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Chapter 201 Rap? Is This Guy Crazy?



Chapter 201 Rap? Is This Guy Crazy?

When the audience heard this sentence, there was an uproar. Although "Neal" did not pronounce Chen Feng's name, he was the only Chinese singer in the audience, and the answer was almost obvious.

Even Chen Feng himself was already sure that he had won the Best Newcomer, and the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up slightly.

Neil's eyes swept across the audience and continued: "Yes, I believe everyone has guessed the answer. The winner of this year's Grammy Award for Best New Artist is none other than the Chinese singer Chen Feng mentioned by Taylor Swift just now. "

When the results were announced, a close-up of Chen Feng appeared on the big screen again, with a slight smile on his face, looking very calm and confident.

"Wow, that Chinese guy really won the Best Newcomer Award."

"This guy's expression is very calm."

"Damn it, it seems like this is the first time that an Asian won the Best Newcomer Award?"

"This is indeed the first time. He has broken the record."

"Forget it, I won the goddess Taylor Swift, and now I have won the Best Newcomer Award. I'm so angry."

"..."

Under the jealous gaze of netizens, Chen Feng stood up from the audience and walked to the stage step by step, preparing to win his own glory.

When he walked onto the stage, Neil looked at the Chinese man in front of him and said with a smile: "Congratulations on winning the Best New Artist Award, and also breaking Grammy history. Is there anything you want to say about this? "

Chen Feng thought for a moment and said in fluent English: "I am honored to win this award. I am also very grateful to you Grammy for awarding this award to me. I will try my best to create more classic songs in the future. Let everyone see the charm of Chinese singers."

"Okay, I hope you continue to work hard." Neil said a few symbolic polite words, and then handed over the trophy in his hand.

Chen Feng took the trophy that belonged to him and held it high above his head. At this moment, he was the most dazzling star in the audience.

"As usual, each winning singer has to sing a song. Are you ready?"

Hearing Neil's reminder, Chen Feng nodded and said: "Ready", then handed a USB flash drive to the staff, and said loudly to the audience: "A rap song, lose yourself for everyone."

"Rap song?" After hearing these four words, the audience immediately became uneasy. They were all thinking, is this Chinese singer crazy?

In the live broadcast room, netizens from various countries around the world also questioned the comment on the barrage.

"Oh, My God!, is this guy showing off?"

"Playing rap in Europe and the United States? Who gave him the courage?"

"I was originally looking forward to what kind of songs he would bring, rap? Let's forget it."

"Did the Best Newcomer Award just go away?"

"..."

At the same time, the singers sitting in the first row looked at Chen Feng with clown-like eyes, as if they were laughing at his overestimation, except for Taylor Swift, who had a trace of worry in her eyes.

Under the mocking eyes of these people, a burst of heavy metal accompaniment sounded on the stage. Chen Feng calmly raised the microphone and sang along with the rhythm.

"Look"

(look)

“if you have one shot, or one opportunity”

(If you have once, one chance.)

“To seize everything you ever wanted…In one moment”

(To accomplish everything you have ever dreamed of having...right now)

"Would you capture it or just let it slip?"

(Do you catch it or just let it slip away?)

"..."

"Huh?", the simple opening remarks made the audience's expressions brighten up. It seemed to sound good?

On the stage, Chen Feng was not affected by the audience at all and kept waving his palms.

"His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy."

(His palms are sweating, his knees are weak, and his arms are heavy)

"There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti."

(Mom’s spaghetti has been spat on his sweater)

"He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs,"

(He was nervous, but on the outside he seemed calm and ready to blow up the crowd.)

"..."

As soon as the so-called expert opened his mouth, he knew whether it was true or not. Almost all the singers who were still laughing at Chen Feng put away their arrogance and began to listen to this rap song seriously.

“but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down,”

(But he keeps forgetting what he wrote,)

“the whole crowd goes so loud”

(The whole crowd booed and booed so loudly.)

"He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out"

(He opens his mouth, but no words come out.)

“He’s choking how, everyone’s joking now”

(He choked, and everyone laughed at him,)

"..."

When singing this point, Chen Feng pointed at the singers in the first row, as if in response to the mockery just now.

"Ho~ho", his move instantly set off the whole audience, and countless audiences roared ear-splittingly, as if to express their love for this song.

Taylor Swift looked at the familiar figure excitedly. The worry in her eyes had long been replaced by countless little stars. There was no doubt that she had become Chen Feng's most loyal fangirl.

On the other side, the barrage in the live broadcast room no longer had sarcastic voices, and was almost entirely filled with appreciation.

"What the fuck, this guy is so handsome."

"I take back my rudeness, this song is so fucking cool."

"It turns out that Asian rap is so good."

"From now on, I'm a fan of his."

"Haha, this kid is so crazy. Aren't these lyrics a slap in the face?"

"Chen Feng, I remember this name and this singer from China."


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