Chapter 1139 The Singer's Ex-Boyfriend Is a Cat (18)

Ou Jinmo sat in the judge's seat with a gentle smile on his face.

His face was about to freeze.

Few of the contestants who came to the primaries could listen.

Didn't they say that they were selected from thousands of people in the audition?

It's not that the original is bad, or the voice is bad, or it's very ugly.

His butt was going to hurt, his laugh was going to crack, and his ears were going to explode.

And yet he couldn't be angry.

He is the little prince of angels, even if the original song of the bastard in front of him sings like he wants to kill someone.

He's going to give him a knife too, come on, hit me a few more times.

Because this is the contestant that the show recommended to enter the competition.

Damn, can't those sponsors choose a few powerful ones?

It's hard to hear a good song... it's plagiarized.

He hates plagiarism the most.

Ou Jinmo dinged, and slowly smiled at the plagiarized contestant.

Then he said gently: "Do you think I haven't heard the golden song 20 years ago? You can't just change the prelude and just take it to the competition."

How does the program team choose people, can't you hear such obvious plagiarism?

Ou Jinmo was about to explode.

It was hard enough to make it to lunch.

What about Bai Weiwei?

Aren't you coming to the primaries? Where did the people go?

Did you oversleep?

Ou Jinmo flipped through the information and found that there were still three talents in Bai Weiwei's turn.

The other two judges said, "Let's continue after dinner."

But Ou Jinmo had no appetite at all, and his ears were devastated all morning.

He urgently needs a good original song to relieve his deafness.

So he smiled friendly: "The players are here, don't make them wait too long, you can eat anytime."

In addition, the judges were MMP in their hearts, with a smile on their faces.

"Yes, you still think about the players."

Ou Jinmo: Don't think that I can't hear your hypocritical irony, and that angels won't beat you to death with their wings?

It was so hard to endure, endure, endure three contestants who looked like shit.

He couldn't help craned his neck to look at the entrance.

He didn't even know that he had such an arrogant virtue, just like a cat craned its neck waiting to be fed.

The entrance...why is there no one?

Ou Jinmo almost stuck his body out, and two people were about to jump out with their paws on the table.

The other two judges finally dared to say a word: "Otherwise, let's eat first. Originally, this group was interviewed in the afternoon."

Ou Jinmo smiled and gritted his teeth: "I'm not hungry."

There is no good song, let him eat a mother's meal.

Judge: If you are not hungry, we are still hungry. You are an angel and we are human. Don't think that we are afraid of you if you are big.

Ou Jinmo was very friendly and turned to look at them both with gloomy eyes, "You guys are hungry, why don't you go eat first."

The two judges were cowardly at the same time, "No no, we never have lunch."

Suddenly, a beautiful figure with a guitar came in.

Ou Jinmo switched states almost in a second, the gentle smile on his face pulled down, his expression tensed, and he sat directly on the chair, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

The other two judges did not dare to tilt their bodies, and immediately sat upright.

Bai Weiwei walked in with the big-faced cat and the guitar.

I saw three judges looking at her gloomily.

Is this in a funeral home?

Only then did Ou Jinmo realize that he was so nervous to see Bai Weiwei.

His eyes slowly rested on the cat in her hand.

The big-faced cat said stupidly: "Meow~".

Ou Jinmo was about to stand up, his voice almost trembling, "What are you doing here with the cat in your arms? Is it a child's play to be a game?"