My Elder Sister is a Superstar

Chapter 123: soul singer

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There were thunderous applause and cheers on the stage. Many audience members were waiting for this group, wanting to see who Qin Baobao's guest singer would be and what kind of song she would come up with. Looking forward to Qin Baobao's new song has long become a habit of the audience. And in the finals, what kind of song will she come up with? Although Miss Achu was nice, she was inferior to Pompous, Blue and White Porcelain, and Li Ge.

Among the three favorites to win the championship, Wells overwhelmed Huang Yuteng, and seemed to be the most promising person to become the champion.

It's Qin Baobao's last chance, what kind of song will she come up with? The audience is full of anticipation.

Qin Baobao's tall and proud figure shuttled among the colorful lights, and slowly walked towards the stage, with clusters of smoke blowing out from both sides of the aisle. The moment she stepped into the light in the center, the accompanying music sounded.

In the front row of the audience, Li Donglai was very excited: "She's here, she's here. Are your tickets still available? Vote for her."

Zhang Wangyun chuckled and said, "I understand, I'll keep my ticket for her too."

Li Weizong also wanted to vote for Qin Baobao, so he glanced at Pei Ziqi: "Whoever Ziqi votes for, I will vote for."

Li Donglai said: "Then it's Baby Qin."

"Zi Qi hasn't said anything yet."

"She will vote for Qin Baobao."

"how do you know."

Li Donglai thought to himself, nonsense, that's Brother Qin's sister.

Li Weizong cast a questioning look at Pei Ziqi, and Pei Ziqi said impatiently, "What do you think I'm doing, whoever I like to vote for."

Li Weizong was taken aback: "You really voted for Qin Baobao? Don't you hate her?"

"Are you in control? There's a lot of nonsense." Pei Ziqi has a bad temper.

It's true that she doesn't like Qin Baobao, but who told her that she is Qin Ze's older sister, even though Pei Ziqi treats Qin Ze indifferently, or even speaks harshly at him, she actually doesn't hate him.

Ye Rou said, "My ticket is for Huang Yuteng."

Ge Qing said: "My ticket is for Wells."

Chen Qingyuan said: "I don't pay much attention to Qin Baobao, but my vote is still there. I don't want to vote for her."

She tirelessly sent Qin Ze "harassing" text messages and forgot to vote. The girl was absent-minded the whole show.

Pei Ziqi reminded: "Don't regret it."

Chen Qingyuan was taken aback, and was about to ask why, but Qin Baobao's singing still came. She looked at the stage in astonishment.

Pei Ziqi also turned to look at the stage, "Uh... what song is this?"

At the same time, the title and lyrics of the song appeared on the scrolling subtitles on the big screen.

In the lounge, Li Rongxing was at a loss: "Which foreign language is she going to sing? What are the guest singers singing?"

It's not a chorus!

Li Xuegang's face darkened even more.

Xu Lu gloated a little: "What language is this? It doesn't sound like English."

Wells said in English: "Russian. Can she sing in Russian?"

He was a little surprised. He sang in Russian just now, but the audience didn't buy it. Why did Qin Baobao choose to sing in Russian

Huang Yuteng frowned: "This song is not a chorus, is it? Two people share a song?"

Although it is possible, it always feels inconsistent. Not perfect.

Several guest singers were also discussing and laughing.

"The rhythm is quite lively, and it sounds good."

"It's okay, I'm not very familiar with opera, and my appreciation level is limited."

"Wells can sing Russian, ask him how he is."

The singers looked at Wells, and Yang Lina translated for him with a smile.

Wells thought for a while, "Not bad."

He is half-fluent in Russian, not as good as Qin Baobao. Appreciation ability is higher than other singers, but also limited. So I gave a fair evaluation.

Everyone knew immediately.

Qin Baobao is clear and loud:

"Доммойдостроен,

The house is finished,"

"Ноявнемодин.

Fill my loneliness"

"Хлопнулдверьзаспиной

The door slammed shut behind him. "

"Ветеросеннийстучитсявокно

The autumn wind was blowing against the windows. "

The audience was taken aback. They didn't expect Qin Baobao to sing Russian. They couldn't understand it at all. They just thought the song was good, but it didn't seem to be enough to use it in the championship competition.

On a live video website, bullet screens flooded with comments.

"Excellent, Qin Baobao can also sing Russian?"

"Is it really her brother's song? Russian? Do you want to be so talented?"

"Technically, there is indeed a little bit of surprise, but this song sounds good, but it can't beat Wells at all, Huang Yuteng's songs are better than this."

"Both brothers and sisters are good people. I study Russian. I can say responsibly that Qin Baobao's Russian is very good, better than Wells. Wells' Russian is at most us ordinary college students. level of English."

"In the championship game, she doesn't sing Chinese songs? What do you mean, Wells sings Chinese songs."

"Uh, I want to say, this song doesn't look like a chorus, does it? Where's Qin Baobao's guest singer?"

"Hey, Qin Baobao's guest singer hasn't appeared yet?"

"She didn't help sing, did she?"

Qin Baobao continued to sing:

"Плачетопятьнадомной.

Weeping softly above my head. "

"Ночьюгроза, Анаутротуман.

Torrential rain at night, early morning fog blurred. "

"Солнцеостылосовсем.

The sun cools down completely. "

"Давние боли Идутчередой.

Long-lasting pain ensues. "

At this time, a high-pitched, loud, and pure voice sounded, penetrating the audience like a sharp sword, and flooding the entire venue through the propagation of the loudspeaker equipment.

"Wooah~ah~~ah~"

"Wooah~ah~~ah~"

this voice...

The audience stared in amazement.

A young man with a straight figure stepped out from the shadows, wearing a black suit and shiny leather shoes. He was holding a microphone, and his voice burst out from his throat.

Just one voice gave goosebumps to more than 500 people in the audience.

Looking at the stage one by one, their expressions froze.

On an online video live broadcast platform, the barrage suddenly disappeared, and the screen was terribly "clean".

In the lounge, the singer watched the scene through the screen, the room was silent, and the atmosphere froze.

Even this group of professional singers were dumbfounded.

Qin Baobao turned around and held the young man's hand. The two stood on the stage hand in hand. She sang:

"Пустьсобираютсявсе.

Come here tonight. "

"Доммойдостроен,

The house is finished. "

"Ноявнемодин.

It is filled with my loneliness. "

"Хлопнулдверьзаспиной.

The door slammed shut behind him. "

... ... ... ... ..

The scrolling subtitles on the screen came to an end, and everyone thought the song was over, but the accompaniment remained the same.

Qin Ze held the microphone, and the soul-striking voice sounded again.

"Wooah~ah~ah~"

"Wooah~ah~ah~"

Pei Ziqi shivered slowly, and before he knew it, goosebumps crawled all over his back.

Chen Qingyuan stood up with a jerk, staring at the young people on the stage, unable to move away.

The huge scene was silent, there was no discussion, no noise, only the accompaniment continued.

What is this sound

Can you still sing like this

Why can you sing so high

In the lounge, Li Rongxing swallowed: "I'll go, I'll go..."

Huang Yuteng murmured: "My God."

Li Xuegang was complicated in his heart, he didn't know whether to like it or hate it.

Wells opened his mouth, and only choked out one or three words for a long time: "oh mygod!"

A few supporting singers, first-tier celebrities and second-tier singers, stared at the screen, staring at it.

All the online video platforms connected to the live broadcast signal exploded with bullet screens.

All kinds of bullet screens swiping the screen.

"Damn, do I have something wrong with my ears?"

"666666666"

"Hey, how did you sing this? What kind of voice is this? It's not an ordinary tenor, it's too scary. How could it have such a throat?"

"I have goosebumps all over my body."

"The little fish I scared all fell off."

"Ouch, ox, ox, say the important thing three times."

"This is fake. I don't believe it. The sound is unscientific. It is clearly electronically synthesized."

"Is there such a strange person in the world?"

"It's such a pure voice, it hits the soul directly, it's shocking, it's so shocking."

"Mom asked me why I was kneeling watching the show, and she knelt with me."

"Hey, I'll go, look who he is."

"Who... What the hell?!"

"Qin Ze? This is Qin Ze? I'm not mistaken."

"That's right, he is my idol, I know him even in ashes."

"Ah, husband, I love you, I love you."

"My husband is here, my husband is here."

"So handsome, so handsome, my girl's heart has melted."

"How can there be such a man? No, no, my aunt insists on marrying him."

Qin Ze took a breath and brought the microphone closer to his mouth.

Again

Everyone had this thought at the same time, and the next moment:

"Wooah~ah~ah~"

"Wooah~ah~ah~"

Not an ordinary tenor, the tenor can never sing such a pure voice, pure and sharp. Qin Ze didn't have lyrics from the beginning to the end, but his voice was already the most dazzling presence on the scene.

This is the chorus of Qin Ze and Qin Baobao. Qin Ze originally prepared a song for men and women to sing together. Miss Achu can use it or not, but this opera must be sung. But my sister's throat can't be controlled. She practiced for more than half a month, and she really can't sing the high-pitched part. Even if she can barely sing, it will make people feel that it is not pure enough, and there is a trace of broken sound. That would ruin the song.

It's a perfect performance.

As Qin Ze's voice fell, the lingering sound curled up, and the accompaniment quickly dropped and disappeared.

The song ends.

Qin Baobao made an unexpected movement, she turned around, stood on tiptoe, and kissed her younger brother's lower lip lightly.

The picture freezes, like a princess kissing a prince in a fairy tale.

The audience didn't think it was against the harmony, but felt that it was perfect, the perfect ending, and the perfect performance.

Full of artistic colors.

Like the end of a fairy tale.

Many years later, some people still remember this scene.