing home let him show what he could do!]
[LMAO, did you all forget Bright Village?!]
[Everywhere Li Sifan goes, he tries to teach people about rap. Too bad nobody understands it, hahahaha.]
Their duet was reasonably well coordinated, and they managed to muddle through their performance.
Next came Li Jingfei's solo, the same classic number, "Who Says Women Are Inferior to Men."
Strong and spirited, she carried herself