The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

Encouraged by the host, No. 18 took a deep breath and took off the mask on his face. His facial features are not ugly, but his skin is too bad, and the pimples on his face look a little scary.

When the camera hit his face, he lowered his head subconsciously, and the host quickly said, "Please introduce yourself."

"My name is Huang Bin. I'm a resident singer in a bar. I'm 28 years old this year."

"Tell me how you feel right now."

"I am very proud and I am also very inferior. I believe you have also seen that I can talk and laugh happily when I wear a mask. I am very proud of my musical talent, but I am very inferior when I take off the mask. But since I have chosen this one I will never regret it, and I will definitely make my own efforts in the future so that everyone will remember my song instead of this face."

After bowing, there was encouraging applause from the audience.

If he hadn't shown such low self-esteem before, many people would complain about his appearance, but the words he revealed his heart made people unable to complain, because although this is a society where everything depends on appearance, but at the same time, this society also Very tolerant, no one will maliciously target a person who dares to pursue his dreams.

"Now we will announce tonight's champion. Before the announcement, I would like to invite players No. 88 and No. 33 to the center of the stage."

Xia Wei'an and Lu Zhanyu walked to the center of the stage together. The host stood on the side and said, "The next champion will be between the two of you. Do you have anything to say to each other now?"

Holding the microphone, Lu Zhanyu had mixed feelings. One of the two of them would win glory and the other would leave sadly. He hoped that No. 33 would win the championship, but he was also unwilling to be reconciled to not being recognized for what he had insisted on for so many years. After he won the championship, he confessed to No. 33 in public. No matter what she looks like, what he likes from the beginning to the end is her attitude towards music and the tacit understanding between the two.

If the two are together, it will be very harmonious.

But now, what should he do?

"Sometimes, fate really plays tricks on people. It was clear that not long ago, they were partners with a tacit understanding, but they stood here and became competitors in the blink of an eye."

He sighed helplessly and put down the microphone.

Xia Weian was not as sad as he was, because she knew that in her last life, it was indeed Lu Zhanyu who won the championship.

The winners of the runner-up and third place are also No. 18 and No. 60.

As for her, she is really a soy saucer. Maybe even if she sings well, she can't change the original track of history. Thinking of this, she feels relieved. At least she participated, and with this experience, she No regrets.

"But fate will always surprise people. You are a talented singer. I hope you will follow the path you like and do what you like in the future. You are worthy of your heart."

Xia Weian had a smile on her lips, and her voice was sweet and full of encouragement. Such a good attitude won the praise of the audience and judges. She put down the microphone after she finished speaking.

"Okay, I'll start announcing the winner of the championship now."

The host took out a piece of paper from the envelope and said loudly, "The winner of "The Masked Singer" is... Contestant No. 88, congratulations!"

Under the applause of the audience, Xia Wei'an consciously retreated to the side, leaving the stage to Lu Zhanyu.

"Number 88, please take off your mask and introduce yourself."

Because No. 33 was eliminated, Lu Zhanyu was in a bad mood, but he still took off his mask.