Chapter 85: Sang Qiao, what the hell are you performing?

The director nodded in satisfaction, finally, there was a performance that the elderly could enjoy.

However, the pleasant singing failed to move the villagers, who still wore expressions like those of old men staring at cellphones on the subway.

The song ended.

Most of them reluctantly stretched out "4" or "5" fingers. The director announced, "Meng Wangge and Lin Weichen, four and a half points."

"Grandpas and grandmas, can I ask what was wrong with our singing?" Meng Wangge asked with a smile on her face, not expecting to fall below the passing mark!

The villagers replied, "It was mediocre at best, not even comparable to the opera singers in our village."

"Yes, yes, and the folk singers too."

It was then that Meng Wangge realized, her singing style was too "modern" and didn't suit the taste of the elderly.

If she had known, she would have performed an opera instead, but now it was too late to say anything.

The director and guests: "..."