The girl next to her was so happy that she covered her mouth and laughed: "I didn't expect that Sanqianshui also has fans?"
Are you a fan?
Jiang Xi looked expressionlessly at the sign that was held high up, as if afraid that no one would see it: "Three Thousand Waters Boil!" The sign was written in bold red, with a shocking bloody handprint next to it, as if it was a death sentence.
This is in stark contrast to the enthusiastic "Qu Yiyi" who is surrounded by flowers and pink balloons.
Jiang Xi took a glance and then looked away.
The organizers seemed to have anticipated this situation, and the bus bypassed the front door without any delay and drove straight in through the back door.
The live broadcast starts on time at 9:30.
The stadium's stage was already filled with fans from various groups.
"Hello everyone, the live broadcast industry's annual grand event has begun again. Yes, it's the Masked Singer auditions! I'm the host, Li Mo."
Li Mo seemed to understand the truth that talking too much is annoying. After a simple introduction, he moved on to the next step.
Blind selection.
In the sixteen-to-eight round, only the number is voted, not the person.
Each contestant who hides his or her true identity behind a mask will be assigned a number. Each audience member in the audience will have ten votes, and each user of the live broadcast platform will have one vote. They can vote for the number that sounds best to them.
Before the identities of the eight contestants were revealed, no one knew who was behind this number.
"Fair, just, and open."
Li Mo emphasized.
This statement can only deceive those passers-by who never chase stars.
"Now, number one takes the stage."
But when Number One came on stage, a certain section of the audience burst into screams. Although no fans called out any names, some people could guess who it was: Apple TV's current number one, "LeLe Bu Kuai", a sweet little puppy who is widely loved by young fans with his dimples and ageless milky voice.
The barrage of comments has already lined up in a long queue: "Brother Le, come on!"
The voting channel will not be opened until all sixteen people are outside the venue, and everyone is impatient.
As expected, as soon as Number One opened her voice, she sang the familiar sweet, milky voice.
Jiang Xi sat quietly behind the scenes and made no comment on the organizer's "covering one's ears and stealing the bell" behavior. Contestants were not allowed to talk to each other or bring any communication tools. Everyone was accompanied and supervised by staff before going on stage.
There were all kinds of speculative looks coming from the sidelines, and even the staff couldn't help but take a few more glances.
This mercury color is too bright and picky. If the skin is not white enough, translucent enough, or delicate enough, it will have an earthy smell.
In today's extremely developed plastic surgery industry, these female anchors will definitely get whitening injections, but no one can compare to the person in front of me, whose skin is so white and translucent, as if she was born with mercury, cold and light.
She has a swan neck and a willow waist. Although most of her face is covered, her eyes are like carefully polished diamonds. Just one look from her can make you feel cold and soft to the bone.
But she is quiet and not nosy. Compared with those contestants who have to drink a glass of juice, go to the bathroom, and ask people all kinds of questions from time to time, this kind of person is less troublesome and more likable.
Number seven.
The staff member took a glance and took note.
Jiang Xi listened to them one by one, and with her expertise, she still couldn't find any shortcomings in these people.
They all have a good voice, and there are a few that are quite recognizable, especially a male contestant with a smoky voice, who sings rock. He is even more powerful, and has a strong ability to hold the stage. Even behind the scenes, you can almost feel the heat of the stage being set on fire.
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Chen Qi has always liked watching live broadcasts.
For Sanqianshui, a small anchor who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and is covered in negative news, she is the kind of fan who becomes even more negative. Every day, she is committed to fighting with her fellow fans on the front line of "strangling Sanqianshui". She is so motivated that she can even sleep less.
This Saturday, I got up before nine o'clock, facing my mother's surprised eyes. I sat in front of the computer without brushing my teeth or washing my face, and "click" opened the live broadcast room.
Today all live streaming platforms will broadcast the morning blind auditions from 9:30 to 11:30.
She decided to cast all her votes for Qu Yiyi, with whom she had a certain degree of favor. After all, compared to Sanqianshui, who accepted unspoken rules and liked to flatter others, a goddess like Qu Yiyi who kept herself clean was more in line with her aesthetic taste.
Chen Qi didn’t know Number One, and she didn’t like that kind of cloying tone.
Number two, the voice is not special, and the legs are a bit thick, which is not surprising.
…
While she was commenting casually, she was waiting for Qu Yiyi to come on stage, planning to flood her with comments to show her support.
The screen has begun to list the singers represented by each number one by one. The concealment in the online world is usually more difficult than in reality.
"The two heavyweights, Lin Jian Yu Fei and Jiao Tang Bu Da, have already appeared, but I don't know where Qu Yi Yi has been ranked."
"Am I the only one who's curious about what Three Thousand Waters looks like?"
"Why bring up such an unlucky thing? Is Feifei's voice not nice enough, or is the sugar not exciting enough?"
Just when Chen Qi was about to join the crusade, Qu Yiyi appeared. She was wearing a silver dress, and her figure was well-proportioned. As soon as she opened her mouth, she sang a lazy jazz tune with her unique arrogance and reserve.
Compared with the previous female anchors who all dressed in a more or less rustic way, Qu Yiyi looked much more decent.
A group of fans were licking the screen under the barrage, all of them were listening to the song: A tall girl with long legs and good temperament, a fairy from heaven to earth.
The fanatical fantasies of this evil cult filled the entire screen in an instant, and any passers-by who mentioned anything against it were quickly refuted.
Qu Yiyi's singing was indeed very good, with a good start to the voice and a neat ending, which was both lingering and crisp, and fit the mood of the chosen song very well.
But Chen Qi graduated from a music college, and she could tell that compared to the original singer's natural arrogance, Qu Yiyi's arrogance was more like a castle floating in the air. It sounded real, but when she listened carefully, it didn't seem to be the case.
Chen Qi felt a little regretful.
Number seven, here we go.
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