Holm clenched the three stationery that Joe had handed over to him yesterday. When he first met Joe, he thought that the big man was teasing him.

Because he never believed that those nobles would like the 'bad talk' popular in underground prisons, not to mention the nobles who took the time to write new 'bad words', and even if they wrote it, Holm didn’t think horizontally. Will be much higher than him.

After all, he is the champion of the underground prison.

When Holm finished reading all the contents of the three stationery, he found that the song was written... perfect to be terrible!

After reading the lyrics of the whole song, I thoroughly implemented the two words 'Rhythm'. Holm tried to read it again at first, and after reading it completely, there was a feeling of heartyness.

Holm has always believed that the form of music he sang came from the underground prison, and he won the underground prison champion several times in a row. It can be said that he is the best of the whole Nolan at the level of 'bad talk'.

Therefore, Holm also believes that the songs he wrote are the best, only those Nolan listeners do not appreciate, but only want to immerse in the boring opera.

But when Holm saw the song, his last poor self-confidence was completely shattered.

If Homem can be called a king or a champion on the 'bad', then the person who wrote this song... can be called God!

A nobleman would like this form of music, and... is it far better than him?

The facts were already in front of Home, and he let go of his only remaining pride and began practicing the song.

But when Homem started practicing in accordance with the tune of the song, he found that the difficulty of the song was also terrible.

He didn't sleep all night, and with the dim light and the pain caused by bruises around him, he began to practice this song insanely.

But... the speed is too slow, I can't find the sense of language. This sentence doesn't match the music tunes...

Holm encountered countless problems in his practice. Even though he came to the back of the world's singer today, Holm still has many problems that have not been resolved.

"Damn... not this feeling."

Holm tried again, but stuck in the last part, he covered his forehead with both hands.

Tiredness and physical pain hit him. In order to get closer to the ‘God’, Kohl didn’t sleep for almost a night, and spent all his energy on the song.

"There is still time."

Holm calmed himself down. He took a deep breath and looked at the last part of the stationery again. He simulated the accompaniment of the music in his mind and prepared himself to not know the hundreds of attempts.

But he had not had time to speak, and he saw someone standing in front of him.

Holm raised his head. The bruises that were smashed by the two orcs yesterday did not ease at all. This made his left eye unable to open, and he could only see the other side with his right eye.

And the person standing in front of Home is undoubtedly a ‘big man. ‘, the big man that Holm can’t afford.

"Give you."

Roja's money bag was thrown directly at the foot of Holm's face. This move made Holm stunned. He glanced at the purse and suddenly remembered that he had met the ‘big man’ yesterday.

"I promised that you didn't come here for this too? There are ten gold coins in it. If you take it, you will leave soon. This is not the place you should stay."

Roya looked up and down with Holm. Today's Holm looks shabby and awkward than yesterday. Excluding Holm's patched clothes, his bruised cheeks are scary enough.

If you let this person on the stage of Foulsi, unless it is playing a certain harlequin, it is completely a kind of filth to the audience.

The rule of the semi-final is that the two players must be on the same stage. Even if one of the players sings, the other player must stand on the stage and listen.

Roya does not allow himself to have an inconvenient harlequin standing on the stage while singing the opera, which will lower his character.

Anyone who is well dressed does not want to stand with a beggar.

Holm did not answer, he did not know how to answer, he lowered his head and continued to look at the three stationery in his hand.

The rules of existence at the bottom of Squirrel Street are rooted in his heart, that is, don't resist those ‘big men’.

But Holm doesn't want to leave, he regrets it...so he can only ignore his head and hope that the big man can regard his silence as a 'default'.

And the time left for her is not much, he must step up time to practice.

"Give me an answer." But Luo Yake was not deceived by Holm's little trick. He had just been played by Heroliya, and his mood was not good.

And the bottom of the poor actually ignored him, which ignited Roya's anger.

He looked at Holm and didn't even look at him. He just stared at the stationery.

This completely angered Roya, who directly took the letter from Holm's hand and threw it directly on the ground.

Because Holm’s power to hold the stationery was too large, and Roja’s movements were too rude, the letter was directly torn in half, half of which fell to the ground and the other half was held by Holm.

This moment, Holm finally looked up.

"Are you thinking about it?" Roya continued to ask.

In an instant, the little mouse couldn’t control his temper and wanted to stand up and rush to Roya, but in an instant he was stopped by the theater attendant who didn’t know where to rush.

"Mr. Qiao Xiu tells you that it is not time for revenge." The theater's attendant whispered in Homm's ear.

This sentence completely calmed Holm down, and several other attendants also came to the side of Roja to tell Roya that the time has come.

"If you appear on the stage, you will regret it."

After leaving the last warning, Roa went straight to the stage and stepped on the stationery on the ground as she walked through the stage.

The theater's attendant had just released Holm, and Holm immediately ran to the letter paper that fell on the ground to organize it up and tried to re-splicing it back.

But the writing on the letterhead was a bit fuzzy, plus a grayish shoe print, the last part of the lyrics is even more illegible.

What makes Holm nervous is that...he is the last part that is not yet fully grasped.

"It's time to go on stage."

The attendant of the theater went to the whisper of Holm who fell to the ground and said...

Holm looked at the three stationery that was about to turn into waste paper. His hands and feet were as heavy and cold as the lead, and his lips were trembling.

However, under the urging of the theater attendant, Holm packed up the stationery on the ground and put it in his pocket and walked **** the stage.

When he came to the stage, the entire audience had already heard a warm cheer, but the cheers were not for him, but for his opponent.

The aristocratic opera singer from the Faroese style, many aristocratic girls appear to be his loyal audience.

There was a gentle smile on his face facing the audience, and several girls screamed in the audience.

His smile saw that Holm swayed to the stage with some shaking, and he stood a little stiff for a while while standing under the same light projected by the original spar, but it didn't last long.

The two players on the stage formed a huge contrast. One was a well-known aristocratic operaist in Farosi... the other looked like a civilian.

"Roya, we are not meeting for the first time."

As a judge, Sir Bai Jinghua started the greetings before the concert with the young opera singer.

"Yes, remember that the last time I saw you was at the banquet hosted by the Farosi playwrights, Sir Bai Jinghua." Roya's answer was very decent.

"So, as one of the youngest operas of Flosi, what are you going to sing this time." Sir Bai Jinghua went straight into the subject and asked him.

After Roya answered a song that Homer had never heard of, Sir Bai Jinghua began to ask about Holm when he turned around.

When asked about Homem, he was extremely nervous. When he answered, of course, there was no such thing as Roja, and when Sir Bai Jinghua asked what Holm was going to sing.

Holm took the original spar inscribed with a strong inscription, hesitated for a while and then only said a very short word.

"Rap."

"Rap? A form of music that I have never heard before, so I am looking forward to your next performance."

When Sir Bai Jinghua finished this sentence, Holm suddenly heard the laughter from the audience.

This is a ridicule, which is taken for granted... Although the last sentence of Sir Bai Jinghua is out of good intentions, it seems to the audience that it is a self-deprecating.

The show started very quickly, and the goddess of fortune seems to have taken care of Homem today. He won the opportunity to return the hand in the process of casting a coin to decide who will perform first.

This also means that Holm has a song to adjust his heartbeat.

Roya’s singing soon began in a soothing accompaniment.

This big man from the nobility is not the kind of pragmatic waste. He is really powerful... The song he chose, even the homemaker of Homem sounds very difficult.

The treble is too much!

In order to match his singing, the lighting of the entire stage is constantly changing. Under the soft and silent lights, the whole scene is beautiful.

But in this beautiful performance, the only person who seems to be a bit awkward and even unsightly is only Holm who stands not far from the singer.

Holm’s shameful dress, as well as his bruises on his face, are too unfamiliar with the scenes on the stage.

But he can only stand here, standing on this stage and not going there.

That's it... Roya's performance is over, the girl's screams and the audience's applause sound, and the young opera singer has received the admiration for his excellent singing.

On the screen behind Roya, the number of votes he received was constantly rising, reaching more than 23,000 votes.

In the semi-final voting, the audience can choose one player in each round. While Luo Ya’s singing is appreciated by the audience, many viewers think that the shabby boy’s singing can’t win such an excellent opera. Family.

The scale of victory seems to have begun to tilt.

“Thank you.” Roya bowed to the audience and then looked at Holm on the other side with a slightly sleazy sight.

At this moment...Hom knew that it was his turn, and the host also came over and handed him the original spar with a strong inscription.

Holm’s legs trembled to the front of the stage, and his eyes looked at the audience sitting on the stage.

The cheers and applause stopped at this moment, and Holm felt the questioning eyes from all sides. The snoring of the audience in the last game seemed to have reverberated in Homm’s ear.

The hand holding the original spar couldn't help but tremble, and the accompaniment rang at this time.

Must sing! Holm put his mouth in the front of the ‘microphone’, but... his brain is blank!

He... forgot the lyrics! All the lyrics!

The accompaniment is already going on, and it is already where he should start singing the first lyrics, but he finds himself can't sing.

The eyes of the audience's doubts turned into contempt, and tremendous pressure surrounded him. Homem felt that his head was a little fainting and nausea.

In the end, he couldn't help but hold his mouth, and the first lyrics turned into a vomiting voice.

On this stage, he spit out what he had eaten in the morning, and the whole person fell to the ground with powerlessness.

The audience did not give him a snoring this time, but the sneer of one after another.

“Is this the clown that the organizer has found?”

"This kind of performance should not appear on the stage."

"I have heard his singing yesterday, and it really shouldn't be on this stage."

Various arguments poured into Holm's ear, and Holm spit out all the stomach acid in his stomach, but his mind became awake.

He listened to the sarcasm from the audience, and the emotions in his heart were not fear and embarrassment, but he was... angry, not... something far above anger, that is hatred.

What... can't you appear on this stage?

Holm clenched his fists... The scene of practicing the song yesterday poured into his mind.

The song I practiced yesterday was far better than the guy’s song, and it’s better to listen to thousands and hundred times!

You guys don't know how to admire!

Hate is filled in Holm's heart, and this hatred becomes his motivation.

He has to sing that song! Sing to these stupid guys and tell them that there is more than just a form of opera in the world!

And the rap he likes is much better than the opera!

He has to tell these ignorant guys.

Driven by hate, Hom raised his left index finger to the top of the Nolan National Theatre, in the direction of the sky.

The voice of ridicule stopped, and the figure that was still vomiting stood up, his eyes were no longer fearful, but filled with a kind of anger.

"Again."

Only one person in the entire theater read the meaning of Holm’s action, that is, Qiao Xiu.

Under the instructions of Qiao Xiu, the music sounded again.

Holm raised his ‘microphone’, and at this moment, Holm swept through all the audience in the audience with fierce eyes, every viewer who had just laughed at him.

"listen!"

Holm’s powerful voice echoed throughout the Nolan National Theatre, and everyone sat in front of the ‘TV’ audience.

His voice didn't sound like the gentleness of the singer just now, but it contained boundless anger. He seemed to want to hold someone, forcibly let him listen to what he said!

Holm once again erected his index finger at his audience.

"If you have a chance to do everything you dreamed of, at this moment, you grab it or let it slip away!"

When he finished the opening remarks, the singing officially began, and the powerful drums resounded throughout the theater.

"His palm is sweating, his knees are soft, his arms are heavy..."

Holm started his own singing with hate and anger, and the embarrassing experience he had shown on the stage made him feel ashamed.

If the ‘author’ of this song is here, if he sees Homem here, he will be disappointed.

"He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the word. He suffocated. At this time everyone was laughing at him!"

Homem can be looked down on by anyone, but he does not allow this song to be looked down upon by others!

So he must perfectly interpret this song on this stage, not only to make the audience realize that rap is not something 'unwanted things', but also that he does not want to disappoint the author of this song!

"You'd better get out of the music. At this moment, you win it. You'd better never let it go! You only have this opportunity, don't miss the opportunity to detonate everyone!"

This is Holm's last chance and the only chance to prove to all the people in the world that his favorite music is the best.

The tight drums on the stage and the screaming voice of Homem completely shocked everyone.

Sir Bai Jinghua has been completely shackled there.

Murderous, he felt the boundless murderousness in this shabby kid singing.

Holm’s forehead blues have already risen, and his face is filled with anger.

He is not only singing on the stage, but more of a vent, venting his long-lost emotions, as if he is roaring and telling all the audiences that his favorite music will not be lost to any people! ’

This almost venting scream and roar should have sounded angry.

But the lyrics he sang... there is a kind of inexplicable rhythm. In conjunction with the drums of music, the white jingle jazz sounds very comfortable, and there is also a feeling of venting.

"This kind of opportunity is only once in life..." Carolyn quietly listened to Holm's murderous singing, but looked at Qiao Xiu. "I heard a lot of lyrics that I couldn't understand in his lyrics. For example, there is a name like candy, Mr. Qiao Xiu... Is this song written by you?"

"No, it's not what I wrote." Qiao Xiu shook his head and denied the problem of Jaloli. The author of this song was indeed not Qiao Xiu, but Qiao Xiu also denied the fact that he helped Hom.

"This is a great song, it sounds... really more comfortable than those operas... so much faster."

Gloria’s line of sight once again looked at Holm, who was struggling to sing the lyrics with the rhythm of the stage, and finally gave a relatively rough evaluation.

"It's very suitable for people to vent." Qiao Xiu said.

"Discharge...but the lyrics are actually a person who is very difficult to encounter. Is it his own writing... Put everything on the music, but in the end it can't be rewarded. This kind of person doesn't know how much in Farosi. ""

Carolol seems to think of something, muttering to himself.

"It may be his own, but the lyrics of this song also represent each of us, and I believe he will pay off, his singing is far better than I expected."

Qiao Xiu has already heard the original singing feeling in Hom’s singing. He has thoroughly mastered this song.