Chapter 11

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To everyone's surprise, the song chosen by Qiao Mei and her friends was not a sweet song or a girl group style high song, but a complextro style electronic music.

This is a type of electronic music that has only emerged in recent years. It is based on the fierce drum beats of house music and is mixed with other styles to form a complex and powerful style.

This style is not so popular in China, but musicians in the industry have already started to dabble in this area. Jiang Fengchi also wants to try this style for his next album. He didn't expect that a contestant would choose this style today, which made him a little surprised.

Moreover, a glimmer of light flashed in the man's dark eyes. He lowered his head and glanced at the contestant information in his hand, and his eyes fell on the column of Qiao Mei's resume. Jiang

Fengchi had never heard of the place where Qiao Mei was born. The school she attended had nothing to do with music and dance. Even the entertainment company she joined was only a few months ago. It can almost be said that Qiao Mei's past is a blank sheet of paper in front of the entertainment industry. Why can such a girl perform this song so perfectly?

Jiang Fengchi couldn't help but tap the table with his fingers, and he began to think.

This song tells the story of the future world. One day, a small robot witnessed the destruction of its companions and developed self-awareness. It felt that it was not a machine but a human, so it used singing to show its desire to be recognized by others.

However, in the eyes of the little robot's owner, the little robot was just a cold iron sheet. Even it knew that its empty eyes and cold body temperature destined it to not warm anyone. It was just a machine and would never be a human.

At the end of the song, the little robot desperately used a gun to break its chip and ended its life. Its owner was just surprised by "It's broken." Then the little robot's mechanical sound, which seemed to be faulty, sounded -

"I want to die."

She was not broken.

She was dead.

Qiao Yu stood up and put his fingers against his temple. At this moment, even though everyone knew that it was not a gun, they still couldn't help holding their breath.

"Bang!"

The gun went off, and the girl fell back into the chair like a broken machine. Her movements were stiff and slow. In the end, she seemed to see something in the void. Was it the robot's God? Do robots have faith? No one knows. Her outstretched hand just stopped in the air, and truly and thoroughly turned into a pile of cold scrap metal.

Where did the little robot go?

What did she see in the end?

Or is it really just a bug caused by the wrong equation? It was not

until the lights on the stage came back on that everyone woke up from the afterglow of Qiao Mei's performance. This performance seemed to tear apart time and space, leading everyone on the scene to a fantasy world, clearly feeling the little robot's joys, sorrows, anger and happiness. Even at the moment when Qiao Mei shot himself in the end, they had an impulse to take the weapon from the girl and save her life.

This is the charm of music and dance.

Through Qiao Mei's performance, everyone saw a new story and had different feelings.

The scene was a little agitated for a while, and many people began to whisper. The eyes they looked at Qiao Mei and the others were also a little different.

"Dai Dai, you can get up now."

Shi Qing walked to Qiao Mei's side and quietly reminded Qiao Mei, who was playing the role of the dead little robot, that he could get up. After Qiao Mei sang the last line of the lyrics, he really fell on the chair as if he had died. He didn't even dare to open his eyes, and just kept on obediently.

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