Lang Kun was anxious: "Hey, you just sang an opera, there is still a song."

Tang Xiaobao was stunned and slapped his head: "Oh, yes, I have another song. Oh, how could I have forgotten about this."

Everyone was dumbfounded again.

Spring Festival Gala, how could you forget such an important thing?

What else will you never forget? What kind of thing is considered a big deal to you? You don't take it to heart at all. You...

I don't know what to say about him.

There were only countless rolls of eyes glaring at him.

Tang Xiaobao smiled awkwardly: "Then I'll go get some sleep. Can you wake me up when the time comes? I'm a little sleepy."

If someone else said this, Lang Kun would probably curse.

It's already this late, and such an important matter is right in front of you, and you can still sleep? You are simply asking for trouble.

But when Tang Xiaobao said this, he really couldn't say anything too harsh.

Never mind, the ratings of the entire evening show depend on Tang Xiaobao. If he gets angry, this guy might go on strike.

Don’t dare?

What a joke, is there anything that Tang Xiaobao dare not do?

Lang Kun waved his hand. "Okay, okay, you go find a place to sleep. Bai Li, you'll be responsible for waking him up later. We absolutely can't waste time. This is the Spring Festival Gala, broadcast live, and people all over the world are watching."

"Okay, don't worry. If he dares to delay the important task, I will be the first one to not forgive him."

Betty said angrily.

Lang Kun shook his head helplessly and reminded him, "By the way, you're supposed to sing your new song 'Xia Ke Xing' tonight, right?"

"Ah, when did they change the song?"

Tang Xiaobao really didn't know.

Lang Kun's eyes widened: "You don't know?"

"I don't know."

"No one informed you?"

"No."

Lang Kun was furious: "What are these people doing? I have to teach them a lesson. Anyway, the song has changed. Are you okay with that?"

Tang Xiaobao said, "What's the problem? It's all singing, it doesn't matter to me."

That's what I said...

Well, he has the right to say that.

Tang Xiaobao then complained, "Why change the song?"

Lang Kun said depressedly: "Xiaobao, please don't be ungrateful. I am helping you with publicity. No matter how much money you spend, you won't find such a good publicity opportunity again."

Tang Xiaobao really wanted to say that he didn't need any publicity.

Good wine needs no bush. He believed that this song would become popular, it was just a matter of time.

However, he didn't say that.

It's so hurtful.

They mean well.

"Okay, okay, thank you Coach Lang. I'm going to sleep now. Sister, call me later."

Tang Xiaobao really went to sleep.

A group of people looked at him stupidly, staring at each other in bewilderment.

This person has a really big heart.

What a good attitude.

Not nervous at all?

How did he do it?

Is it true that the Spring Festival Gala is really insignificant in his mind?

When they thought of this, everyone present felt quite depressed.

Look, this is the difference.

In order to perform on the Spring Festival Gala, many people are trying their best and practicing for several months or even half a year. But Tang Xiaobao doesn't practice or rehearse at all, and doesn't take it seriously at the last minute. I guess if the number one leader hadn't ordered him to do so, he would never have participated. Maybe a New Year's Eve dinner is more important to him.

Tang Xiaobao's singing plan is to start at 11:50.

After the song, the clock strikes midnight.

At half past eleven, Bai Li woke Tang Xiaobao up on time.

"Is it my turn?"

Tang Xiaobao yawned, his eyes half-drowsy.

"Twenty minutes left."

"Then I'll sleep a little longer. I'm so sleepy."

Tang Xiaobao was ready to lie down on the sofa and sleep again.

This rest room is specially prepared for him and no one else is allowed to come in.

Bai Li went over and grabbed Tang Xiaobao's ear.

"I let you sleep, I told you not to care, you're going to piss me off."

"Oh, Senior Sister, please spare me. Can't I get up?"

"Hurry, go change your makeup, get dressed and wait. There's no time left. Only twenty minutes."

Bai Li took Tang Xiaobao and left.

Online, netizens are already looking forward to it.

"I heard that the leader is going to take the stage soon?"

"The next show will be his."

"Oh, I'm so looking forward to it. Actually, I prefer him singing popular songs."

"I still prefer to listen to him sing Huangmei Opera, it's more interesting."

"Does anyone know what song he's singing tonight?"

"Didn't you say to change the song?"

"The program list that was circulated online, the leader's songs have always been kept secret, who knows."

"Everyone, I'm from CCTV. I just got the news that the leader will be singing the title song from his new album, 'Xia Ke Xing', tonight."

"'Xia Ke Xing'? I haven't heard it, and I don't know if it's good or not."

"Just wait, you'll be able to listen to it soon. Anything produced by the leader must be top-notch, haha."

"Everyone, everyone, Nanhu TV has invited an international superstar, rock king Huo Side, to sing. Come and watch, it's awesome."

"Damn, Huo Side, that's my idol too, I have to go listen to it, let's go."

"Wait for me, I'm his fan too."

"Oh, how could I have forgotten about this? Huo Side has never held a concert in our country of China. This is a great opportunity. I must see it."

…

At the Nanhu TV Spring Festival Gala, Huo Side was sweating profusely on the stage.

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