"You?"
Yun Tao's face showed a hint of mockery. As roommates who knew each other well, and still in the dorm, there was no need to save face; only ridicule was necessary.
"What about me?"
Yuwen Chong retorted.
"I think I'm pretty good at singing."
Mo Yu stood up and silently patted Yuwen Chong's shoulder.
"Don't you know that you're a bit off-key when you sing, and the Campus Singer Competition… those who perform are all professionals. You don't even count as an amateur…"
Yes, to be frank, Yuwen Chong not only lacked an advantage in appearance, but he also sang off-key. Going to participate in such a Campus Singer Competition would be publicly embarrassing, like being spun like a top.
He might not even count as cannon fodder; he'd be eliminated directly in the auditions.
"Haha, haven't you heard a saying?"
"What saying?"
"When a scholar has been away for three days, his achievements should be looked at with new eyes!"
With that, Yuwen Chong immediately sang a song.
How to put it? It was much better than his original off-key singing, but that was all. At first listen, it had a professional touch, but in reality… it was just a side trick.
"How was it? Pretty good, right?"
"Mm, it's good."
Mo Yu gave a thumbs up.
"Although it's still far from divine, he's barely a human now."
Because he had previously obtained Ruan Xian's master-level playing technique, Mo Yu had also greatly improved in vocal music. After all, for those who learn instruments, they often dabble in various areas, especially after reaching a certain level.
"At least… he won't make a fool of himself on stage."
Mo Yu quietly added another sentence.
How to put it? If, in his freshman year, he would have hoped to see his roommate go up and lose four years of dating eligibility, now, he hoped his roommates would be well. After all, their time together was running out.
"Only this level… then that's fine!"
Yuwen Chong murmured, his mood dropping, but then he suddenly cheered up.
"Alright, since that's the case, I'll support you spiritually."
Seeing this, Wen Tao, who was beside him, also put away his teasing smile, turning to a somewhat serious and understanding expression. At the same time, he reached out and patted Yuwen Chong's shoulder, then pointed to his own chest—meaning, good brothers are in the heart.
But—
Yuwen Chong's face suddenly showed an ill-intentioned smile.
"Hehe, you two, neither of you will escape! I've already signed you both up in advance."
"No! We treat you like gold, and you treat us like cannon fodder, right?!"
Wen Tao shouted and directly punched Yuwen Chong.
Although Yuwen Chong felt the pain, his face still bore the smile of a double agent pangolin.
"Since we're brothers, we die together! It's perfect, you always tease me about singing off-key. This time, you'll both go up with me. Let's see if you're a mule or a horse, bring them out for a stroll!"
"No, do you know what it means to have self-awareness?"
Wen Tao, who was beside him, was a bit anxious. Although he wasn't tone-deaf, his actual skill was comparable to Yuwen Chong's, but he didn't have the habit of singing.
The reason the others would criticize Yuwen Chong was because this guy often sang and hummed in the dorm before, assaulting his roommates' ears. It was a pity this guy wasn't a soft, sweet girl, otherwise he would definitely be given the nickname 'Ruler of Deathly Sounds'.
"I don't care, I've already signed you up anyway. You all have to participate, or I'll post you on the confession wall."
Yuwen Chong sat in his seat, completely resigned, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
Seeing his appearance, Wen Tao knew there was nothing he could do and could only look to Mo Yu for help.
"Fourth brother, what should we do, damn it."
"Cold salad."
Mo Yu rolled his eyes.
As for him, he had nothing to fear. He had experience performing on stage and singing in high school, and he sang acceptably. It was just—his boyish voice wasn't very advantageous.
But actually, thinking about it—they were already in their senior year, and there wasn't much time left. Participating in a Campus Singer Competition was also a rare experience, wasn't it?
"Besides, the Campus Singer Competition has a prize of 5,000 yuan! Don't you want it?"
"Bullshit, that's the first-place prize. Can you even get first place?"
Wen Tao cursed angrily.
In fact, the Campus Singer Competition at Pingjiang University doesn't feature particularly professional singers. Although the judges are music academy teachers, and they might invite one or two prominent figures, they also consider various factors, such as—popularity.
This creates room for manipulation, though it's not that easy. But people are like that; they always assume the worst.
"How will you know if you don't try? Besides, I think Fourth Brother can definitely do it!"
"Hey, hey, hey, don't talk nonsense."
Mo Yu quickly said. If this wasn't a Campus Singer Competition, but a national one, Mo Yu felt he could achieve a certain ranking—because national competitions are music competitions where instruments can be played.
And now, with his master-level skill, there was a great hope of achieving a certain ranking, even though there must be many hidden masters nationwide.
"Oh, well, never mind, never mind."
Wen Tao suddenly waved his hand and sighed.
"I'll just play along with your nonsense this once."
"Boohoohoo, Wen Tao, you're so good."
"Get lost, get lost, if it wasn't for the fact that it's hard to cancel after signing up, I'd definitely withdraw."
"Hehe—"
"…"
Mo Yu didn't choose to respond but pondered silently.
He naturally had nothing to fear from the start. After all, this was something he was good at. He might not be able to beat the monsters from the music academy, but he wouldn't look too bad either.
The important thing was—he—had a cheat!
In terms of role-playing, there were many characters with singing talent. Moreover, if he chose to role-play in the Campus Singer Competition, he could gain far more popularity than others.
It could be said that there was a high probability of winning the championship.
But—this was not absolute. If he really wanted to go for the championship, he would need to do a lot of preparation.
Besides that—it was to get as many benefits as possible.
Things like four years of dating eligibility meant nothing to Mo Yu anymore. In comparison, he still needed some more practical benefits.
"Fortunately, you chose to mess with us only in our senior year."
While Mo Yu was thinking, Yun Tao couldn't help but exclaim.
"It's only because senior year has fewer classes that we have time to prepare more. Otherwise, where would we find the time to play with you?"
"Hehe—"
"Hehe your head!"
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