636: Chapter 625 636: Chapter 625 The next few acts failed to catch Song Yun’s attention, but the occasional whiff of fragrance drifting over slightly stirred him up.
At a close distance, since the three judges’ seats were quite near each other, Song Yun had a clear view of Chen Mengjie, the dream girl of a billion men, sitting to his left.
“Her skin is not bad, although she has light makeup on, her complexion is really good!” Shen Yan nodded.
“Her figure isn’t bad either, with the right curves in the right places,” Song Yun subtly touched his chin.
“Mr.
Song Yun, how do you think this contestant performed?” Chen Mengjie suddenly asked from the side.
Song Yun was stunned, for he had been watching her instead.
How would he know how the performance was?
But since she had asked, Song Yun deeply thought for a moment before responding, “The performance was okay, it’s just that the singing skills were lacking.”
“This…” Chen Mengjie looked awkwardly at Song Yun.
Suddenly, it seemed very quiet around, so he hastily looked down at the stage, only to see a clown holding a ball, gazing blankly at him.
“For crying out loud, isn’t this supposed to be a talent show?
Why is there a clown here doing tricks!” Song Yun gave a wry smile.
“I’m just joking, haha.”
“Hahaha, Mr.
Song Yun is really funny!” The host quickly smoothed things over, and Shen Yan picked up the conversation, “What Song Yun means is, you performed well!”
“Thank you, judges.” The clown also looked downhearted as he nodded and then said he would sing a song, which, perhaps influenced by Song Yun or something, immediately went off-key.
“Try to take it seriously, at least,” Shen Yan murmured from the side.
“All these lousy entries, where are the beauties?” Song Yun grumbled.
“Next up is a beauty,” Shen Yan smirked, “Just you wait.”
True enough, the next contestant was an attractive woman.
Her singing was mediocre, Shen Yan nudged Song Yun lightly with his foot, “How about that, pretty good, right?”
“Not bad, you interested?” Song Yun asked curiously.
“No, no, no, this one’s for you,” Shen Yan shook his head.
“Oh?
Why so generous?”
“There are better ones coming up.”
“True brother.”
This reasonably attractive woman was promptly put on hold by Shen Yan, whether she would advance depended on her performance during the holding period.
Next came a few more forgettable contestants, until a young girl holding a guitar walked on stage.
Calling her a girl because Song Yun saw her as definitely not over 18, her face still held a trace of youthful innocence.
The girl looked timorously around at the audience, then walked over to a chair and said softly, “I’ll bring a song called ‘Sunshine’.”
After her introduction, she strummed the guitar strings; a faint melancholy wafted through the hall along with the music.
Song Yun tensed up—her music had an ethereal quality to it!
Especially that voice, as if it came from heaven!
Shen Yan was also stunned.
He wasn’t new to good voices; even Guo Meimei, whom he followed around, sang well, but this girl’s voice had an angelic quality.
Chen Mengjie was very excited watching the girl, her face glowing faintly red as if a lecher seeing a beauty…
When the song ended, the girl looked anxiously at the three judges.
“Not bad,” Song Yun nodded.
“Girl, are you up?” Shen Yan probed.
“No, I’ve got her covered,” Song Yun said earnestly.
“Oh?
Having a change of heart?” Shen Yan asked in surprise.
“Haha, maybe,” Song Yun mused, watching the slightly overwhelmed girl, “It’s rare to find such innocence; can’t spoil that.”
“Taking care of her, huh?
You’re indeed noble.
Since you’ve taken a liking, I will make sure the staff takes good care of her,” Shen Yan laughed.
“No need, let’s see how far she can go,” Song Yun shook his head.
“Your voice intoxicated me, congratulations, you’ve advanced,” Chen Mengjie smiled.
The girl breathed a sigh of relief, nodding in thanks.
“Little girl, what’s your name?” Shen Yan asked.
“I’m Xiao Hua.” The girl clutched her guitar, hardly daring to look at Shen Yan.
“Hmm, Xiao Hua, what a nice name.
Why did you want to join this show?” Shen Yan continued.
“I heard the first prize is 500,000, and I want to use it for my mom’s medical treatment,” the girl spoke softly, her voice very comforting to listen to.
“Oh?
You’re such a filial daughter!
How old are you this year?”
“I am 17.”
“Well then, congratulations on advancing.
I hope you make it to the end and get the prize money for your mom’s treatment,” Shen Yan said with a smile.
The girl bowed to everyone and then exited the stage.
Following her were a slew of nondescript contestants, including Shen Yan’s Guo Meimei, who sang poorly but had survived the unwritten rules.
Thus, only Chen Mengjie lit up a red light, and as many fairly attractive women took the stage, Shen Yan picked one or two that he liked and put out the light.
Song Yun just followed Shen Yan, but ever since hearing Xiao Hua’s song, Song Yun genuinely lost any interest in taking advantage of others.
The competition participants were numerous, continuing till noon, covering only half the contestants.
Chen Mengjie had to rush to another appointment, while Song Yun and Shen Yan found themselves idle.
They checked into a nearby hotel, buying some food and drinks, and took refuge in the air-conditioned room.
“Isn’t it still our turn to judge this afternoon?
Aren’t you worried about getting caught drinking?” Song Yun picked up a can of beer.
“What’s there to worry about?
Today’s makeup technology is top-notch.
Even Sister Feng can turn into a beauty with the right makeup.
We just shouldn’t get drunk.
Worst comes to worst, I’ll have them schedule us for the evening.
This hot weather, air conditioning is just bliss,” Shen Yan sank comfortably into the sofa with a beer in one hand and a chicken leg in the other.
“Ah, this whole talent show thing, if you see through it, there really isn’t much to it.
All these moving segments are set up, outsiders enjoy the spectacle, and we insiders have to play along—pretty boring,” Song Yun said from the couch.
“If not for these, what else will people do with so much free time?
Stay home and have kids?
We’re indirectly contributing to birth control here.
Haha, let me check the time.” Shen Yan said, pulling out his phone from under him.