Sweet Nothings

There are many people in the public jury who are fans of a certain player. They like Yan Qing most, and each has their own support, but no one like him, so acted with such fanfare and for granted.

The two girls were stunned by him and wanted to remind the court not to bring too many lights. However, when they came into contact with the man's too sharp eyes, he suffocated the words back.

At a glance, he knew that he was not someone they could afford.

No wonder since the beginning, I have heard people in the team whispering excitedly, it turns out that there are such fairy characters, he stood casually, squinting at him, looking at him back and forth.

The girls are eager to try to talk to each other, the boys' faces are generally not very good, and some of them who also brought Yan Qing's slogan are hiding away, fearing that the camera will be overwhelming for comparison.

... Suddenly ineligible to be a fairy fan.

Huo Yunshen narrowed his eyes in the crowd, enduring his emotions and controlling himself not to stop the show again.

Before he came, he did a long period of psychological construction and tried to accept Qingqing's future work model. She would have many stages and be chased by more and more people. In the future, she might also be exposed to film and television. There are countless opponents and actors...

In the past, when she had her, who looked at her more often, he was still facing the enemy, afraid of her being robbed.Her attention was slightly distracted, and she was more intimate to others, as he was tortured.

He was always afraid, that Qingqing would leave, that he would not be valued by Qingqing, that she would no longer belong to herself.

By now, all fears have become true.

Now so many people around me are eyeing her with blatant covetousness. The violence in his chest is hidden, and the only thing that can be resolved is that it is more prominent than them.

Huo Yun's dark-colored eyelashes were pressed down, and the corners of his lips were squeezed, holding the light card tightly.

When he comes in later, he will hang this in the most conspicuous place and let Qing Qing see it at a glance. She doesn't care if she recognizes him. As long as there is this, she knows that she is supported and should be less nervous.

In the player's rest area in the backstage, Yan Qing led the team members to an unattended dressing room and changed the costumes.

She changed it the latest, and as soon as she came out she was dumbfounded.

Ouyang Bi thumbs up: "Qing Baomei soared to the spot."

She found a long coat to wrap Yan Qing, raised her eyebrows and said, "Hide it first, let others not see it, when we take the stage, we will shock their family."

This time the process is different from the past. The seats recorded in front of the stage are for the instructor and the public jury to create the effect of a small concert. The players stay in the special preparation area in the background, real-time video shooting, according to the original The ranking order determined in the nine captain games is performed in turn.

At the end of each performance, the public jury voted for each player on the spot, but the results were temporarily kept secret.

In addition, the production of the second episode of the main program was launched today, and the online voting channel of the players was opened. According to the personal performance of the second episode, it was accepted by netizens.

After all nine groups have completed their performances, the online voting channel will be closed synchronously, and the instructors will announce the results given by the public jury, as well as the number of online votes per person. The two cars are combined, with the former accounting for 70 and the latter accounting for 3 Ten, to decide the ranking of this knockout and to stay.

Yan Qing wore a coat and walked with the team members to the player preparation area. Before he could enter the door, he heard the sound of one after another.

"Did you see that just now? The handsome bombed!"

"Is it actually a male fan? The quality is so high? Wouldn't it be specially requested by the show crew?"

"I don't look like a fake, who would bring so many aids, the diehard fans are almost the same, the camera doesn't say to shoot for a while, and I can't see who the name is on his head."

Yan Qing took a breath and stepped into the shooting range of the camera. After a quiet moment in the preparation area, several eyes fell on them.

In front of the camera, everyone showed a very friendly and enthusiastic attitude, but the eyebrows of the eyes could not be concealed.

Someone said quietly, "Why are you wearing coats one by one, and what kind of costumes do you buy at your own expense?

Yan Qing didn't pay attention, but gradually understood the topic they talked about before.

There is a large HD screen in front of the preparation area, which is playing the preparation of the stage. Just now the photographer cut a figure of a male fan, holding a giant lamp and wearing a pink hairpin. Although the face is blocked, it can be determined only by the outline. It's a superb fairy.

It's a pity that it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ouyang put his hands around his chest: "Qingbao, is it your male fan?"

Yan Qing laughed: "How is it possible."

The show only aired for a period. Even if she had the status of kapok, she was only a net red singer who had never shown her face before. Where would it be worth fighting for? A boy, a light card and a card issuer.

There are several players who have made their debut in the past. They have a large fan base. It should be theirs.

Yan Qing quietly clenched his hands, holding back the uneasiness.

She was fully prepared for the first performance on stage, and she would still feel uneasy when she arrived at the scene.

The recording soon began, and the first group took the lead. The captain of this group made two satires and satirized Yan Qing. He was sure to win the S position. Before going out, he deliberately turned around in front of the camera. Ming Huang shook Yan Qing.

The players in the preparation zone immediately coaxed.

Yan Qing smiled at her, her lips were cherry red, and her eyes were like meniscuses.

Some inherent advantages cannot be matched.

The rhythm of the program recording is compact, and Yan Qing’s attention is easily attracted. She also expects the director to scan the picture of the male fan, curious who is so popular.

Nearly two hours later, only the last group remained in the performance.

The scene of the stage was played on the big screen. The word "Flying Bird" had been typed out in advance. The staff came over and signaled that they should play.

Yan Qing was surrounded by the sight of the house.

She stood up neatly, taking her coat off in full view.

The girls couldn't help but sigh and looked intently.

Yan Qing led the team down the steps from the end of the row. The loose black hair spread over the thin porcelain white shoulders. The thin sling was pendant with white hair feathers, fitting her beautifully shaped butterfly bone, like two young wings. .

She was held in the center by flawless feathers, and the skirt swayed and fluttered as she walked.

She doesn't even need to open her mouth to sing. She has already incorporated herself into the song and asked "Flying Bird" a beautiful way.

The song she wrote, the song she sang, and now she has become part of the song herself.

"...The face value is high."

"Well... I don't know what the performance will be like, after all, there are so many people in a group, half of them are in class."

On stage, the lights dimmed.

Huo Yunshen’s eyebrows finally unfolded. He took off the earplugs, stood up among the surging crowd, replaced the giant lights hanging on the railings with new batteries, reopened them, and struck the audience.

The content of the lantern is a straightforward and easy-to-understand sentence after he spent time studying the fandom culture.

Including these ways of chasing the stars, he is going to learn online.

I used to sneer, but now it's a textbook.

Huo Yunshen did not take off his hat, afraid that Qing Qing would reject him for being high-profile, but was only very subtle, and adjusted the pink hairpin above his head to the maximum brightness, shining.

He hanged five arms in a string, and raised the curtain over his head like a curtain.

Yan Qing stood at the entrance of the stage, his heart beating wildly, and his palm was cold.

After the countdown, she led the group to the stage.

The lights and tide-like vocals rolled up all over the place, which was her completely unfamiliar environment and challenge.

Yan Qing's chest oscillated and her footsteps took a slight pause. The tension in front of the audience rose again.

At this moment, the world seems to be alone.

Yan Qing took a deep breath and tried her best to adjust, she could never lose.

She suppressed her emotions, and when she was about to order herself to quit, her eyes snapped a pink light.

Among the black crowds, they are particularly conspicuous.

Yan Qing stunned, staring at the large, clear sign on the distance between the distance: "Qing Bao, I am here."

She shook her hand holding the microphone.

The light card went up, and the man's upper body was blocked by the raised hand, and only the hairpin with a dazzling head was showing her name.

His waist is narrow, his arms are long and slender, his hands are cold white, and his hat is dark.

Yan Qing's eyes suddenly flooded with wetness.

She thought she was blocking it, wouldn't she recognize who he was...

Huo Yunshen didn't hear Qing Qing open his mouth, he couldn't help but put his hand down, and the eyes under the brim looked straight past, colliding with Yan Qing's line of sight in the crowd.

The bird in his cage, like his treasure, wants to spread its wings in front of him.

Yan Qing's long eyelashes hung thin water.

The male fan who made the backstage players scream, she thought it belonged to someone else.

What he said "can't wait to see you at home" was to run to the scene and use the most silly and direct way to illuminate her strange path for her.

Yan Qing's heart throbbed for a few days, and she was extremely stable. With someone sitting in the town, those tensions were swept away. She smiled at the shooting lens, her eyes overflowed with bright light spots, and she was in a very state. Jiadi said aloud: "I am Qingqing and will lead all the members of the ninth group to perform "Flying Birds."

Yan Qing's name hung three hot searches tonight.

In the show, she was first disclosed by Yun Ling during the whole process, and even more people familiar with the matter confessed that the Yun Ling team prepared a draft in advance, and wanted to speculate that Qing Qing looks like her. It is news of her imitation. Slap it hard.

The behavior is not good, and the appearance is only the three points of Yan Qing, which is insulting.

Next is a highlight shot at the end of the show. Yan Qing is wearing a cute clothes, kneeling on the small bed and praying sincerely for her girlhood photos. The program team is equipped with huge fonts: "Want to see the next show early? Worship Yourself."

This picture and ## were quickly broken, and various expressions appeared in an endless stream. By the way, all the cosmetics and black materials were cleared. When I was a teenager, people were so beautiful.

The last is a candid picture of the recording scene.

Yan Qing stood in the middle of the stage, the warm white light hitting from above, reflecting that her entire portrait was translucent, and the layered hairy feathers stood against her, so light and light that it didn't look like a real person.

The performance of the knockout competition was also madly passed by the major marketing numbers. Yan Qing took the lead with a big advantage, sat firmly in the S, and all the staff stayed in the ranks, all of them were promoted, and no one left.

The combination that was originally the least favored received the best evaluation, but the process was under strict confidentiality, which created enough momentum for the next week's broadcast.

Miss S. Yan, the whole network is really red this night.

Yan Qing was hugged back to the background, screaming all over her ears.

She couldn't stop looking for the pink light, but she was covered by the chaotic crowd and could not see it.

Yan Qing's heart could not be stabilized at all, and she didn't care about her grades. She just wanted to meet with President Huo, but she couldn't figure out what to say specifically.

Very simple, just want to see him...

"Why are you so absent-minded, are you too excited? Let's go quickly, the feast is over there!"

Old Yan Qing felt that President Huo was nearby, but did not dare to be too blatant and looked around cautiously. When passing the corridor of the dressing room, there was a shadow in her afterglow.

Her breathing accelerated slightly and said to Ouyang: "You go first, I... my eyes are a little uncomfortable, handle it."

When the group members left, the surroundings became quiet, and Yan Qing quickly turned back to look for it, but no one was empty. She thought that she was wrong, and she discarded the little loss that should not be in her heart, and bowed her head to celebrate the feast. Go to the hall.

At the door of a lounge not far away, He Meijin stared at the warm cup in his hand, looked at Yan Qing who was approaching, tightened his fingers, and walked towards her.

Yan Qing was walking against the wall, walking very slowly, and his wrist was caught off guard by someone. With a little force, he was pulled behind a tall screen.

Yan Qing raised her head in a panic and fell into Huo Yun's hot eyes.

The screen covered this corner.

He grabbed her hand, covered his breath, and said to her in a dumb voice: "Qingbao, I'm here."