The system asks me to pick up trash

Xiao Yi bought tickets and made it to the first row, and the concert started.

After a while, the man and woman who bought the reduced price tickets entered the scene.

He happened to sit next to Xiao Yi.

I just walked into the dark auditorium of the concert, and my eyes have not yet adapted to the darkness here.

The man anxiously asked his neighbor:

"How many songs have you sung?"

Xiao Yi replied: "Little love song, the happiness we talked about, we have finished singing."

When the woman heard this, she stomped her feet in regret:

"I just love to listen to their little love songs. Unfortunately, if I didn't hear it, I blame you."

The man hurriedly comforted her: "Honey, I will definitely bring more money next time. Let's watch from beginning to end, and you won't miss a single song."

After they calmed down and sat down, the popular teenager trio sang two more songs one after another.

Unexpectedly, when singing the third song, Yi Qianxi suddenly felt uncomfortable, shook twice, and fell to the ground.

The remaining Wang Xing and Wang Mao hurriedly called for someone from the backstage to carry him down.

Both Wang Xing and Wang Mao want to be with their friends, they don't want to continue singing, and they want the organizer to leave.

But the audience paid money to buy tickets to come in. After watching for a while, the show was about to end. How could they be willing.

The audience left their seats, shouted loudly, and almost rushed to the front, knocking down the stage that had been built.

The organizers had no choice but to come out and implore everyone:
"Everyone be quiet, if anyone among you can replace Yi Qianxi to complete the following concert, the concert will continue."

If there is no one who dares to perform on stage, it will have to end. "

The noisy people all fell silent.

You look at me and I look at you, but I don't know who can replace Yi Qianxi to finish the rest of the song.

At this time, the mechatronic voice in Xiao Yi's mind made a sound.

"Host, your little trumpet is an artifact. It can sense the rhythm of the melody and help you show off your wonderful singing voice."

Xiao Yi said to the system in his mind:

"Don't be kidding, I've never sung before, how can a broken trumpet turn me into a singer?"

"Why don't you call it an artifact? It's just because it's magical. You can try it." The system said again.

"it is good."

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, there is nothing I am afraid of, if you can show off your singing voice and sing a beautiful melody, why not try it.

Singing a beautiful melody is also a very beautiful thing.

So Xiao Yi stood on the stool and shouted loudly:
"I'll join their trio!"

All the lights shot towards Xiao Yi, illuminating Xiao Yi's red face very eye-catchingly because of his excitement.

"He's the one picking up trash on the street." The young man in the couple was the first to exclaim.

"But I can sing." Xiao Yi said confidently.

"Impossible? How could a trash picker be able to sing?"

"If he sings at the top of his lungs, we won't buy it."

"If he opens his mouth and makes us vomit, we still insist on refunding the money."

The organizer was worried and asked Xiao Yi:
"Brother, do you have those skills? If you can't sing well, don't ask someone to beat you with a bottle."

"Look at you, since I have won the porcelain job, I have diamonds." Don't look at Xiao Yi's self-confidence, but he is not sure about himself.

I was bewitched by the broken system.

As for the quality of singing, it all depends on the performance on the spot.

Anyway, the garbage collection system says to use a small copper horn, even if the voice is broken, it can turn him into a natural voice.