My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Several people looked at the words on the poster.

'Everyone can sign up to be a contestant. '

'There are no judges in this competition, but the sound decibel tester will be used to test the intensity of the audience's response. The player who gets the highest response from the audience will win this time. '

'The competition lasted until nine o'clock in the evening, and the top three were finally selected and received prizes. '

'The first place will get free coupons for consumption. The second place will receive a 20% discount coupon and the third place will receive a 30% discount coupon. '

After Yang Feng and others read the rules of the competition, they nodded and said: "This is quite interesting. The organizer must have created the show."

"Hey, I want to participate!"

Zhao Zhuwei held her head high, looking confident.

At this time, Gao Yunlu poked Liu Yi's arm and said, "Why don't you also participate? Then you will get a ranking!"

"My singing is pretty good. Since you said so, I will reluctantly sign up."

Liu Yi seems to be quite confident.

Yang Feng was a little doubtful and said, "Can you still sing?"

"Of course, brother, you don't know. I didn't have any entertainment activities when I was in the mountains. I just sang every day. Before my master passed away, he listened to me singing almost every day and praised me for my singing."

Liu Yi said with a stern expression: "Just watch, I'll squeeze in and sign up first."

Several people were bragging and pushing in.

Liu Yi and his party squeezed into the bustling crowd and finally arrived at the registration desk.

A few people had just signed up, and a man with a somewhat feminine figure came over. His name was Sun Qiang.

Sun Qiang noticed the beautiful Zhao Zhuwei at a glance. He walked up to her with a smile and tried to talk to her: "Beauty, are you also here to participate in the singing competition?"

Zhao Zhuwei glanced at him lightly and replied politely but distantly: "Yes, I came here with my friends."

"Look, isn't that Sun Qiang?"

"I went and he came too."

"Isn't this the same as the unofficial champion?"

The onlookers could quickly recognize Sun Qiang and showed a little more respect.

Sun Qiang enjoys the feeling of being recognized and like a star.

He is a well-known resident singer in a bar below and is very famous in the circle.

Especially since most of the people who come to camp are young people, they naturally know his identity.

Yang Feng and his party did not like to stand with such people.

"Let's go and wait in front."

Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei walked towards the stage entrance.

This is where registered players wait to enter, and they are already queuing up.

Sun Qiang had noticed Zhao Zhuwei in the crowd just now.

At this time, under everyone's attention, he also signed up, and then followed Zhao Zhuwei.

He seemed to deliberately stand next to Zhao Zhuwei and said, "Beauty, do you also like singing?"

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Zhao Zhuwei was impatient.

Yang Feng also squinted his eyes, looked at him and said: "Get out."

How could he not see what this guy was thinking.

But Sun Qiang took advantage of the large number of people here and he was a well-known figure, so Yang Feng would definitely not dare to take action.

There was a bit of contempt in his expression, as if he was deliberately provoking: "Why, are you also participating in the competition?"

"Ok?"

Yang Feng frowned and was reluctant to talk to him at first, but he could clearly hear the yin and yang of this guy.

Sun Qiang continued without any pause: "This is a place for singing. If you don't know how to sing, please stand back."

With a sullen expression, he finally looked at Zhao Zhuwei and said with a smile: "Beauty, I will sing this next song for you."

As he spoke, Sun Qiang walked forward with a stern expression.

He seemed to have a privilege. Although he signed up later, he could go on stage first.

Liu Yi was furious and looked at Yang Feng and said, "Brother, why don't you give this kind of person some color?"

"He likes to save face, so wait until he is embarrassed before beating him up."

Yang Feng's expression had a bit of bad taste in it.

With Sun Qiang standing on the stage.

Under the spotlight, his face was full of confidence and pride, and his eyes even glanced at Yang Feng and others in the audience.

However, when he confidently sang the first line, his singing voice that was supposed to be passionate and high-pitched seemed to have been strangled by the throat, making it hoarse and weak.

Sun Qiang also heard his own voice, and his proud expression suddenly stopped at this moment.

"Oh, is this singing or chanting?"

one onlooker scoffed.

Sun Qiang's expression changed slightly. He tried to adjust his voice, but the situation did not improve.

"Haha, isn't this the little singer in our camp? Why does it feel like your throat is stuck today?"

The audience snickered one after another, and Sun Qiang's face became increasingly ugly.

He tried to adjust his pronunciation, trying to find his usual smooth and magnetic voice, but no matter how hard he tried, the sound he made was still so ugly.

He braced himself and continued singing, but every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, full of difficulty and pain.

The jeers from the audience grew louder and louder, and some even began to boo him to step down. Sun Qiang felt like a clown abandoned by everyone on the stage, helpless and embarrassed.

When Liu Yi and others heard this broken gong voice, they couldn't help laughing and shouted: "Haha, it seems that today's stage is not suitable for you, Sun Da Singer."

Sun braced himself and continued singing, but every word was as hard as a knife.

He knew that today's performance was completely ruined.

"Hey, I thought you were so awesome. Do you dare to go on stage at this level?"

"Come down quickly, don't be embarrassed."

"Good guys, you just helped him brag for a long time, is this your level of courage?"

The sarcasm and ridicule of the onlookers pierced Sun Qiang's heart like needles. He felt as if he had been stripped naked and exposed in front of everyone.

Especially before going on stage, both the audience and himself are very confident.

This has raised many people's expectations to a certain level.

This is like lifting someone up to the sky and then slamming them down.

Sun Qiang finally finished singing a song, but all he heard was sighs from the scene.

At this time, Sun Qiang could no longer tolerate it.

He blushed angrily and ran to Yang Feng, pointed at his nose and yelled: "Damn it, you must have done it!"

Yang Feng squinted his eyes and said, "I don't sing well, so I advise you not to blame others. And I hate it when others point fingers at me."

"I just pointed it out, what can you do to me..."

Before Sun Qiang finished speaking, he suddenly felt his body rising into the air.

"Boom!"

Sun Qiang's body flew out from the crowd.

Yang Feng kicked him in the stomach, hitting a tree next to the stage and sliding down.

Yang Feng clapped his hands, shook his head and said, "I warned you, but you can't understand human speech."

If Yang Feng wanted to beat him, he would have done it long ago, but he had to make this guy embarrassed in front of so many people before he suddenly did it.

In this way, in the eyes of everyone watching, it was just Sun Qiang's unreasonable troubles.

Yang Feng didn't think much about this guy. He just turned his head and looked at Zhao Zhuwei and said, "By the way, is it your turn to take the stage?"

"I'll go first, I'll go first!"

Liu Yi quickly volunteered.