APTnovel Chapter 72 Singing to Get a Watermelon
Chapter 72 Singing to Get a Watermelon
The voice just fell.
"I!"
"Me too!"
"We want to watch the drama unfold!"
Countless hands shot up like mushrooms after rain; the scene was even more enthusiastic than robbery.
Each class is electing its own "top student".
"Hey you! You tall guy from the third company! Come up here!"
The instructor randomly selected the boy who raised his hand the most enthusiastically.
The boy excitedly rushed into the center of the circle.
He looked like a vocal music major, and he was holding a guitar that he had borrowed from somewhere.
"Hello, instructors! Hello, students!"
"I want to eat some melon seeds! I'm going to sing 'I Can't Help Loving You' for everyone!"
"Okay! That's direct enough!"
The instructor gave a thumbs up, and the sound engineer immediately played the accompaniment.
The boy plucked the strings and began to sing.
You ask me if I love you...
The first few sentences were quite solid.
After all, they are professionals.
but.
Perhaps it was because I really wanted to eat that watermelon, or perhaps it was because I was too nervous being stared at by thousands of eyes.
When singing the climax of the chorus.
"I love you, but I had no choice but to hurt you—uh!"
The voice cracked.
That shout sounded like a rooster crowing but being choked.
I did a split all the way to my maternal grandmother's house.
"puff--"
The entire audience burst into laughter instantly.
The boy's face turned bright red, but he gritted his teeth and insisted on finishing the last few lines.
"good!"
The instructor led the applause, then picked up the microphone, a mischievous grin on his face, and asked:
"What do you all think of my singing?"
"Should we give them watermelons or not?"
"not good!!!"
Students from other classes around them shouted in unison, their voices deafening.
This is the unspoken rule of military training—anyone who isn't in your class is considered bad!
After all, there are only so many watermelons; if others eat them, you won't have any left!
But amidst the boos...
Only the boy's class was screaming at the top of their lungs:
"good!!!"
"One more!!!"
That protectiveness of their offspring is truly touching.
The instructor burst into laughter:
"It seems that the eyes of the masses are discerning, and their ears are also very discerning."
"Your class is quite united, aren't you? You'd throw away all shame for a mere bite to eat, huh?"
The boy scratched his head awkwardly.
Although the instructor was sarcastic, he still cut a piece of watermelon and handed it to him.
"Alright, although it has some minor flaws, the courage is commendable."
"The whole class's gossip is gone."
"But this one is yours!"
The boy, overjoyed, took the watermelon, and amidst the envious and jealous gazes of his roommates, he took a satisfying bite before running back to the group.
Although I didn't bring any glory to the class.
But I enjoyed the meal!
The atmosphere became tense as the first "voice-off guy" left the stage with a consolation prize watermelon.
The bright red flesh and the flowing juice were more effective than any stimulant.
Each class was eager to compete and determined to win the big watermelon.
"Who else?!"
The drill instructor, holding a megaphone, shouted, "This is the Shanghai Theatre Academy! Don't tell me all you know how to do is stand at attention and at ease! Show us something special!"
"I'll do it!"
A furious roar, like Zhang Fei's shout that broke the bridge at Dangyang.
On the third company's side, a boy as strong as an ox, with a neck as thick as his head, suddenly stood up.
"I'm from the opera department! I'll perform a piece from 'O Sole Mio' for you all!"
After saying that, the guy didn't even need a microphone; he took a deep breath and shouted into the night sky:
"Ah~~~~~Oh, Solmio~~~~~"
The sound, with its own reverberation, was extremely penetrating, making the top of the head of the person in front of it buzz.
There was no accompaniment, just shouting.
But the resonance of that bel canto singing style managed to create an imposing momentum like a thousand troops.
After the song ended, the entire audience fell silent.
Everyone was stunned.
The instructor picked at his ear and gave a thumbs up:
"Great lung capacity! With that voice, we won't need a megaphone to shout slogans anymore!"
"Did you sing well?!"
Everyone covered their ears and said in unison.
"not good!!!"
"Then there won't be any big watermelons."
The instructor chuckled, cut a slice of watermelon, and handed it to him: "Here you go! Soothe your throat!"
Followed by.
"Instructor, I want to join too!"
This time, the one who stood up was a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses who looked very refined.
"I'm a screenwriting major, and I don't have any special talents."
"I'll give you a beatboxing performance."
Before anyone could react...
This guy picked up the microphone and put it to his mouth, and his cheeks instantly started bulging like they had a motor.
"Boom boom boom! Pfft pfft! Boom boom boom!"
Dense drumbeats, extremely realistic electronic music, and even the sound of scratching discs all poured out of his mouth.
The rhythm is off the charts!
The freshmen, who were originally sitting on the ground, began to sway their bodies involuntarily to the rhythm.
"Holy crap! It's a human speaker!"
"Awesome! That's incredible!"
The instructor chuckled and nodded in rhythm.
"Interesting! Is that mouth borrowed?"
No doubt about it.
Bbox Bro won the first watermelon of the night with just his mouth.
At this point, only three watermelons remained.
"Who else wants to come?"
"Report! I'm coming!"
A clear, crisp female voice rang out.
In the next formation, a girl slowly stood up.
The girl had her hair tied in a high ponytail, and although she was wearing a baggy camouflage uniform, her long neck and upright posture still made her stand out from the crowd.
She walked confidently into the center of the circle.
"Instructor, since there's no accompaniment, I'll perform a classical dance for everyone."
"Okay! No problem!"
The girl took a deep breath and assumed a stance.
There was no music, and no lights.
The moment she took her stance, the originally noisy playground gradually quieted down.
Although the ground beneath my feet was rough grass, and my clothes were hot and damp from military training.
But it was as if everything around them had transformed into a magnificent, golden palace.
Bending over backwards.
do the splits.
Spin.
Every movement is supple and boneless, yet full of power.
The arc drawn by the fingertips is as elegant as a poem.
In particular, one of the performances featured a high leap in mid-air, as light and graceful as a butterfly fluttering in the night.
The clash between strength and gentleness, the ultimate beauty displayed beneath the tough military training uniform, stunned all the males present.
Even Jiang Bai couldn't help but take a second look.
"That's what professionalism looks like..."
The dance ended.
The girl, slightly out of breath, bowed to the surroundings.
"good!!!"
This time, without the instructors even asking, the cheers from the entire audience exploded.
Even the opposing companies that were originally prepared to shout "Oh no!" were now clapping their hands until they were red.
A beautiful woman deserves respect!
The chubby instructor laughed heartily, then picked up a large watermelon and shoved it into the girl's arms.
"Well done! That's the standard our art academy should have!"
"Take it! It's for your class!"
The girl's class erupted in cheers as the boys rushed forward to greet the triumphant queen and the watermelon.
The instructor continued shouting through the megaphone, "Anyone else? There are only two watermelons left! Stop dawdling, the watermelons are going to spoil!"
Seeing that everyone in the next class had a bite of sweet watermelon, the students in Class 6 on Jiang Bai's side were green with envy.
That was driven by craving and impatience.
"No! Our class can't lose!"
"Who will go? Who from our class will go?"
Just as everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment...
"I'll do it! I'll make one for everyone!"
A burly figure suddenly stood up.
It's Gu Dapeng.
This guy couldn't hold back any longer; he felt like all the primal power within him was about to explode for that bite of watermelon!