frightfiction Chapter 106 Perfect Ending
Chapter 106 Perfect Ending
Ever since Ningxia was called in to save the day, the song "Chi Ling" made Chinese opera popular abroad, and the previously unknown "King of Singers Contest" also became popular.
The second show, "Dala Bangba", showcased Ningxia's singing skills.
So far, no one, whether at home or abroad, can switch between multiple voices naturally and sing a complete song like her.
Not to mention that it also includes techniques such as high notes and coloratura.
The director can already foresee the impact that today's "Stars" will have on the Russian music scene.
The last song "The Spectre" made the whole audience dance wildly, reaching the climax of the performance.
But is Ningxia's potential limited to this? No!
Looking at the comments flying by quickly, the director has found a way to take the show to the next level.
On the stage, Hu Bin had already invited all the singers to come up, and now he was twirling his handkerchief clumsily under the instruction of the aunt in the flowered jacket.
James stretched out his index finger and pressed it against the big red handkerchief. He was so tired that his head was covered in sweat, but he couldn't turn the handkerchief at all.
Indian singer Lata Manji, on the other hand, was quite talented. The handkerchief on her fingertips spun higher and higher, causing her to shout with joy.
"It worked, I succeeded."
'Piaji...' The handkerchief covered her face.
The audience burst into laughter, and Chinese netizens who were keen on stirring up trouble shouted Ningxia's name.
"Call me? You got the wrong person. I'm a professional at this."
After saying that, Ningxia threw a handkerchief in each hand into the air and caught them steadily, and the two handkerchiefs flew up in a spin.
The foreign players were stunned. So this is how you play this thing?
Just when I was about to try again, Ningxia pinched the edge of the handkerchief and started to flip the flowers.
He raised one hand high and turned it, while with the other hand he flipped the pattern, and with a light throw, the handkerchief rolled from his back, around his shoulders, and in front of his body.
From left to right, from top to bottom, one-handed flip, two-handed flip...
The two handkerchiefs seemed to have become a part of Ningxia's body, obeying her commands as if they were his arms.
James and others were dazzled by what they saw and exclaimed from time to time.
After spinning for a while, Ningxia stopped, changed two fans and continued the performance.
It was clearly an ordinary fan, but in her hands it fluttered like a butterfly.
The audience spontaneously applauded, cheered and cheered.
When Ningxia stopped again, Lata Manji came over and pointed at the fan and asked.
"Can I try?"
It must be said that Lata Manji is really talented. Although she is not very skilled, she can still spin.
Ningxia gave her a thumbs up, "Great!"
Lata Manjhi is happy.
"Where can I buy it? I need to practice hard when I get back."
Hu Bin smiled and took two fans and two handkerchiefs and handed them over.
"No need to buy it, this is for you."
As the host, he can still make the decision on such small matters.
"Really? Thank you!"
Lata Manjhi was pleasantly surprised and took the item and returned it.
"Okay, next..."
Almost everything that needed to be presented had been presented, and Hu Bin was about to announce the rankings when he heard the director's voice through his headphones.
Hu Bin's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the audience and then changed the subject.
"Next, I want to ask Ningxia, there have been rumors online that you know kung fu, I wonder if it's true?"
Ningxia looked at him in surprise. No one told her that there was this link!
However, she would be happy if Chinese Kung Fu could be spread abroad.
"Yes, I know a little bit, but it's just for physical fitness."
Seeing the puzzled looks on the faces of several foreign contestants, Hu Bin briefly introduced what Chinese Kung Fu is.
After listening to it, the audience on and off the stage all looked at Ningxia expectantly.
Netizens at home and abroad in the live broadcast room were equally excited.
Chinese netizens:
"Sister Ning is going to perform Kung Fu? To be honest, I've only seen it on TV. Is it true?"
Foreign netizens:
'Kung Fu, I finally waited for Kung Fu.'
Hu Bin glanced at Ningxia inquiringly, and when she didn't respond, he smiled.
"Everyone seems to be looking forward to it. Ningxia, do you want to show it off?"
Ningxia looked him up and down.
"Fight you?"
Hu Bin's breath was caught and he quickly shook his head. He didn't want to become the next Toothpick Brother.
As they were talking, several staff members carried a weapon rack used in ancient costume dramas and placed it on the side of the stage.
Long swords, spears, bronze hammers, short swords, swords...all kinds of weapons are available.
Ningxia glanced at the director team. No wonder the director asked her during the chat whether she really knew Kung Fu and what weapons she could use. It turned out that he was waiting here!
He stepped forward, pulled out a spear and weighed it; it was a little light, but it would serve its purpose.
Hu Bin had already retreated to the other side of the stage with the other singers.
Ningxia put on a gun flower, stood in the center of the stage, and her eyes suddenly became sharp.
The spear in his hand thrust out quickly, as swift as a dragon.
Pick, block, grab, collapse, point, pull, entangle...
Wu's spear techniques were so agile and graceful, and varied that the audience could only see blurry shadows of the spear and could not tell what moves she was using.
After twisting and turning, Ningxia was only two meters away from the weapons rack.
She retracted the spear and swung it casually, and the spear obediently returned to her original position.
Immediately afterwards, Ningxia took two steps forward, exerted force with his toes, and kicked the knife on the shelf into the air.
He flew up, grasped the hilt of the knife, and began to demonstrate his knife skills.
The audience tilted their heads back and exclaimed "Wow" in unison.
Netizens in the live broadcast room had already gone crazy.
"Fuck, Sister Ning can fly. She really can fly."
'Gravity? Gravity? Why does it only act on me?'
"So cool, Sister Ning, go make a martial arts movie soon, I want to see it."
"Yes, it is a little bit..."
Foreign netizens:
"Chinese Kung Fu? Niubier..."
'I want to learn, where can I sign up? '
'Why can she jump two meters high? '
Amid their discussions, Ningxia calmly put away his knife, stood in the center of the stage, and bowed to the audience in thanks.
Hu Bin's eyes were full of amazement, and the five contestants with question marks on their faces went on stage again.
In just a few minutes, the number of people in the live broadcast room doubled to a staggering 50 million.
Forty percent of them are foreign netizens, which is a unique data in China.
"Ningxia, you really opened my eyes."
Hu Bin praised, looking at Ningxia with eyes that were almost worshipful.
He is like this, not to mention foreign singers.
Especially the curious child Lata Manjhi, who had long forgotten her fan and handkerchief and began to clamor to learn the gunmanship.
Ningxia said gently without any impatience.
"You said before that you wanted to learn opera, fans, and handkerchiefs. Once you have learned all those, I will teach you how to shoot. How about that?"
Lata Manji's eyes lit up again.
"Okay, okay, I will learn it as soon as possible and come find you."
Ningxia chuckled in her heart and said, kid, it will take a long time for you to learn it.
"Okay, let's announce the ranking of singers for this episode. Please look at the big screen."
Not surprisingly, Ningxia is first again.
As for the rest, it is no longer important to netizens.