Chapter 21 "People Like Me"
The camera in the venue focused on Wu Mu, and his face appeared on the big screen on the stage.
Huh?
Everyone suddenly felt something was wrong.
“Is it my imagination? Why do you feel that Wu Mu has become more handsome?”
"I thought I was the only one who felt this way, do you think so too?"
"Have you had plastic surgery? Have you had injections?"
"It only took a week for me to have a ghostly appearance, and I still have it every day. Staying in the program, there are so many cameras filming. Damn, Wu Gou is so handsome, I feel unbalanced."
"It's okay, just think about how handsome he is. Don’t you feel better now that you’re not just a dog licker?”
The audience in the audience whispered, and they all clearly felt that Wu Mu had become much more handsome than the previous episode.
Although the appearance in the last issue was already on the ceiling of the industry, it really wasn’t so eye-catching as to look at it.
But just now, when the camera shot to Wu Mu, they really felt like they were shaken.
Well, it would be better for the senses if this B wasn't so abstract.
In the contestant seats, Wu Mu stood up but did not walk to the stage. Instead, he stood there and looked at them under the stage.
It is self-evident what we are waiting for.
Can you die?
Every time you go on stage, you have to find some pictures for yourself, right?
No one bothers to pay attention to this conspicuous bag.
They started booing just to embarrass the man and make him look foolish.
In the end, he was not embarrassed at all, and looked like he was enjoying himself. Then they would only boo if they were sick.
Wu Mu waited for several seconds, but the audience in the stands ignored him at all and just stared at him with indifferent expressions, knowing that this time they might not be able to delay time.
There is no reason to drag it out and it will be useless. The scenes that will be cut off will not add any points at all.
He smacked his lips in regret and could only go directly to the stage.
However, after taking the stage, he still did not forget his old traditions.
He smiled and said to the audience:
"After I watched the last episode of the show, everyone was wondering why I could write a song like a diva, why my ability is so different from before, whether I bought the song, etc."
"Actually, everyone really Misunderstood, I have always been terribly strong! It’s just that I could rely on my face to make a living, and I didn’t need to use any strength, so you think I’m weak.”
“Now I can’t rely on my face to make a living. It stands out naturally.”
Wu Mu was amused.
Yes, he is terrifyingly powerful now!
Kill with the system!
Ah, yes, yes, everything you say is right.
The audience in the audience still had indifferent faces and did not want to cooperate with his performance.
They have discovered that after the collapse of the house, Wu Mu is like a social terrorist, acting without any taboos. They can make this person happy if they talk to him more.
The activity session is over and the singing finally begins.
Wu Mu muttered silently in his heart, "Skill on."
Then he motioned to the backstage to play the accompaniment.
The stage lights went out, leaving only a bright light shining on him.
The melodious piano sound sounded, and the song information appeared on the stage screen.
"Someone Like Me"
Lyricist: Wu Mu
Composer: Wu Mu
Arranger: Wu Mu
That’s not right.
The audience couldn't help but commotion.
Why is it that Wu Mu wrote the lyrics and composed the music?
Aren’t you singing a song written by your teammates this round?
The author should be Mo Mo, right.
Everyone looked surprised.
Without letting them think too much, the morning music on the stage started.
Gentle, low-pitched singing that seemed to be without any emotion reached everyone's ears.
“An outstanding person like me.”
“I should have lived a brilliant life.”
“How come more than twenty years have ended.” “Still floating in the sea of people. .”
Wu Mu thought of his previous life, when he was on Earth.
I was born as a topic writer in a small town. Since I was a child, I have loved reading idle books, playing games, watching Jin Yong, watching Gu Long, playing fairy swords and fighting World of Warcraft
I have longed for growing up, imagining that I can be like The story, like the characters in the game, experiences different lives and wonderful adventures.
I feel that I am special and unique. Maybe this world can exist only because of my own thoughts.
The audience off the stage looked at Wu Mu on the stage, but their eyes had no focus.
They understood what Wu Mu was singing.
Who is not pretentious when he is born and feels that he is unique?
“A smart person like me.”
“I said goodbye to simplicity long ago.”
“Why did I still have a relationship.”
"Go and change your scars."
As you grow up, you realize that you are not special?
My studies were average, so I got admitted to an ordinary university.
The job was average, and I only joined an ordinary company.
The relationship is average, and the girl you love is just an ordinary person. In life, you have to quarrel over all kinds of trivial matters.
You claim to be special and unique, but why do you not miss any of the pitfalls in life?
“A confused person like me.”
“A searching person like me.”
“A mediocre person like me.”
“How many other people have you met?”
I work hard and see no meaning. The rare leisure every day is to repeat my childhood hobbies, read novels and play games.
It seems that those glamorous dreams can only be enjoyed by watching videos and watching others enjoy them.
I gradually get used to mediocrity, but occasionally I can’t help but feel unwilling to accept it and feel sorry for myself.
How the hell did I live like this?
My personality is so kind and my thoughts are so unique, how come I can only behave like this?
"A vulgar person like me."
"I never like to pretend to be serious."
"Why do I occasionally hear old songs."
"Suddenly I was shocked. God."
"A coward like me."
"Everything must be done with a grain of salt."
Gradually, I realized that this might be the end of my life.
Those glorious dreams can only exist in his fantasy.
The only thing I can do seems to be to write these things out in the form of words and games, put myself into them, and have a dream.
With these unique thoughts of his, these thoughts that he thinks are profound, no one will suddenly come out to tell him that he understands all of this.
"A lonely person like me."
"A stupid person like me."
"A person like me who is unwilling to be ordinary."
"There are many people in the world How many people."
"Inexplicable people like me."
"Will anyone feel sad?"
Wu Mu slowly put down the microphone and bowed to the audience.
There was silence under the stage, and the audience was still immersed in the emotions of the song.
Unlike the queen, people like me don’t have such intense, painful and struggling emotions.
Some people just talk about it, with a sense of self-deprecation and self-pity.
A layer of melancholy enveloped the hearts of all the viewers.
Wu Mu is singing about himself, but it is not them.
The beating of reality makes people realize their own mediocrity.
But who doesn’t have a trace of unwillingness to be ordinary in his heart?
Who doesn’t envy those bright lives that can only be glimpsed on the screen of a mobile phone?
(End of this chapter)