Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1139 The singer's ex-boyfriend is a cat (18)

  Ou Jinmo sat in the judges' seat with a gentle smile on his face.

  His face almost froze with laughter.

   Few of the contestants who came to the primary election could listen.

   Didn’t you say that you were selected from an audition of thousands of people?

   Either the originality is bad, or the voice is bad, or it is very ugly.

  His **** was about to hurt from sitting, his laugh was about to crack, and his ears were about to explode.

   And this way he can't even get angry.

  He is the little prince of angels, even if the **** in front of him sings an original song that sounds like he wants to kill someone.

  He also wants to give him a knife, come, cut me a few more.

  Because this is the player recommended by the show to enter the competition.

  Damn it, can’t those sponsors choose a few capable ones?

  Finally heard a good song... plagiarized.

  He hates plagiarism the most.

   Ou Jin Mo clicked, and slowly smiled at the plagiarized contestant.

   Then said gently: "Do you think I haven't heard the golden song from 20 years ago? You can't just change the prelude and use it directly for the competition."

  How does the program group choose people? Can't you hear such obvious plagiarism?

  Ou Jinmo is almost exploding.

   Finally made it to lunch time.

  Where is Bai Weiwei?

   Aren't you going to participate in the primary election? Where did people go?

   Did you oversleep?

  Ou Jinmo looked through the information, and unexpectedly there were still three people who were Bai Weiwei's turn.

  The other two judges said: "Let's continue after eating."

  Ou Jinmo has no appetite at all, and his ears have been devastated throughout the morning.

  He urgently needs a nice original song to relieve his deafness.

  So he smiled friendly: "The contestants are here, don't make them wait too long, you can eat anytime."

   In addition, the judges were mmp in their hearts, and they were smiling.

   "Yes, you still think about the players."

  Ou Jinmo: Don’t think that I can’t hear your hypocritical sarcasm, do you think that angels won’t slap you to death with their wings?

   It was hard to endure and endure, to survive three contestants who looked like shit.

  He couldn't help but craned his neck to look at the entrance.

  He didn't know his eagerness, just like a cat stretching its neck waiting to be fed.

  Entrance...Why is there no one there.

  Ou Jinmo almost leaned out of his body, two paws grabbed the table and was about to jump out.

  The other two judges finally dared to speak out: "How about, let's have dinner first. Originally, this group was interviewed in the afternoon."

  Ou Jinmo gritted his teeth with a smile: "I'm not hungry."

   There isn't a good song, let him eat a mother's meal.

  Judges: You are not hungry and we are still hungry, you are an angel and we are human, okay? Don't think that we are afraid of you just because you are big.

  Ou Jinmo was very friendly and turned to look at the two of them with gloomy eyes, "Are you hungry, why don't you go eat first."

  The two judges coaxed at the same time, "No, no, we never eat lunch."

  Suddenly, a beautiful figure holding a guitar entered the entrance.

  Ou Jinmo switched states in almost a second. The gentle smile on his face was pulled down, his expression tense, and he sat directly on the chair, and the atmosphere suddenly became chilly.

  The other two judges did not dare to tilt their bodies, and immediately sat upright.

  Bai Weiwei walked in with a big face cat in her arms and a guitar.

   I saw the three judges looking at her gloomyly.

   Did you enter the funeral home?

  Ou Jinmo realized that he was so nervous to see Bai Weiwei.

   His eyes slowly rested on the cat in her hand.

  The big-faced cat said stupidly: "Meow~".

  Ou Jinmo almost stood up, his voice was almost trembling, "What are you doing here with the cat in your arms? Is playing a game a joke?"

  (end of this chapter)