Chapter 14 Sincerity is a must-kill skill
"Yes, Ms. Xingzhen, that voice is really a bit overpowering with this speaker."

——Especially because she really didn't expect that was the sound that Ms. Timo could make.

Zhong Lingyu complained in his heart and glanced at the system page in the air.

Teacher Yingzi had worked hard for a week to accumulate more than 50 singing points, but most of them were consumed by this "I Want Foreigners to Die". The remaining 20 points were obviously not enough to open any more powerful new skills...

It seemed that Ms. Xingzhen would not come up with any new and annoying tricks tonight, so she could just listen to the music with peace of mind.

Zhong Lingyu thought so as she squeezed herself back into the seat comfortably.

Ms. Xingzhen, who saw her little action clearly, guessed what the child was thinking. She couldn't help but glance at her with a slightly amused look, and then she was busy arguing with the stupid netizens who usually surfed at level 10 on Big Eyes.

——Yes, ever since Ms. Xingzhen discovered the fun of replying to people online on dilidili last time, she has been trying every means to persuade Zhong Lingyu to help update all the social media apps in her operating system one by one and log in to her accounts.

Now, the small account [I'm Really Not Xiu'er] has become Ms. Xingzhen's personal exclusive account.

After waking up every day, she is either busy ranking and collecting data for her "useless" one in some super chat; or she is busy accurately picking out certain diodes jumping up and down in various comment sections, trying to guide the direction of the public opinion, and arguing with them crazily.

Of course, because Ms. Xingzhen tried her best to defend Teacher Yingzi's behavior, many netizens half mocked and half cheered her on, calling her a "Manchu Qing Dynasty survivor" who failed to lose her braids when China was liberated and still thought of her "Eight Banners origin" as a "feudal Qing Dynasty person" left over from a hundred years ago who was difficult to kill.

But when Ms. Xingzhen saw this, she was not angry at all. Instead, she readily admitted her identity as a Qing Dynasty person, saying that her thoughts were indeed not as trendy and open as those of contemporary people. She just couldn't accept foreign languages ​​and couldn't listen to songs sung by foreigners...

This incident actually made those sharp-tongued netizens who usually enjoy making fun of others lose their temper.

——Oh no, damn it! Could it be that they accidentally touched the real thing?

After all, it has only been 120 to 130 years since the fall of the Qing Dynasty. Who knows, there may still be some families with strict rules and regulations that have been influenced by the feudal ethics of the past, and some families in remote corners may still maintain their old and corrupt traditions...

Or is it that the actual holder of the account [I'm Really Not Xiu'er] is actually an elderly person over 70 years old who has not yet gotten rid of the dregs that were absorbed into his brain in his childhood?
Hiss~ Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is not impossible...

A few years ago, didn't some satellite TV channels and major portal websites broadcast a Republican-era drama in which the heroine spent the entire show trying to give birth to a son, the rules in the family were as numerous as laws, and every line of dialogue was extremely shocking?

And the heroine of that movie...seems to be called "Xiu'er"?
——Xiu’er, I’m really not Xiu’er.

The stupid netizens who were keenly aware of this were thoughtful, and quickly wrote a short essay of tens of thousands of words in their minds based on these two somewhat subtle names.

So Ms. Xingzhen, who was over 70 years old before her death and is over 200 this year, became in their eyes "a middle-aged (old) woman who was oppressed by the conservative, traditional and feudal thinking of the elderly in her family, who was aware of some problems and did not want to become a woman like 'Xiu'er', but could not keep up with the times, did not know how to resist, struggled and suffered all day long, and had to become 'Xiu'er'".

hmm~
Thinking about it this way, those confusing remarks she made before suddenly became understandable!

Netizens who felt they had grasped the truth calmed down, and from then on, when they saw Ms. Xingzhen's "strange remarks", they were no longer as indignant as before. Instead, they unconsciously felt a little more inexplicable pity and sympathy.

——Some people have even kindly called Ms. Xingzhen "Sister Xiu'er" and tried to use their own methods to help her keep up with the times in all aspects, from thoughts to surfing techniques.

The real Zhong Lingyu did not have the little Xiu, and thus inexplicably and narrowly avoided an unexpected disaster. Of course, these are all later stories. At the moment, Zhong Lingyu, who is immersed in music, is not aware that Ms. Xingzhen has single-handedly reversed the poor reputation of the crazy trumpet "I'm Really Not Xiu'er" in the media and the Internet with her overly frank and sincere attitude.

She was just carefully comparing the abilities of each singer who was performing on stage, and using this to estimate the ranking that Teacher Yingzi could get tonight.

Well... fortunately, the singers who kick off the charts will not directly participate in the rankings. They only need to compete once with the singers they choose.

Otherwise, it’s hard to say what specific ranking Teacher Yingzi will get tonight.

Zhong Lingyu glanced at him imperceptibly, then leaned back and slightly adjusted his sitting posture.

Uliyanghai on the stage was singing a Mongolian song called "Reincarnation". Although she could not understand Mongolian, she could hear the vast, broad, pure, long-lasting and almost sacred artistic conception from the singers' majestic and distant music and singing.

——It’s like a person walking through a vast grassland, with dark mountains in the distance and long clouds hanging upside down in the sky.

There was the sound of wind, chilly and cold, but not bleak.

There are grasslands, which flourish in spring and fade in autumn, and never cease to exist.

So the four seasons change, the sun and the moon alternate, the cattle and sheep come and go, it's all a cycle.

——It is said that people in the world love music.

Because this is one of the few things in the world that does not require a lot of professional appreciation skills. As long as you can hear and understand, even if you don't understand the language or words used by the other party, you can still understand the emotions and images hidden in the music.

The unique "music" is much simpler than the group of people who "make" music.

Zhong Lingyu lazily bent his elbows and supported his chin, while Ms. Xingzhen next to him suddenly stopped typing when the Mongolian language sounded.

The little girl caught a glimpse of the fleeting nostalgia in the old lady's eyes and could not help but sit up straight.

——By the way, although this old lady’s learning of Manchu and Mongolian was not very good...she did study them for a period of time.

In addition, Chinese characters and the Chinese language have undergone several simplification reforms since the Republic of China...

For Ms. Xingzhen, compared to the simplified Chinese characters and Mandarin they are currently using, perhaps the Mongolian sung by Uliyanghai is closer to the local accent?
Tsk, it’s not impossible.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. He rubbed his chin with his hand, and soon, while everyone was not paying attention, he secretly pulled the corner of Ms. Xingzhen's clothes:

"Ms. Xingzhen, after this round of competition is over... do you want to go out for a walk?"

(End of this chapter)