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Chapter 412

Su Yu let out a cry of pain.

It directly activates the Kun Kun factor within the audience.

One by one, they echoed, "What are you doing?"

However, what came out of Su Yu's mouth was a different famous joke.

"Hey, not bad!"

Su Yu's eyes lit up, and he praised.

Although Fa Lao's lyrics are not perfect, they are quite complete and well-suited to the context.

at the same time.

In his mind.

A system notification sound was heard.

[Ding dong, congratulations dear host for discovering a special mission—Our Friendship.]

[Task Requirements: Use songs to express the revolutionary camaraderie of our predecessors and increase the bond level between yourself and one of your companions.]

[Task Rating: The more people who approve of the song, the higher the rating, and the higher the partner's level will be. The highest rating for this task is SSS.]

Upon hearing this, Su Yu couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Your system is really good at this."

Here, Fa Lao just took out the lyrics to his song "Little River Flowing 1952".

The system then issued a special task.

"Good, you have a good eye."

Su Yu praised.

The system sighed helplessly, "But what can I do? Who understands what it feels like to be threatened!"

the other side.

After the initial surprise, Su Yu, with the intention of being responsible for Falao and for himself, carefully read through the lyrics.

And several errors were pointed out.

Some lyrics are simply mismatched in rhyme, while others are written in a way that prioritizes rhyme over the meaning of the lyrics themselves.

In addition, there is one serious historical error.

Fa Lao didn't feel embarrassed or have any other thoughts when Su Yu pointed out his mistakes in front of so many viewers.

Instead, he nodded earnestly and silently memorized the points Su Yu mentioned.

"As expected of Su Wei!"

"These changes have indeed made things much smoother."

"It's so smooth, it's like having a bottle of enema stuffed into your throat."

"What kind of underworld metaphor is this?"

As the audience participated in the process, their ears were also piqued, and they all wanted to experience what it would be like to hear the full version of the song.

"I really hope that Su Laoliu can be a human being again."

"Stop doing this kind of thing where you don't know where your next meal will come from."

“I’m calling this out by my real name. Su Wei’s lyrics are like dog shit. Unless he can sing them, I’ll eat shit upside down.”

"Uh, is the person upstairs a dog?! With so many people in the live stream, it's practically a buffet!"

After taking note of all the suggestions for improvement made by Su Yu, Fa Lao respectfully said, "Thank you, Teacher Su. I have noted down what you said. I will definitely polish this song properly when I get back, and I will perform it when the next episode airs."

That's what Fa Lao said.

The audience was even more disappointed.

"What? We have to wait until the next episode?"

"This is just too torturous."

"Let's count how many pits Su Laoliu has dug so far."

"The song 'Intimate Lover' wasn't finished, the plot holes of 'The Grave Robbers' Diary' weren't filled, and today we have another one, 'Big Fish & Begonia'..."

"No one can fall into the same pit twice, but each time you fall into a pit, it may be one that Su Laoliu dug."

"Philosophy♂, so philosophical."

However, to the surprise of the contestants and all the audience, everyone thought Su Yu wouldn't work overtime.

Su Yu said, "There's no time like the present, let's finish this song tonight."

"what?"

Fa Lao was taken aback.

Can't believe my ears.

Meanwhile, the number of viewers in the live stream is steadily decreasing.

What followed was a barrage of disappointed comments.

"See, I told you, Su Laoliu doesn't know how to behave."

"He's not going to be so kind as to finish singing 'Little River Flowing' today."

"That's it, guys. We'll watch the live stream tomorrow."

"I'm leaving too... Wait, Su Laoliu said to finish this song."

Some viewers, realizing what was happening, hurriedly stopped what they were doing.

Falao also came to his senses.

He asked with a look of surprise, "Teacher Su, really? Can we really do it right now?"

Su Yu: “…”

They are all proper Chinese characters.

Why does the combination sound a little strange?

Su Yu nodded.

He said in a pretentious manner, "However, you'll have to wait a few minutes while I get the accompaniment ready."

"no problem."

Fa Lao took advantage of these few minutes to revise the problematic lyrics that Su Yu had mentioned earlier.

The viewers, one by one, squatted on small stools in the live broadcast room, their faces filled with anticipation.

same.

The haters and online trolls who came after smelling the stench.

This then triggered another wave of reckless behavior.

"Su Yu left the entertainment industry, but ended up back in the live streaming world creating garbage."

"Please, Suwei's fans, let's listen to some good rap songs."

"Su Yu's poetry recitation songs are something that others in the European and American circles have already done."

"Besides, what's the difference between this and shouting rap?"

however.

These little black guys had no idea.

In the future, they will be imprisoned for their outspokenness.

soon.

Five minutes passed.

After Fa Lao revised the lyrics.

He looked up excitedly and found that Su Yu had already looked up, staring at the screen with a smile on his lips.

"I rely on."

"Teacher Su is so fast!"

"Falao" came out of his mouth.

Although he does rap, he is also an original singer.

I know how difficult it is to write songs.

Previously, he had only heard about or seen Su Yu's terrifying improvisational abilities online or while watching videos.

But now.

After he personally got involved.

Only then could he personally experience the shock that Su Yu brought him.

Su Yu: "?"

Forget it.

Let's just take this as a compliment.

"Are you ready?"

Su Yu asked.

"Ready!"

Fa Lao nodded excitedly, his anticipation evident in his voice.

"Then let's get started."

Su Yu clicked on the accompaniment.

A sigh.

A few footsteps.

Amidst the background noise, someone suddenly spoke up in an unfamiliar dialect.

"What's wrong, Li Zhentang? What's wrong?"

The audience looked puzzled.

"What dialect is this?"

"I don't understand a word of it."

"I hope Su Laoliu doesn't suddenly start doing some dialect rap today."

"Damn, this guy is really good at surprise attacks."

however.

The dialect phrase blended into the accompaniment.

It only appeared for a short while.

soon.

With a deep, resonant voice, Farouna sang each word with distinct intonation:

"Autumn of 1951"

It's still not time to embark on the journey home.

When I return victorious in the future, I hope my sister can continue to teach me art.

The column is currently marching north, and we are not wearing any winter gear.

The wild geese in the sky seemed to be afraid of the ghost army and kept flying south.

The scouts said that the area behind the snow-capped mountain was full of guns and tanks.

My heart has been filled with trepidation countless times.

I remember when my younger sister was little, she asked me why I didn't choose to be a bystander when joining the army was such a difficult journey.

The man was poor from childhood

We know all too well how hard-won this peace is.

If it weren't for the People's Army, where would families have the money to burn firewood and cook rice?

At the bottom of the valley, I often dream of my sister singing with a smile on her face.

Like a crescent moon

That's why I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the incendiary bombs that are being thrown at North Korea.

Tomorrow will also tear open the clouds over my hometown.

Every time I think of this, I can't stop the tears from flowing.

"I will give my life and my flesh to protect your voice."

For a while.

In the minds of the audience.

Then a pure white snow-capped mountain appeared.

At the foot of the mountain were countless black dots.

The black dot moved with difficulty.

Let go and take a look.

Only then did I realize that they were actually People's Liberation Army comrades whose faces were red from the cold.

The long passages of lyrics that were originally presented on paper and on the screen seemed ordinary and unremarkable.

But now, they're using rap to get into the ears of the audience.

But it brought an even stronger shock.

And that is the power of music.

Just as the audience was marveling at how Fala could turn the stories of his predecessors into lyrics full of emotion, a clear, high-pitched voice, as clear as spring water, appeared in the live stream.