When the end of the sing, the cool wind blew towards him, Wang Shunhua followed the lyrics prompts and lengthened the notes, but it was halfway through, and he couldn't lift it anymore. He immediately coughed twice, making everyone next to him laugh so hard that he had never heard it.

He came back to his senses from his songs, heard the laughter of the people around him, his face turned red, and he snorted coldly, "You don't have to laugh, it's not certain whether you sing me or not."

"Boss Yu, I'll sing, let me see how many points." Wang Shunhua handed back the phone to Yu Le.

Yu Le looked at his phone and saw a total score of 850, with the lowest C-level rating in the software. According to the lyrics of the entire song, Mr. Wang's average lyrics score of each lyric is 40.

He is very skilled in playing this K-song software. Even if he hums a few words, he can still get a C-level. Uncle Wang sings so seriously and can get such a low score, which is a real powerful person.

He coughed and said in encouragement: "Well, Mr. Wang, it's not bad, it's eight hundred and fifty, C-level, keep cheering."

Liu Wenbo was about to make a few jokes, but when he thought of Yu Le's words just now, he immediately put those words into his heart.

Anfia, Anna and others did not leave, but watched from the side. They heard that this pet shop had a turtle race before, and now they use singing to get others qualified for purchase. This is really unique.

"Okay, I'll invite the next participant, what are you going to sing?" Yu Le walked to the second queue and asked. This was a middle-aged man with long hair that could cover his eyes. Judging from his expression and mental state, he gave people a feeling of vicissitudes, and he should also be troubled by insomnia.

"Boss, I want to sing the song that we want to sing." Without hesitation, the middle-aged man directly said the song he wanted to sing.

"Okay, please start this." Yu Le nodded. Seeing that the middle-aged man looked full of confidence, he should be better than Mr. Wang.

When the middle-aged man sang the first sentence, the hoarse and rough noise turned the originally light children's songs into another feeling, but the rhythm and tone of this person were very perfect.

Many people looked at the middle-aged man with distorted faces. This nursery rhyme could change into another flavor. There was no certain skill, but it could not be done.

Moreover, when singing, the whole person's body movements are also combined with the rhythm of the song, and you can tell at a glance that you have some stage experience.

After the middle-aged man finished singing, he still wanted to hand back his phone and microphone to Yu Le. Wang Shunhua next to him trotted over, "Boss Yu, see if I have a high score. This is not true. Three S, 2050 points, there is something wrong with this software."

After hearing what Wang Shunhua said, some of the people who were full of confidence felt a little uneasy. They had more or less played K-song software, and the SS level can be said to be the highest score. Without proficient singing skills, they cannot get a rating.

"Uncle Wang, there is nothing wrong with the software. Ask others what they do. Congratulations, based on your score, you have already locked a quota in advance." Yu Le looked at the score on his phone, but he didn't expect to meet a great god.

There are twenty-one lyrics in the song "Swinging the Two Balls" and the score of this person is only 50 points away from the score.

"Hey, brother, what are you doing?" Wang Shunhua asked curiously.

"I'm singing in a bar." The middle-aged man said without hiding it.

Wang Shunhua shook his head helplessly, "It's no wonder that you are singing professionally, then what's the use of cucumbers?"

"I have the habit of drinking too much. I can't sleep every day without drinking. I don't want to do this anymore. I heard from my friends that there are hypnotic pets here, so I want to give it a try." The middle-aged man shook his head and raised his bangs with his hand.

"Then you've found the right thing. Wine is not a good thing. If you get a pet, you will definitely fall asleep. Come on, brother." Wang Shun patted the middle-aged man's shoulder earnestly.

Next, Yu Le held his mobile phone and microphone and asked the people participating in the event to sing a song. Most of them chose to fly and slalom.

But some are like Wang Shunhua, with incomplete tone and out of tune. It is simply torture to hear people's ears, especially a middle-aged man who holds a microphone, closes his eyes, and sings with affectionate feelings. The tone that runs to Africa makes people unable to help but cover his ears.

When it was Claire's turn, Yu Le chose the English version of the lullaby in the software and encouraged: "Come on, as long as there are two s, you can get a grasshopper."

The foreign friend ranked eleventh. In addition to the bar singer, the highest remaining ones are SS and the other ones are SS.

Claire nodded heavily, with excitement on his face. He had to get this magical pet. This was the last chance on the Chinese agenda.

After the singing began, he devoted himself to singing. His voice was gentle and pleasant, and his rhythm was very well controlled. The accompaniment of the lullaby was the same, and the English lyrics also had different feelings.

When Anfia and Anna saw Claire start singing, they naturally hoped that their companions could get another magical hypnotic pet. Even if they spent tens of thousands of yuan, they would not be as good as the two nights of sleep.

Finally, Claire finished singing a lullaby. He looked at the ratings on his phone first, and his face showed excitement. He couldn't help but wave his fists, "Yeah, I did it, I did it, sss level."

Ana's face showed surprise. According to the performance of the people above, this means that Claire will definitely be able to get a magical pet.

The people in the queue behind knew the foreigner's score and couldn't help but shake their heads. They had one less chance. Now one s is no longer insured, and two s must be needed.

Finally, it was the last person in line, an old man. He felt that he could not get an S-level score, so he gave up on himself, asking Yu Le to choose a classic old-song big sedan for him.

This festive song also filled the scene with joy. After singing it, when I looked at the ratings on my phone, the two s made the people around me tease each other.

After everyone finished singing, Yu Le walked to the front of the store with his mobile phone and microphone, "Now the first magic pet singing activity has ended, and the six people with the highest ratings will be qualified to purchase the magical grasshopper."

"Oh, it seems that I'm going home to practice singing well." Wang Shunhua said with regret. After the entire singing event, his score was the lowest. It is worth celebrating that the old man Liu Wenbo was also eliminated.
Chapter completed!