บท 135: Crushing a Dream with a Poisonous Tongue

Wang Ling's first impression was that this vagabond singer had a strange accent from who knew where. Of course, pushing these problems aside, Wang Ling thought that on the whole, he sang pretty well and was at least in tune…

But if this young man wanted to go on a talent show and become a real professional singer, he was clearly far from achieving that.

Wang Ling's understanding of music was limited; he was just a amateur who dabbled on the guitar a little, so he couldn't make any sort of professional comment on the young man's singing.

As for how to stand out in a talent show…

He felt that there were a few prerequisites.

First, a person didn't need to be especially handsome, but should at least look pleasing.

Second, maybe the voice didn't need to be especially professional, but it should at least be distinctive. Just singing in tune wouldn't work.