Josiah sat in the judge's seat, staring at the projection screen behind Holmes.
The number of votes started from 242, which was a pitiful number, and gradually increased.
During this period, Josiah also browsed the spellcaster forum for news about Holmes. In the end, he concluded that the 240 votes came from the lowest rung of Squirrel Street, or rather, those who had experienced the lowest social life in Noland.
With sympathy in their hearts, they gave their votes to Holmes instead of Roja who was wearing a bright suit.
There were one or two posts on the spellcaster forum expressing sympathy for the poor lad, but it also caused the number of votes to rise to more than a thousand, which was still a pretty good number.
However, the sympathy lasted until Holmes lost control of himself on the stage and acted rudely.
Such a rude act on stage not only made some of the audience nauseated, but also caused great disgust among them.
There was even a spellcaster forum user who said, "If this lad from Squirrel Street ends his performance like this, he'll be the first contestant to perform" vomit "in the world's Opera Competition."
However, Holmes' next performance was like a hard shoulder throw to the person who made fun of him and the group of people who agreed with him.
He stood up again and began to sing his own song, "Lose Yourself", to the accompaniment of the music.
The effect of the performance surprised even Josiah. It was as if the original author, Eminem, had personally come to the scene.
Holmes's performance this time was not to please the audience, but to vent. It was as if he wanted to grab the collar of those who doubted him, or the once powerless version of himself.
Whatever the case may be, his murderous and oppressive ramblings silenced all the doubting audience members. Even the well-dressed aristocratic opera singer who stood beside him stared at the shabby boy with the word 'shocked' throughout the entire process.
Just as he began to sing the first part of the chorus, the number of votes behind him completely began to increase explosively. This increase continued until the end of his performance.
"Only 19,000 votes in the end?"
Josiah stared at the slowly increasing number of votes on the screen behind Holmes. This number of votes was much less than that of the young opera singer.
"His song is much more interesting than that guy's' The Woods of Nosmo '. If the Phoenix Plume Troupe's Opera House wasn't the first to perform, he would have gotten more support." Carolee was the first to express her dissatisfaction with Holmes's final tally.
"That's because you grew up listening to operas, Miss Carolee. That's why you find operas boring."
Josiah had to admit that Holmes's performance just now was excellent. As a layman, Josiah could not find any fault with it at all. A very superficial comment would be, "I felt my blood heating up after listening to it."
"It is indeed as you said, Mr. Josiah." Caroline was a little unhappy as she propped her chin up with her hand. Her burgundy eyes were fixed on the screen behind her.
"This is my forty-seventh time listening to 'The Woods of Nosmo'. I've heard quite a few of Falosi's best opera singers sing this famous song, and I'm already yawning just from the first part of the song. The young man on stage is nowhere near as good as they are."
Josiah listened to Carolee's complaints in silence. He was glad that he had the Daytime Banshees turn the camera to the stage. Otherwise, if the audience heard Miss Carolee's complaints, who knew how many of them would have their image of the 'dignified black swan goddess' shattered.
However, Carolee's image in real life was becoming more and more different from how it was in the movies. After coming to Noland and coming into contact with Minecraft, she seemed to be developing into a terrifying creature known as an 'otaku'.
She really needed Mrs. Sizer to teach her a lesson.
"But not everyone in Noland can accept new music like you, Carolee."
Josiah listened to the song 'Lose · Yourself' that was nearing its end. No matter how good Holmes's performance was, there were still many people in Noland who couldn't appreciate this' special music '.
The form of rap music was too advanced in the era of the Magic Revolution, where opera was still the most popular.
"But from the posts on the spellcaster forums, many people liked his performance, and many wanted him to sing it again," said Carolee.
"It takes time for the people to accept a trend." Josiah recalled the rough times he had in the online games back on Earth, and said, "Holmes already has around twenty thousand people who approve of him. That's enough."
"Ugh … he's still a bit short. I'm not satisfied. That opera singer's performance of 'The Woods of Nosmo' wasn't good at all."
Carolee slightly puffed up her cheeks. Compared to the black swan who grew up under the influence of Falosi's top musicians, that young opera singer's performance wasn't that good.
But most of the audience couldn't tell.
"It's fine. There's still voting time, and Holmes still has a chance to get more votes. It all depends on whether that opera singer named Roja is willing to cooperate," said Josiah.
"There's still a chance?" Carolee looked at the stage.
At that moment, Holmes finished singing the last word on the stage. The accompaniment music gradually stopped, and the increase in votes behind him gradually stabilized. The original increase of five to six hundred votes per second was reduced to a few dozen votes per second.
Roja, who had been standing by the side, held his breath as he watched Holmes's performance.
The reason he held his breath wasn't just because this poor person suddenly shouted all sorts of strange words …
At first, Roja thought that he lost his mind and went crazy. But in the end, Roja gradually found out that this performance was what he called 'Rap'.
Roja studied in the Falosi's Art Academy since he was a child, so he would never admit that this kind of performance was' Music '.
He stubbornly believed that the people of Noland had the same opinion as him.
This pauper's performance was just meaningless nonsense!
But the number of votes behind him made Roja realize that not all the people of Noland thought so. But at the same time, Roja felt a little panic.
His parents were watching this match. If Roja lost to this poor person in the first semi-final, then his reputation and status would be completely destroyed. And when he returned to Falosi, he would inevitably be labeled as a disgrace.
Damn! Why are there people who like this kind of nonsense!
Roja stared at the steadily rising number of votes. From twenty thousand to twenty one thousand.
The rising number of votes made Roja very nervous.
At this time, the music was over. Holmes put down the crystal and looked at the silent audience. Then he looked at Roja who was standing next to him.
Roja noticed Holmes eyes. Because of the nervousness and panic in his heart, he felt a trace of oppression from Holmes body. He couldn't help but take a step back …
Realizing that he was afraid of this poor person, Roja lost some control.
"Don't think that your nonsense in the slums can surpass me!" Roja couldn't restrain his anger and whispered to Holmes. "How can this vulgar thing compare to the Falosi's Opera!"
However Roja lowered his voice and said this sentence. The number of votes behind Holmes suddenly soared from twenty one thousand to twenty four thousand. That was more than a thousand votes ahead of the young Opera singer.
"How is this possible! What did you do! " Roja looked at the number of votes behind Holmes. Holmes face was a little shocked. He originally thought that after the performance he would be eliminated. But now he unexpectedly advanced.
He seemed to rely on his music to beat the people who were listening to the opera. Even if he relied on his work and theft, he wouldn't be able to afford the ticket.
Holmes subconsciously looked at Josiah. Carolee saw the sudden rise in the number of tickets and curiously looked at Josiah.
"Mr. Josiah, what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything." Josiah spread his hands to show his innocence. But his eyes were looking at the young Opera singer who was out of control.
Perhaps he couldn't see it, but with Josiah's vision, he could clearly see the two girls circling around him.
"I just recorded a 'close-up' of what Mr. Roja just said. I didn't expect him to have the qualifications to play that kind of villain. That is … a landlord who was overthrown by the peasants." Josh said.
"Landlord?"
Carolee could understand what Josiah meant when he said the peasants. But the whole sentence was difficult to understand.
"In short, most of the audience in Noland are ordinary people. Ordinary people like to overthrow the local nobles. Don't they like to fight the local tyrants?"
When Josiah said this he deliberately lowered his tone. If it was heard by someone it would develop into a big problem.
"But … Mr. Josh, I'm also a noble." As the daughter of a duke, Caroline belonged to the side of the tycoons who had been defeated.
"This is just a metaphor. But I have to admit that many commoners like to see the nobles suffer."
Josiah took care of Carolee's mood and tried to use the most appropriate rhetoric.
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