After finishing the song, as Zhou Jing put down the microphone, the room was covered with thunderous applause that refused to stop.
"Champion!"
"Champion!"
"Champion!"
Zou Wenying was the first to shout, followed by the girls, who called out with starry eyes.
The men were quite helpless. Compared to Zhou Jing's powerful high notes, they preferred Bi Fang's delicate performance, but the atmosphere was contagious, and no one dared to speak up for Bi Fang.
Without a doubt, the championship crown rested on Zhou Jing's head.
With honor won, Zhou Jing wore a slight smile of pride, "Thank you all for your support."
Zou Wenying was also very happy, but her eyes glanced over to Qin Hao, who was still eating, and she laughed, "That's not right, we still have someone who hasn't sung yet."
Everyone followed her gaze to Qin Hao, all with speechless faces.
Him? What song could this famished-looking guy sing?
