In the bar, where the lights are on and the popular music is playing tirelessly.

On the gorgeous stage, several pole girls with hot bodies, following the rhythm of the music, almost twisted their bodies with all their strength and performed a seductive pole dance that made people applaud.

This bar is called the Phantom, and the show that night was surprisingly exciting. Every corner of the bar was filled with all kinds of men and women, and the business was booming and bustling.

After a powerful foreign dance music ended, the loud music in the bar suddenly changed to soft music with a soothing rhythm. Several pole girls walked off the stage twisting their waists, and a festive-looking male host in white immediately appeared with a smile.

He said happily to the guests who were drinking and having fun in the audience: "Good evening to all the handsome guys and beauties who are happy to come to Phantom. Haha, tonight, our Phantom will hold a audition to apply for a resident singer. In a moment, there will be three beauties coming.

National Taiwan University pk, everyone present today is a great judge."

"Oh 7e oh yeah 7e"

"Oh..."

Hearing these flattery words, many men and women in the audience inevitably roared with excitement.

A beam of light hit the center of the stage, and the male host smiled and continued: "Thank you everyone for your enthusiasm. Now I announce that the competition has officially begun, and contestant No. 1 is invited to take the stage."

Soon, a short-haired beauty with half-breasted breasts walked onto the stage confidently with a microphone, snapped her fingers at the sound engineer, danced, and sang a fast-paced song.

Most of the people in the audience were men. Seeing her appearance, which is known as one of the most beautiful women, and hearing her powerful singing voice that stirred up the atmosphere of the scene, they burst into thunderous applause. It was understandable.

The second person who came on stage was also a beautiful woman. She smiled sweetly at the guests in the audience and sang an English song intoxicatedly. Her singing skills were so good that she almost shocked everyone present.

At the rear left of the stage, stood a woman with her hair tied up and the pimples on her forehead fully exposed.

Her name is Mo Hanya, her skin is dark, but the two red phoenix eyes embedded in her oval face are very bright. At this time, she is holding the guitar and looking at the second contestant who is singing superbly on the stage with admiration.

In fact, she was quite nervous at this time because she was the third contestant.

In this world, it seems that there are all kinds of competitions being staged every day. People are addicted to it. T City, the most prosperous city in the country, immediately keeps pace with the times. The Phantom Bar, which is the most fashion-forward, also followed suit, recruiting resident artists, and also organized

A competition similar to Super Girl.

Competition, whether static or dynamic, is fierce and cruel. If you are a little bit bad or a little lax, you will inevitably be ruthlessly eliminated by this real society.

Mo Hanya has lived for 25 years. In total, she has participated in no less than ten singing competitions like this. The one with the best result was when she participated in the Super Girl competition the year before last. She was among the top 50 in the country.

Last train.

She has loved singing since she was a child. After graduating from high school, she entered a well-known music conservatory in the country. Unexpectedly, just one year after entering the school, her father died of cerebral congestion at home, and then her younger brother was diagnosed with the disease.

Due to a serious heart disease, I had to drop out of school early and returned to city T. While taking care of my grieving mother and sick younger brother, I worked tirelessly to earn money to support the family. In order to make money to treat my younger brother, I often spent a whole day.

It takes several jobs.

This time she came to Mirage Bar to apply for a resident singer position and participated in the competition arranged by the bar. She was determined to win. However, standing in the audience, she saw that Numbers 1 and 2 in front of her were not only prettier than her.

, and after she sang the song very well, her bulging belly gradually deflated with the heart of winning.

Contestant No. 2 finished singing perfectly. When she came off the stage, the guests in the audience, both men and women, applauded warmly to see her off. Many of the male guests even whistled at her with unfulfilled interest.

"Shh, beauty, don't leave, let's sing another song..."

"Hi, beauty No. 2, please stay..."

It was amid such cheers that Mo Hanya walked onto the stage holding her guitar. When the lights hit her face and body, the people in the audience quickly saw her unspectacular facial features clearly.

Chu.

Seeing the row of pimples on her forehead and her dark skin that could almost rival Louis Koo, many people burst out laughing.

"Hey, here comes a dark beauty with acne!" Someone yelled such a sentence, and all the men and women in the audience were laughing so hard.

"Ah haha ​​7e7e haha..."

Mo Hanya seemed to have been used to such teasing, and the expression on her face was still calm. After their laughter subsided a little, she played the guitar gently, trying hard to restrain her nervousness and anxiety,

He introduced himself with a smile, "Good evening everyone, I am the last contestant to participate in the Phantom Singer Selection Competition. My name is Mo Hanya, and I will sing a song of Faye Wong's "Legend" for everyone.

, I hope everyone likes it.”

After listening to her self-introduction, some people in the audience, who were relatively qualified, gave a few sparse applause.

With such cold applause, Mo Hanya didn't show any disappointed emotion on her face. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and played the guitar skillfully. Sometimes she closed her eyes, sometimes squinted her eyes, and sometimes opened her eyes wide. It was extremely...

I devoted myself to singing the classic song called "Legend"...

【Just because I looked at you one more time in the crowd

I can never forget your face again

Dreaming that we can meet again one day by chance

From then on I began to miss you alone

When I miss you, you are in the sky

When I miss you, you are in front of me

When I miss you, you are in my mind

When I miss you, you are in my heart

I would rather believe that we had an appointment in our previous life

The love story of this life will never change again

I would rather spend this life waiting for you to discover

I'm always by your side

Never gone far]

Directly opposite the stage, not far away, sat a man wearing sunglasses. The lights in the bar were always blurry, and he put on a pair of sunglasses, so no one could guess his true age.

There were six burly men standing around him. The expressions of these six men were serious and guarded. At first glance, they could only tell that they were people who were fighting for a living among swords and guns. Presumably, they were all his bodyguards, and people could only take a sneak peek.

His shapely chin, moderate thickness, and firm lips indicate that he is definitely a handsome and courageous man who cannot be underestimated.

He held a high wine glass in his hand, swayed the wine in the glass for a while, and took a sip gracefully. Hearing Mo Hanya's somewhat special and sad singing voice, he put down his wine glass and looked up towards the stage, and saw Mo Hanya

When Hanya was singing the first part of the song with her eyes slightly closed, the corners of his super charming mouth were slightly raised, and he didn't know whether it was ridicule or appreciation.

...

Mo Hanya knew very clearly that her singing voice was not worse than the previous two contestants, but it was not better than theirs either. It could only be said that she could tie with them.

This situation is not optimistic at all for her, because she knows very well that in this world, there are many people who judge people by their appearance. Looking at it, almost all the people in the bar are members of the Appearance Association. The two in front

The contestants are all prettier than me, and if my singing voice is tied with theirs, their chances of winning are much greater than mine.

After singing the song, some people in the audience gave her applause without hesitation.

She bent over with a smile on her face to express her gratitude, and at the host's signal, she stood on the left side of the stage.

The other two contestants then came onto the stage in all their glory and stood in a row with her. Unintentionally, by comparison, she looked like an ugly duckling, unremarkable.

"Each judge can only raise their hands once for the contestant they support. The one with the most support will be our Phantom's official resident singer, and we Phantom will give her the best reward." The host said.

Everyone announced loudly, "Handsome and beautiful judges, are you ready?"

"Oh 7e ready 7e" the men and women in the audience shouted happily in unison.

"If you support player No. 1, please raise your hands."

Most of the men in the audience raised their hands.

The host counted with a smile, "Haha, there are a total of 58 people who support our No. 1 contestant. The results are good. Now, please raise your hands, the handsome guys and beauties who support our No. 2 contestant."

This time, almost as many men and women raised their hands.

"Oh, haha, her score is even better. There are 66. Whether she will become the champion this time depends on the score of our No. 3 player. I will count to three. If you choose to support No. 3, please raise your head.

Your hands, one, two, three.”.

It's a quiet moment. People in the audience, look at me and I look at you. After the host finished counting, no one raised their hands.

At this time, Mo Hanya, who was standing on the stage, was extremely embarrassed. She couldn't help lowering her head, biting the corner of her mouth secretly, looking at the smooth and solid surface of the stage, and thought uncomfortably, why is there no hole in the ground for herself to crawl into in this place?

?

It seemed that this was the first time the host had encountered this situation. He was slightly stunned. When he was about to say something funny to liven up the scene, unexpectedly, someone raised his hand to show his support for No. 3 Mo Hanya.

The person raising his hand was the mysterious man wearing sunglasses with bodyguards standing beside him.

Seeing him raising his hand to support the inconspicuous No. 3 player, the men and women around him were quite surprised.

When the male host on the stage saw him raising his hand, he had a strange expression on his face, which seemed to be both shock and fear.

There seemed to be many people whispering in the audience. Mo Hanya felt strange and raised her head. For a moment, she saw the hand raised to support her. Her heart palpitated and she almost shed tears.

It was a very masculine hand, with a valuable gold watch on its wrist. Of course, the owner of that hand was even more charming because he was mysterious, famous, and handsome enough.

Mo Hanya's eyesight was very good, but in the dim and ambiguous light of the bar, she could only vaguely see the outline of his resolute face. She faintly blinked the eyes that were considered the most beautiful on her face, and looked at

His brightest smile silently expressed his most sincere gratitude. Ling Liu couldn't help it.

The mysterious man in sunglasses seemed to accept the sincere gratitude in her bright smile. The corners of his mouth curved imperceptibly, and he put down his hand. He whispered something to a bodyguard next to him, then stood up gracefully and stood in front of several other burly men.

Surrounded by bodyguards, he left the bar with one hand in his pocket.

Who is he?
To be continued...