I Rely on Cultivating Immortals To Spread All Over the World

Nanyue looked relaxed, fixedly looked in one direction, and then showed a strange smile.

Extremely pure and beautiful, yet somewhat enchanting.

"I enjoyed the stage very much, thank you."

After she finished speaking, she bent over and bowed.

Immediately, she got up, waved her hand slightly towards the auditorium, lifted the hem of her skirt, and walked lightly towards the backstage.

The host was still thinking about her smile, and stayed for a few seconds before quickly putting on a smile and moving on to the next process.

Nan Yue walked along the long passage, and after half an hour, he saw someone walking towards him with a somewhat haughty attitude.

The two gradually approached, and when they were about to pass by each other, Nan Yue smiled playfully: "Miss, can't afford to lose?"

"You..." Ni Jiaming frowned immediately, and when he looked at Nanyue, he quickly opened up again, and said coldly, "What are you talking about?"

Nan Yue stretched out his hand to her, seeing her avoiding subconsciously, his smile deepened, and he patted her on the shoulder anyway.

"Thank you for your hard work. It took so much time and effort to make my wish come true."

Ni Jiaming's expression turned ugly: "Are you crazy?"

Nan Yue shrugged: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern. However, you may not be well."

Before Ni Jiaming could reply, Nan Yue kept smiling and continued walking backstage.

Ni Jiaming bit her lip, but finally endured it, and walked forward while calming down, so as not to affect the state of the performance later.

In Ni Jiaming's view, even Nanyue's provocation was futile.

Unlike Nanyue, she came from a small city and went to a third-rate art school, so she felt that she could stand out in the draft.

For a person who has been sent to dance lessons since he was three years old, the stage is still too small.

As long as there is no force majeure, any external influence will not be enough to make her lose in the performance.

After getting on the stage, according to the arrangement during the rehearsal, she sang a paragraph first, and then welcomed her supporting singer——Jiang Xulin.

Hearing the warmer applause and screams from the auditorium than before, Ni Jiaming smiled slightly.

She had to admit that South Vietnam was really lucky before.

But now, she is ten times better than Nanyue in terms of strength and luck.

Everything will be back on the right track. Those who should debut are only natural, and those who should be eliminated should only leave sadly.

The more Ni Jiaming thought about it, the more confident she became. She felt that she was at her best at the moment.

When I met Jiang Xulin's slightly strange eyes, my heart skipped a beat for no reason, as if I had overlooked something.

On the other side, the eight people watching around the TV screen in the background had different expressions, some were shocked or surprised, or they were desperately hiding their joy.

After Xu Nuo came to his senses, he subconsciously looked at Nan Yue: "Is it you? Did you tamper with the microphone?"

Before Nanyue could answer, Yuan Xiaofu retorted first: "There was still sound just now, you mean, Nanyue can also remotely control this microphone, so that it can cause problems at a fixed time?"

"This..." Xu Nuo wanted to say something more, but was pulled down by the person next to him, motioning her to look at the screen.

On the screen, Jiang Xulin was clever and exchanged microphones with Ni Jiaming.

It happened to be the male part, Jiang Xulin sang, but the microphone was safe and sound, the sound quality was still very good, there was no problem at all.

But when it was Ni Jiaming's turn again, it turned into a silent drama again, with no sound at all.

Even to Jiang Xulin's ears, Ni Jiaming didn't make a sound, it was just lip-syncing.

He was a little surprised. During the rehearsal tomorrow morning, Ni Jiaming still sang for real.

This will be the official stage, but it's lip-syncing?