Homme brought Joshu to his residence, a dilapidated room in the kitchen of the tavern.

The lights in the room seemed very dim, and Qiao Xiu heard a subtle breath when he walked into the room.

The baby girl written in the Dark Elf’s information is lying on a bed made of shabby cotton...

"Is there anything wrong with me?"

Hom's voice seemed a little blurred. He was beaten up very badly. With the dim light, Qiao Xiu could see clearly his bruised cheeks and bruises on his eyes.

These bruises made him look like a funny clown. Hom also cared about the traces of injuries on his face, and kept his head down when facing Joshu.

"Sit down first."

Qiao Xiu handed the only chair in the small room to Holme.

Hom knew clearly that what was standing in front of him was the so-called "big man", a big man he couldn't afford to offend... So Hom sat on the chair very cooperatively.

Qiao Xiu moved another table to him, and found a chair to sit down face to face with Hom.

"Sir...If you want to buy that baby girl..."

Holme could not bear this atmosphere similar to interrogation, and he finally spoke tentatively. Holme did not think that the big man in front of him would come here for his little mouse...

The biggest possibility is for the baby girl he adopted.

"Baby girl? I really care about the baby you adopted." Qiao Xiu glanced at the baby lying on the bed.

Although the dark elf reported to Qiao Xiu that her real race was the Chaos Demon, Qiao Xiu did not feel the aura of the Chaos Demon on her body...

"But this time I'm here to find you." Qiao Xiu looked at the down-and-out young man in front of him again.

He may be experiencing the worst day of his life...

"Look for...me?"

Holme was a little unbelievable. He raised his eyes that were narrowed due to bruised eyelids, and finally recognized who the big man was sitting in front of him.

"I... remember you helped me during the audition, sir."

"It's not me who helped you, it's you who got my recognition through your performance. I'm here to congratulate you on entering the semi-finals and want to know if you're ready for your next performance?"

When Qiao Xiu asked this question, Hom was stunned for a moment. His scarred hands suddenly tightened again, and his lips trembled slightly. Finally, Hom lowered his head and did not dare to look at Qiao Xiu's eyes.

"I...I plan to abstain." He felt like his throat was pinched when he said this, but in the end he was holding it in his mouth.

"Abstain? Why... you obviously have a chance."

Hom did not answer Joseph, but silently took out a somewhat worn paper from the pocket of his clothes behind him.

This is an envelope. Due to the experience just now, the envelope was soaked in sewage, but Qiao Xiu could still vaguely see that this was the handwriting of Sir Bai Jinghua.

The content of the letter is probably to congratulate Home on his successful entry into the semi-finals and explain in detail that the competition mechanism of the semi-finals belongs to the "ring".

That is, one of the two singers will inevitably be eliminated, and the right to decide is still in the hands of the audience.

"Is the opponent you will face in the next game Fallosi's opera artist? It seems to be quite well-known." Qiao Xiu glanced at the contents of the letter slightly. The next game of Home is against an opera artist who is well-known in the next game.

"So sir... I can't win at all, and when I left the opera artist told me that if I quit... he could give me ten gold coins."

Although Hom tried his best to make himself happy when he said this, the trembling tone betrayed his true thoughts.

"Ten gold coins? If you defeat that opera artist, you will win more than just ten gold coins! Do you look down on your own music so much?" What Qiao Xiu said stimulated the pain in Hom's heart.

"It's not that I look down on you... Sir! It's that everyone in Nolan looked down on you!" Holme pressed his hands on his forehead, and his voice was filled with sobs. "The things I sing... are just some garbage that is not popular underground. How can it be compared to the singing of those opera singers... No one in Nolan wants to accept my music, or... it cannot be called music at all."

"Then let them accept it." Joshuai responded to Hom's hoarse accusation, just with a very plain sentence.

"Sir, don't you understand it! The people of Nolan cannot understand my music at all."

"Then let them understand." Qiao Xiu responded to Home in a very plain manner.

But in Hom's opinion, Joe Xiu's response was completely unaware of his difficult situation at this time. When Hom was about to say something to refute Joe Xiu, Joe Xiu suddenly stood up and grabbed Hom's collar.

"Listen, boy... I know what you want to express, that is, your music is not popular in Nolan at all. The people of Nolan or the people of this world are only interested in opera! But this is not the reason for you to give up." Qiao Xiu held the hand of the collar and lifted him up directly, forcing Home to stare at Qiao Xiu's dark pupils.

"But human taste is not constant. What a real musician should do is not follow the trend, but create the trend by himself! Do I understand what I said?"

Hom was a little suffocated at this time. In order to make Qiao Xiu let go, he could only nod and Qiao Xiu also let go of the hand that grabbed his collar.

"But...but sir, I don't think...I can do it."

Hom's self-confidence had long been destroyed on the stage of the last game. He was already performing very hard. He could swear that it was the best singing in his life.

But what I got in the end was the booing of the audience and the countless voices calling him to step down.

"You really can't do it now, but it doesn't mean you can't do it in the future. You just need a little bit of inspiration."

Qiao Xiu took out three sheets of paper and placed them on the table. Hom saw the slit on the white paper... and the lyrics written on it.

"If those people don't know how to appreciate your music, let them understand how great this kind of music is! The author of this song is one of the people I admire. His past situation is a bit like you." Joshu pushed these three lyrics directly into Holme's face. "But it's not easy for you to interpret this song perfectly. Holme, I only give you this opportunity, and you only have this opportunity, either continue to be a mouse in the sewer of Squirrel Street, or... let the entire Nolan listener remember your name."

Hom listened quietly to Qiao Xiu's words, he seemed a little at a loss, and the two emotions of excitement and panic were constantly intertwined in his heart. When Hom nervously picked up three pieces of letter paper, Hom clearly saw the name of the song "lose youelf" on the first piece of letter paper
Chapter completed!