Sweet Nothings

There are many people in the public jury who are fans of a certain player. They like Yan Qing most, and each brings their aid, but no one like him, so well behaved and taken for granted.

The two girls were stunned by him and wanted to remind the court not to bring too many lights. However, when they touched the man too sharply, 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 accuse them, 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 once 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, fearing that she would be robbed. Her attention was slightly distracted and she was more intimate to others, and to him all 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 she was dumbfounded as soon as she came out.

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, so that no one else will see it. When we take office, 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.

When all nine groups have completed their performances, the online voting channel will be closed simultaneously, and the mentors will announce the results given by the public jury and the number of online votes per person. 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 exploded!"

"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 will bring so many aids, the die-hard 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 quite friendly and enthusiastic, but the eyebrows of the eye can not hide the look.

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 is 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 one episode. Even if she had the status of kapok, she used to be an internet celebrity 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, and they have a large fan base. It should be theirs.

Yan Qing clenched her hands quietly, holding back her anxiety.

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

The recording started quickly, and the first group took the lead. The captain of this group satirized Yan Qing twice, and was sure to win the S position. Before going out, he turned back deliberately in front of the camera and gave Yan Qing a glance.

The players in the preparation zone immediately cheered.

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

Some natural advantages can't be matched.

The recording rhythm of the program 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 words "Flying Bird" had been typed out in advance. The staff came over to signal 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, just like two young wings .

She was held in the center by flawless feathers, the skirt swayed as she walked, her wings spread.

She doesn't even need to open her mouth to sing. She has already integrated 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 the stage, the lights dimmed.

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

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

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

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

Huo Yunshen did not take off his hat, fearing that Qing Qing would reject him for being high-profile, but was particularly subtle, and adjusted the pink hairpin on the top of his head to the maximum brightness, sparkling.

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 get out, her eyes snapped a pink light.

Among the crowds of black oppression, it is particularly conspicuous.

Yan Qing was stunned, staring at the large, clear sign that was separated by a 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, except for the hairpin that was dazzling on his head, and her name was also written.

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's opening, he couldn't help but put his hand down, and the eyes under the brim looked straight at him, colliding with Yan Qing's eyes in the cry of the audience.

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, "I can't wait to see you at home" is to run to the scene and use the most silly and direct way to illuminate her strange way 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, and her eyes overflowed with bright light spots. Jiadi said aloud: "I am Yan Qing, and I will lead all the members of the ninth group to perform" Flying Birds. "

Yan Qing's name hung three hot searches tonight.

In the program, 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 her fake news. 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 to her photos of her teenage years. The program team is equipped with huge fonts: "Want to see the next show early? Worship Yourself. "

This picture and # 自己 拜 自己 # 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.

Finally, a candid picture of the recording scene.

Yan Qing stood in the middle of the stage, warm white lights hitting from above, reflecting that her entire portrait was translucent, and the layered hair feathers stood against her, so light and not like real people.

The performance of the knockout game performance 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 were reserved, the ranks were promoted, and no one was left behind.

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 in his 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 couldn't settle down at all, and she didn't care about her results. 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 he 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 in her heart that she shouldn't have. Go to the hall.

Near 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, his wrist caught off guard, and was pulled behind a tall screen with a little force.

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."