"Is it her?" Wei Jingke took a look and saw a woman on the screen. Her temperament and appearance were far superior to those of ordinary people. He threw the apple into his mouth and laughed, "Just... quite ordinary? She is pretty and has temperament, but she is far inferior to Doctor Feng, let alone my mother."

Su Di glanced at the TV, "That's Ye Shuning, Miss Meng is the next performer."

"Not her?" Wei Jingke paused for a moment, then sat up straight and looked at the TV in surprise, "Then I'll wait a little longer."

The domestic arena is not as popular as the foreign one, but it is also hot.

You can find Meng Fu's photos by searching on the Internet.

But would a young man like Wei Jingke search for someone who is so different from him?

Not to mention Meng Fu, even Ye Shuning was not worth his search.

Of course, after hearing Su Di talk about Meng Fu, Wei Jingke also imagined what Meng Fu looked like, based on the beauties he was familiar with and their standard facial features.

Wei Jingke had also heard Su Di talk about Meng Fu several times. Based on this, he naturally imagined that her facial features might be really beautiful, but her temperament was still far behind. After all, without connotation and extensive knowledge, a face alone would not be particularly recognizable. Among the people he knew, Su Cheng had the best temperament.

She is the type of person who can still impress people even if she is disfigured.

...

...

Without a strong family background and amazing connotation, you’re halfway lost.

Even though he thought about it, when he saw the eight contestants under the eight vertical light projections on TV, his eyes were fixed directly on the woman in black wearing a baseball cap on the left.

Only half of his face was revealed, revealing his delicate jaw and a lazily raised corner of his lips. It was not a gentle and well-behaved smile, but rather a kind of disdainful manner that looked down upon the audience.

Wei Jingke has seen so many beauties since he was a child. When his mother was young, she was known as the most beautiful woman in their group. Although this title was later given to someone else, it was enough to prove his mother's beauty.

Having grown up watching his mother, he is basically immune to beautiful women. Even the "Feng Weizheng" he mentions is just called a "beauty".

It’s not that stunning.

But when he saw the person on the screen, he forgot to chew the apple in his mouth. Maybe because he didn't have such strong expectations in the early stage, he was really surprised at this moment.

After a while, he swallowed the apple in his mouth, "Goddess, indeed Goddess, no wonder Brother Cheng didn't leave."

At this point, he glanced upstairs, then looked at Su Di again, "Is she really prettier in person than in the camera? Next time you go to see her, I'll go with you. I won't give up until I see her in person."

The video has filters and beauty effects, and apart from other things, there is definitely a difference in the skin.

Su Di went upstairs to bring tea to Su Cheng. Hearing this, he glanced at Wei Jingke and said nothing.

**

Meng Fu was meeting Zhao Fan at this time.

"After your performance, I'll take you to meet Manager Sheng." Zhao Fan also submitted his resignation to the company. Fortunately, the company didn't arrange resources for "Best Idol" at the time, so it wasn't affected much. "Today's latest episode of "Best Idol" has received a very good response, and your fans have increased greatly. Please repost the official Weibo."

Zhao Fan logged into Meng Fu's account, handed it to Meng Fu, and smiled, "You can transfer it yourself. This account will be given to you from now on. Just don't send it randomly."

After spending these days together, Zhao Fan knew that Meng Fu didn't like others touching her things.

Meng Fu realized that this should be the official account created by the female reporter.

She took the phone and took a look. She had 700,000 followers on Weibo. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "A huge increase in followers?"

"You only had 600,000 fans before today, and most of them were haters. An increase of 100,000 is not considered a big increase?" Zhao Fan gave her an unpleasant look. "In your entire girl group, your number of fans can also rank in the top three. The second is Nan Qiu, with 1.2 million fans, but she is a loyal fan. Forget about Ye Shuning, who is in the first place, with 7 million fans. She can get tens of thousands of comments on any Weibo she posts."

With seven million fans and a large number of active fans, he is considered a relatively popular artist in the circle.

So when Zhao Fan heard Meng Fu talking about the international competition stage, he thought she was daydreaming.

This is also the reason why the program team is more optimistic about Ye Shuning. After all, it’s different if he has his own fans.

"Yes." Meng Fu edited a Weibo and sent it out, then returned the phone to Zhao Fan: "I understand. I'll go to the rehearsal first."

The next performance is imminent. This time there will be a larger audience. It is the penultimate performance and will be broadcast live online. In order to avoid accidents, rehearsals are needed.

**

The rehearsal site is still at the sports center.

Meng Fu and Chu Yue and their group went together in a car.

There were 49 people in the car in total, missing Ye Shuning. Ye Shuning trained alone and rarely joined them, so he always had a separate car.

When they arrived at the sports center and went backstage to change clothes and try out the microphone, Wei Jin was a little nervous, "Tomorrow the whole network will broadcast live..."

Chu Yue changed her clothes, her expression still cool, and tried the microphone: "Play normally, and treat everyone as a carrot."

Wei Jin took a deep breath and quickly changed his clothes with Meng Fu and the others.

There was one last microphone on the table. Meng Fu dressed slowly, and after she changed her clothes, she found that the microphone on the table outside was gone.

"Where's Brother Fu's microphone and the logistics?" Wei Jin quickly discovered the problem.

The people in front are still urging us to do so. The rehearsal is going very fast. If the entire rehearsal is delayed because of one person, it will definitely have a bad impact.

Chu Yue also came over to take a look and frowned: "Doesn't everyone have a microphone? Wasn't Meng Fu's still there when we went to change clothes just now? Where are the staff?"

Wu Yatong went directly to ask the staff.

The staff was busy, and when he was pulled over to ask these questions, he looked at them impatiently and yelled at them: "So annoying! Why are you in such a hurry? Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?! Miss Ye's microphone broke just now, so I gave it to her. If you can wait, then wait. If you can't, forget it. Can't you see I'm busy?!"