[Who??]
[Is it Nannali? My god, I didn't have a strong impression of her in the preliminaries!]
[It's true, I remember her personal stage didn't even reach 300,000 views, right?]
[My god, she's the dark horse of the semifinals!]
[How did she suddenly become so fierce, damn it! Surely, all of you from Qingjiang Province are monsters?!]
At this moment, not only were the two commentators on the commentary stand dumbfounded.
Even the vast number of possibly not-so-professional netizens were all exclaiming "Whoa, 666".
No need for too many fancy words to embellish such a performance.
When the music started, the overwhelming aura pressed down relentlessly.
How to describe it...
It's aggression... yes, aggression!
With a flourish of her brush, Nannali wielded it deftly, and under her depiction, the cello roared deafeningly, unfurling a majestic painting on the blank paper.
...
Lin Tian thus watched Nannali's performance, returning to her most original form.
