But Mo Xijun was too devoted and had too strong aura, and he even roared Robin's hand away.

Robin also lost the only chance of human beings to stop her, so he had to cover his ears and wait for the first time, just like Lu Jian.

In the past two minutes, Lu Jian no longer remembers how he spent it. When he was about to collapse, he kept silently chanting something like a powerful Vajra mantra in his heart, thereby gaining the firmness of his mind to resist the invasion of the demons.

"Inter!!!Nachenel!!! It must be realized!!!!"

After pulling the huge, terrifying long notes, the singing finally ended, but Mo Xijun's expression was still intoxicated by his singing.

Lu Jian gasped heavily, tentatively stopped chanting, and slightly loosened his ears.

It seems...it's over...

Mo Xijun finally pulled out the song, opened her eyes and let out a great pleasure, and asked Robin, who was like a zombie, "Teacher, what else can I improve?"

Improve? Don't improve anymore, please!

Mo Xijun then turned around and looked at Lu Jian, tilted his head and made a smirk, as if he was expecting some affirmation.

Enough! Don’t think your sweet smile can fool me. Mom is right. The better the appearance, the scarier the things are. What’s wrong with you, humans?

Looking at Lu Jian's terrifying expression, Mo Xijun realized something and lowered her head a little ashamed: "Doesn't it sound good? Sure enough..."

"This is not a question of...it sounds good..." Lu Jian tried his best to support his breathing body and sat on the ground with a heavy breath.

Robin also held the piano and was injured very much. He stared at Lu Jian with some hatred: "Mr. Lu, I don't want the tuition fee anymore. Please take her away. She reminded me of World War II..."

"Yes, the Internationale is written for war. It seems that although I sang it badly, I was in good mood, right?" Mo Xijun looked at Robin excitedly, "Thank you for your encouragement, I will continue to work hard!"

"Ah..." Robin covered her forehead in pain. She had ten thousand ways to spray a person with impotence, but at this time, she did not have the courage.

Lu Jian finally got up and approached Mo Xijun carefully with weak steps: "Teacher Luo means that you don't need to exert force like this... It's like this on the battlefield. We are singing, not fighting."

"But the Internationale should be to sing the taste of war, right?" Mo Xijun nodded confidently, "That's what the music teacher in the middle school said, so I have this understanding."

"So... what are your class's results in that chorus competition?"

"This is quite embarrassing. At first, the whole class sang and rehearsed together, but later more and more people stopped participating. The teacher said that he would not come back. In the end, I was the only one left. The teacher gave up, and our class abstained from it."

"Believe me, the teacher has worked very hard..." Lu Jian held Mo Xijun's chair and said to Robin, "Try it again..."

"You can try, but..." Robin looked at Lu Jian with a complicated expression, "Do you have the courage?"

“…”

Mo Xijun finally read something from the expressions of the two. After thinking for a while, she smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm prepared for a long time. I can transfer back to the internship assistant."

Robin wiped the sweat from his forehead with relief: "Well, the singing path in this world is not for you."

Mo Xijun turned around and smiled at Lu Jianqiang, "It seems you can only take care of me for a day, Mr. Agent."

After thinking for a while, Lu Jian asked, "I'm describing this way, right? When you sing... it seems... you must be very dedicated. The whole person will enter a scene, such as "Internationale", and you will enter the killing field of World War II. You are like a soldier charging forward in Normandy, with great ideals, and desperately charging forward."

"Oh my God! Do you know how to read minds?" Mo Xijun nodded repeatedly as if he had met a confidant, "Yes, yes, that's the feeling. Not only that, my comrades fell down next to me, and my family was still waiting for me to return in my hometown!"

Lu Jian's expression trembled slightly: "Are there any more details?"

Mo Xijun gestured with a roar and said, "Yes, in front of me are the enemy's defense lines, gullies, iron nets, and maybe mines... Behind me are comrades who follow me to charge. We sing the song of triumph, and we will definitely win."

Lu Jian unconsciously began to rub his forehead.

Mo Xijun is still describing, becoming more and more detailed, as if he is talking about a war movie, "Save Soldier Ryan" or "Hacksaw Ridge". It is hard to imagine how such a girl would be involved in this scene.

"So you have to close your eyes and sing right? And no one can stop you."

"Yes!" Mo Xijun said even more excitedly, "How can the charge stop? Didn't the comrades in front die in vain?"

Lu Jian looked at Robin, and Robin was also looking at him.

"A terrifying sense of engagement," Robin nodded, "just using the wrong place."

"Yes, excellent creators will have more or less such a sense of engagement and imagination. They are more like recorders, experiencers, rather than creators." Lu Jian explained seriously, "I think this kind of imagination...I think it will only happen in literary works, just like "Les Miserables", with characters and times vividly appearing on paper, and Hugo himself just happens to stand on the streets of Paris, staring at Jean Valjean, feeling, recording, and venting all this."

Lu Jian said and looked at Mo Xijun: "I really can't imagine that someone can do this in singing songs... and he is so young..."

Robin looked at Mo Xijun with some sympathy: "Child, what did you go through?"

"It's nothing, it's just... it's a little lonely." Mo Xijun said slowly, "I don't have many friends... I'm very far away from everyone. When I'm alone, I always think about it. After going to college, it's much better."

"Pain is the source of creation." Robin nodded to Mo Xijun.

"No, no, no, no, there is no pain." Mo Xijun shook his head repeatedly, "It's just... I can't always listen to music, and I can't sing good songs. I'm a little regretful."

She said as she stood up and bowed to Robin and said, "Thank you, teacher, for listening to my singing. I won't waste your time. You can collect less money from Brother Jian."

Robin and Lu Jian stopped her almost at the same time.

Robin said sincerely: "It's not a problem of talent, it's a problem of technology, so it's equivalent to no problem."

"Yes, and it's the opposite." Lu Jian also said pertinently, "I've never seen a singer with such talent...especially young singers."
Chapter completed!