Chapter 21 "People Like Me" The camera in the venue focused on Wu Mu, and his face appeared on the big screen on the stage. Huh? Everyone suddenly felt something was wrong. "Is it my illusion? Why do I feel like Wu Mu has become more handsome?" "I thought I was the only one who felt this way, do you feel the same way?" "You had plastic surgery? Did you get an injection?" "It's only been a week and he's a complete ghost. He's been on the show every day with so many cameras filming him. Damn, Wu Gou is so handsome. I'm almost feeling unbalanced." "It's okay. Just think about how handsome he is and how he's just a licker. Doesn't that make you feel better?" The audiences in the audience were whispering to each other, and they all clearly felt that Wu Mu had become much more handsome than in the previous episode. Although her looks in the previous issue were already the top in the circle, it wasn’t something that would make your eyes light up at first glance.
But just now, when the camera hit Wu Mu, they really felt like they were shaken. Well, it would be more sensory if this B wasn't so abstract. In the contestant seats, Wu Mu stood up but did not walk towards the stage. Instead, he stood there and looked at them below the stage. It's self-evident what this is waiting for. Could you please die? You always have to find some images for yourself before going on stage, right? No one was too lazy to pay attention to this conspicuous bag. They started booing just to embarrass the man and make him look bad. As a result, he was not embarrassed at all and even looked very happy. Only they would be sick to boo him. Wu Mu waited for several seconds, but saw that the audience in the stands ignored him and just stared at him coldly. He knew that he couldn't delay any longer this time. There's no point dragging it out without a reason, and the scenes that will be cut won't add any points at all. He smacked his lips regretfully and could only go straight onto the stage. However, after taking office, he still did not forget his old traditions. He smiled and said to the audience: "After the last show aired, I saw that everyone was wondering why I could write songs like a diva, why my skills were so different from before, whether I bought the songs, etc." "Actually, everyone has misunderstood. I have always been incredibly strong! It's just that I used to be able to make a living by relying on my looks, and I didn't need to use any real strength, which is why you think I'm weak." "Nowadays, you can't make a living by relying on your looks, so your strength will naturally stand out." Wu Mu was having fun. That’s right, he is now extremely powerful! Kill like crazy with the system!
Ah, yes, yes, yes, whatever you say is right. The audience in the audience still had indifferent faces and didn't want to cooperate with his performance. They have discovered that after the house collapsed, Wu Mu was like a social terrorist, doing things without any taboos, and they would feel good if they paid more attention to him. The whole activity ended and the singing finally began. Wu Mu silently said in his heart, "Skill activated." Then he signaled to play the accompaniment backstage. The stage lights went out, leaving only a strong beam of light shining on him. The melodious piano music sounded and the song information appeared on the stage screen. People Like Me Lyricist: Wu Mu Composer: Wu Mu Arranger: Wu Mu its not right. The audience couldn't help but make a commotion. Why is it Wu Mu who wrote the lyrics and composed the music? Aren’t we singing songs written by teammates in this round? The author should be Mo Mo. Everyone looked surprised. Before they had time to think too much, the concert had already started. The gentle, seemingly emotionless chanting reached everyone's ears. "Someone as good as me." "I should have lived a brilliant life." "How come after more than 20 years, I am still floating in the sea of people." Wu Mu thought of his past life on Earth. Born in a small town, he likes to read books and play games since he was a child. He reads Jin Yong and Gu Long, and plays the Chinese Paladin and Warcraft. I was looking forward to growing up, fantasizing that I could be like the characters in stories and games, experiencing a different life and wonderful adventures. I feel that I am special and unique. Perhaps this world exists only because of my thoughts. The audience below the stage looked at Wu Mu on the stage, but their eyes were unfocused. They understood what Wu Mu was singing. Who isn't born conceited and thinks they are unique? "A smart guy like me." "I have long since said goodbye to innocence."
"Why did you still use a love story?" "Go change your scars." As you grow up, you realize that you are not special? I was an average student, so I got admitted to an ordinary university. The job was average, I just joined an ordinary company. The relationship is average, and the girl in love is just an ordinary person. They still have to quarrel over trivial matters in life. You claim to be special and unique, but why do you end up falling into all the pitfalls in life? "Someone as lost as me." "Someone like me who's looking." "A person like me who does nothing." "How many other people have you met?" I work hard at a job that I don't see any meaning in. The rare leisure time I have every day is just repeating my childhood hobbies, reading novels, and playing games. It seems that those glamorous dreams can only be realized by watching videos and watching others enjoy them. I gradually got used to mediocrity, but sometimes I couldn't help feeling unwilling and self-pity. Damn it, how did I end up living like this? I have such a kind personality and unique ideas, why do I end up like this? "A vulgar person like me." "I never like to pretend to be profound." "Why do I hear old songs occasionally?" "Suddenly, I was distracted." "A coward like me." "Everything should be left with a grain of salt." Gradually, I realized that this might be how my life would be. Those glamorous dreams can only exist in his fantasy. It seems that the only thing I can do is to write it down in the form of words or games, put myself into it, and just dream. These unique thoughts of his own, these ideas that he thinks are profound, will never be told by someone who suddenly appears and says that he understands them all. "A lonely person like me." "For a fool like me." "Someone like me who is unwilling to be ordinary." “How many people are there in the world?” "Someone as inexplicable as me."
"Will anyone feel sorry for me?" Wu Mu slowly put down the microphone and bowed to the audience. There was silence under the stage, and the audience was still immersed in the emotion of the song. Unlike the diva, people like me don’t have such intense, painful and struggling emotions. Some of them just tell the story slowly and leisurely, with a sense of self-mockery and self-pity. All the audience felt a sense of melancholy. Wu Mu sings about himself, but he is also singing about them. The beating of reality makes people realize their own mediocrity. But who doesn’t have a little reluctance to be ordinary? Who doesn’t envy the bright life that can only be glimpsed on the mobile phone screen? (End of this chapter)