Little Sea Otter Became Popular

On the morning of the performance day, Qiao Wei drove with the rest of the players to the venue where the performance was to be performed that night. When he got off the bus, he saw countless fans waiting in front of the venue with aids. Seeing the players showing up, they immediately became their homes. The little sister was more excited than the other when she supported her.

Although I have already experienced this, the players were still surprised when they saw so many fans waiting here. I didn't expect that the enthusiasm of the audience had reached this point, especially the number of fans of Qiao Wei. It is an explosive growth.

"Stupid!"

"Daibao, come on!"

Walking along the red carpet laid out by the staff, excited fans were on both sides, and Qiao Wei took his signature pen to sign his fans and walked over.

"Damn."

The crowd was bustling, and from time to time someone bumped into the arms of the fans in the front row. Just when Qiao Wei was bowing his head to sign a fan, the crowd suddenly pushed the hand of the fan who was holding the signature paper, and Qiao Wei stroked his pen. After the past, Shaky couldn't write a name at all.

Qiao Wei subconsciously sighed. She has no experience in signing. It would be fine if she was allowed to write her name one by one on a flat table. When she was walking and writing on unsupported paper, she would be really good. I can't get used to it.

Just when she was in a hurry, suddenly a hand stretched out from the crowd, holding the fan's signature paper firmly in the palm of her hand, and the surrounding crowd pushed each other, but the tall figure of the man was like a towering one. The mountain, standing still on the spot, didn't let a trace of sway before passing it to Qiao Wei.

With the force of the pen, Qiao Wei finally successfully signed the name for the fan. She breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head to look at the helping male fan, and said with a smile: "Thank you."

As soon as she raised her head, she saw Chengyu standing among a bunch of female fans. His height of 1.8 meters was particularly conspicuous among female fans with an average of only 1.6 meters. Many fans could not help but look up. He glanced.

"Ok."

Chengxie gave a faint hum. He didn't wear a suit as usual today. He wore a black mask on his face. Looking from a distance, he didn't know which male celebrity came to support Qiao Wei.

In addition to the fans who were waiting at the performance venue early in the morning, there were also the sisters of the various stations. A proxy in the front row had already noticed Qiao Wei's side, when she saw Chengxuan stretch out her hand to hold up her autograph for Qiao Wei. When I was writing the paper, I subconsciously clicked the shutter and took the scene in front of me.

I saw a small girl in the picture lowering her head to help her fans sign the name, and standing beside her was a tall male fan. The male fan was using his palm to help put it under the signature paper so that Qiao Xiao could do it. Writing on paper more smoothly, the whole picture reveals an inexplicable ambiguity, which makes people think of scenes in romantic idol dramas at first glance.

Damn, let her knock her sister's CP for a second!

Daipai suddenly felt a sudden red heartbeat. She blinked, and for a moment the plots of various idol dramas appeared in her mind.

Qiao Wei was curious about why Chengxuan appeared here, and the staff reminded the players to enter the arena quickly, and there was no time to say anything, but after saying thank you to Chengxuan, he was urged to enter. In the venue, make the final preparations for the stage tonight.

When Qiao Wei walked to the venue, Shi Qing, who was closest to Qiao Wei just now, walked up. She didn't know what she saw when she looked back. When she caught up with Qiao Wei, she patted Qiao Wei with a smile. On the shoulders, smiled: "We also have male fans in a daze. We are still handsome guys."

Fans who like Eleven girls are not without male fans, but only a small number of fans like Chengyan chase the scene, and Qiao Fu's fans are mostly girls, like Chengyan, really not many.

When Qiao Wei heard Shi Qing say this, she didn't know why she felt embarrassed suddenly, especially now that she still remembered how she felt when her pen nib touched Chengyu's palm, which made her subconsciously hold her breath, and she couldn't tell. The feeling of coming.

As if feeling a little confused in his mood, Qiao Wei shook his head like a rattle, then reached out and patted his cheek, taking a deep breath, so that he could concentrate on the stage tonight.

The most important task today is the evening performance.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wei's eyes began to glow. She took Shi Qing's hand and led her to the backstage, "Let's go, let's go to the rehearsal."

Shi Qing looked at the shining Qiao Wei, thinking that their fighting spirit was so high today, so she had to cheer.

...

At seven o'clock in the evening, the second performance of "PickEleven" officially began.

There were many guests to help out in this performance, so many of the guests’ fans also poured into the live broadcast room early. Some of them didn’t like girl group shows. Seeing that their brothers and sisters were going to perform on the same stage with trainees who did not make their debut, It is inevitable that there is some injustice in my heart, if the performance is over, once the stage response is average, I will immediately blame the players for pulling their hips in the barrage.

[I'm really convinced, is this business ability serious? 】

[Distressed for our brother, we have to accompany these vegetables on stage]

[Simply pollute my eyes and ears]

In particular, many of the guests supporting tonight are popular traffic. Their fans are extremely powerful. Before it's their turn to play, the fans have already pointed the country up in the live broadcast room and urged the players in front to step down quickly and don't waste time. .

"What's wrong?"

The members of Qiao Wei and his group were making final preparations in the background. As soon as they looked up, they saw a few girls walking back with their heads hanging down. As soon as they walked into the room, someone couldn't help but start sobbing. The teammates around her quickly comforted her, everyone's expressions. Not so good-looking.

Qiao Yan asked in a low voice worryingly, and saw Lin Xiaoxiao putting down her phone and shaking her head, and said in a bit angrily: "Isn't He Jing fans angry yet? To death, it is obvious that He Jing went wrong and blocked. After finishing the camera, it’s really annoying to say that our players can’t do it!"

Shi Qing glanced at the players in the same group as He Jing, and explained with some sympathy to Qiao Wei: "They and He Jing are in the same company, and their company is notoriously vampire female artist. I heard that He Jing is their company. Come in, I want He Jing to catch some heat on our show."

Speaking of this, the others can't help shaking their heads with emotion. Now the living space of female artists in the entertainment industry is getting narrower and narrower, and many entertainment companies will try to get their female artists to feed back the newcomers in the company.

For example, some time ago, female celebrities who had finally become popular again with their works came out to tease them. After becoming popular, they were quickly arranged by the company to bring traffic niches. They can obviously be the mothers of each other and let them act as lovers and be mad by the fans of the other party. Swearing, she also wants to play a rivalry with a suitable person, but what can the company do not allow it.

And He Jing’s company has heard about vampire female artists in the entire industry. Their company cultivates traffic idols, and female artists are like stepmothers. The company treats them at all. I don't care, and any signs of redness will be pulled by the speed of light to hype up male artists. In the end, those who are capable are often killed by the company's operations.

Even if the female artist wants to leave, she will be framed by the cheap sales contract when she first entered the circle. She will never get out of her body without being stripped of the skin by the company. It is a well-known black-hearted company in the circle.

Everyone was comforting the crying players when they heard another exclamation in the room, "Damn! He Jing, how has a face, dare to be yin and yang strange on Weibo!"

Everyone hurry up to see what happened

What's going on, I found out that He Jing "hand skating" liked his Weibo with the connotation "female player" posted by a fan. The following are all He Jing fans hahaha remarks, saying that the female player of "PickEleven" Too pitted, strength pits people.

[Y1s1, everyone knows the level of the women's team]

[Sirius has also fallen, I want to see how many companies are going to roll over tonight]

Affected by the previous stage performance, the barrage and comment area have become a little smoky. In addition to deliberately picking things up and waiting to see the lively audience, the fans of the contestants can't help but be a little worried, afraid that the young lady who will come on the stage will be a little bit worried. Take a hit.

The atmosphere of the live broadcast is easily affected by the content of the barrage. When the vast majority of barrage are arguing, the mood of some audiences will be biased. This is not good news for the players on the field.

If most of the audience is eagerly waiting for you to hit the venue, then the pressure in your heart will naturally soar.

Now, some people are not beginning to waver, and they are not sure that Qiao Wei's performance can restore the current atmosphere.

I am not optimistic about the three words, almost written on the barrage of the live broadcast room.

At this moment, the host’s announcement sounded, and the lights on the stage were instantly dimmed, and only the shaking shadows of trees appeared on the huge LED screen on the stage. The background sound gradually became clear, and the sound of wind whistling. Clanging, like a slow motion from far to near, gradually outlines a wasteland in the audience's mind.

The whistling wind, the vibrations caused by running, something seemed to be gradually approaching the crowd. At the moment when everyone was holding their breath, the lights came on instantly, and Qiao Wei and the others followed the **** directly from the back of the inclined stage. Sliding all the way to the front, one stood up vigorously, pressing the palm of his hand to the ground with full force. Along with their animal-like stretched body, a sharp wolf howl penetrated the air, as if pierced the eardrum.

The audience then realized where the unprecedented sense of oppression came from.

The sound of wind, vibrations, and... howls of beasts.

Langxing and Qiao Wei stood up, like two imposing leaders from different tribes, looking at each other vigilantly and fiercely.

There is no doubt that what they see now is a pack of wolves that are rushing, it is the contention of the beasts, and everyone knows-

Among the wolves, there will only be one wolf.

Either you die or I die.