Superstar starts from the Film and Television Academy

It's not right that Zhong Li Ting, who was holding the Best Female Singer trophy on stage for a while, turned ugly, right? She's the one who's supposed to be the focus of the camera, so how come a little girl, plus a yellow-haired kid stole the show?

Chapter 101 - Couldn't have been drinking a fake bar?

"Haha, the little fairy is really ........ love to hate, not acting at all, heartbroken for a second for that guy next to her."

"Too interesting, didn't think all award ceremonies were equally boring, worthy of Yang Kexin, this is clearly expressing dissatisfaction with the organizers - I'm not happy, just ask if you're afraid."

Yang Kexin looked bitter, "It's over, Sister Ru will definitely kill me?" Acting as if I've been wronged by the heavens.

The corner of Han Fei's mouth twitched, Hey, in the end, I'm the victim, right?

After three minutes of emergency help from the host, the audience focused their attention on Zhong Li Ting.

To be honest, Zhong Li Ting's popularity with Yang Kexin is far from the same, but he is a senior in the music industry, in the 1990s had a record, the generation must be crushed Yang Kexin, so this award to her is not too surprising, the domestic awards ceremony this kind of situation almost formed a tacit understanding.

Zhong Li Ting first thanked the fans, the organizers ........ A large circle down, suddenly emerged: "I think the biggest problem in the current Chinese music scene is too impetuous, some young singers do not sink their hearts into making music, like to whole some crooked things, claptrap ........"

The entire award ceremony scene "buzzed" and it was chaos, and the fools all knew who Zhong Li Ting was talking about, so almost all eyes fell on Yang Kexin.

"Fuck, there's big news, is this a hand tearing of Yang Kexin?"

"It's been a damned exciting night!"

The reporters flashing lights up a large area, they are excited ah, now is the culture industry winter, the stars are not easy, the media reporters are even sadder, tonight such a succession of explosions, how can not be excited? This was much more exciting than whoever won the award.

Yang Kexin's face changed slightly, but she quickly regained her equanimity, and instead winked at Han Fei with a charming look, "Oh my, look at how people are hitting on me, and you're still not helping me? Hurry up and give me ten or eight golden songs, I want to kill her."

Han Fei didn't have the good fortune to roll his eyes, well, you're really rude, and ten eight golden songs, do you really think golden songs are cabbage from the market? This is called a non-renewable resource understand, but this Zhong Li Ting is indeed annoying enough, obviously long overdue and still acting like "I'm a senior, I'm going to teach you how to behave".

"Just one song, I'll give it to you later." Han Fei saw that Yang Kexin still wanted to bargain, and didn't have the good sense to say, "Don't pull it down."

Yang Kexin hurriedly pampered: "OK~~, really, cheapskate drink cold water."

Zhong Li Ting finished scolding the mood is also comfortable, in the last paragraph of the sentiment, she again thanked the fans, and said that she will soon have a single to release, the lyricist is also the circle in the last few years skyrocketed very fast "gold".

"Hmph, this time it's you who's asking for death, see how I dislike you!" Yang Kexin showed off his trademark little tiger teeth after listening to the song.

Han Fei, on the other hand, was invited by the organizers to go backstage, and Hua Yan secured an opportunity for him to perform on stage, singing a track that was naturally the recently popular [World No. 1, etc.].

When he arrived backstage, Han Fei changed out of his tuxedo and then put on a very casual body shirt and oxford pants, and suddenly felt like his entire body had come to life.

"Teacher Han, is there anything else you need?" The backstage staff didn't know how to address this one, so they could only call out "teacher" against their will.

Han Fei was tuning the guitar and tried it, and it was quite smooth, "Well, how about you help me prepare a fan, the high-powered kind, to blow at me."

"Uh ......." The staff looked dumbfounded, they hadn't really heard of any celebrity performing on stage that had to prepare a fan.

After presenting the Best Male Singer award, it was finally Han Fei's turn to take the stage.

An audience member immediately recognized him.

"Hey, isn't this product the youngster who was sitting with Yang Kexin before?"

"Who's this guy? How come you don't remember anything? Did the organizers put this in again? Never mind, I'd better go pee first, the award will be for best songwriter later."

But just as many audience members were about to leave their positions, a very catchy melody sounded from the stage, and the combination of rock + lute was suddenly a sight to behold.

And Han Fei also added a little bit of electric guitar solo midway through, although most people didn't quite understand it, but it didn't stop them from shouting "fuck" in their mouths, and their asses couldn't leave their seats anymore.

The first time I was on stage, I was playing guitar and singing.

"The chickens return to the wine can garnish the silver, spill the bar pot of Xima come to Ding.

Great white total melon steel tight, wow seiseì gaddi certain,"

Soon the scene was driven by this magical music, the entire award ceremony scene instantly turned into a teaching classroom for learning the Minnan language, all kinds of standard, non-standard, completely Hu Zou Minnan language began to ring throughout the venue.

Slowly, some people stood up and danced along with the music, even some singers were not exempt from the vulgarity, as if Yang Thirty-two Lang said, in fact, the real music makers, must be sensual.

Yang Kexin didn't hesitate to stand up and begin her limbless dance, which was really not bad with the music.

Only in a faraway corner, Sister Ru was gritting her teeth at all this, and was calculating: "Dead girl, you wait for me, I'll make you look good when I go back!"

Singing, dancing and playing is a big drain on any singer, and Han Fei was no exception. Soon his forehead began to sweat, and the high-powered electric fan was very obvious, not only blowing away the sweat beads, but also making Han Fei's short black hair look particularly elegant during the performance.

"Stacked ah A red hard, chicken drag tiū beach show years west.

I'm sick, and I'm in trouble.

"A thousand clear can't turn away a good shadow."

After Han Fei sang the last line of the lyrics and swept the last chord, the audience immediately burst into huge cheers.

"Who the hell is this guy? It's great, he danced and sang and played the whole time, and his breath isn't messed up, he shouldn't be a nobody."

"Yeah oh, why do I feel like he sang even better than those previous award-winning singers?"

Just as Han Fei was about to return to the backlot, the host stopped him, "Don't rush off, you have your work to do later anyway, so why don't you stay down?"

Han Fei subconsciously swept a glance at the direction where Le Jianming was, thinking: this product can ah, PR is very good.

In fact, this was a stunt arranged by the organizers to see that his performance was too sensational.

As expected, the audience was wondering, not allowed to leave the stage after the performance? Is there going to be a comeback later?

But soon the audience and reporters realized that they had been tricked by the organizers, and when the host announced the best lyricist, a strange name appeared - Han Fei.

And while everyone was looking for this stranger all over the arena, all the cameras were focused on the young man who was just performing hard on the stage.

"This live guide isn't drinking fake wine? What's the camera doing on him?"

Chapter 102 - I'm back again.

"Congratulations, you've got the 21st Hua Song List Best Lyricist Award for your winning entry - I'm a Little Bird!"

As the host handed over the trophy to Han Fei, the whole scene exploded, the best lyricist was not as impressive as the best male and female singer, but for the whole music world, this award was much more important than "them".

"Who is he?"

"I need all the information I can get on him."

Almost within a minute, all the major music companies were targeting Han Fei, and in their eyes, this young man was no longer a mere lyricist, but a golden chicken capable of constantly laying golden eggs.

And to no one's surprise, the host, who had just received the trophy before Han Fei had a chance to react, made another trick, "Does anyone want to know how old is this person standing next to me this year, 20?22?24?"

"22."

"22 is going crazy, right? It must be at least 24, right? But this guy is real young-looking."