Su Bai and Xu Qirou spent a day in Vegas, riding the Ferris wheel, watching the light show, and even lost more than 200,000 US dollars in the MGM casino where they were staying.
Facts have proven that gambling and drugs are really something you should avoid, and even those who cheat will lose.
Su Bai became more determined to fight against gambling and drugs for the rest of his life!
On the last day, the two returned to New York. One reason was to draw lots to determine tomorrow's opponent, and the other was that Xu Qirou also had to warm up her voice in advance to ensure her voice was in good condition. After all, she didn't have any special skills, and it would be terrible if she was in bad condition.
There are only 20 teams in the qualifying round. Logically speaking, unless they have extremely good luck, the countries that can advance to the top 20 are not weak teams.
Fan Dezhi said to Su Bai and Xu Qirou with a serious face, "Every battle from now on will be a tough one! Are you two ready?"
"Wasn't any of the previous ones tough?"
Su Bai slumped leisurely in the chair and replied calmly.
Uncle Fan was choked. There was indeed nothing wrong with what Su Bai said. After all, their luck in the previous three elimination matches was really not very good. Each opponent they met was stronger than the last, especially the last one against the island country, which felt a bit like the finals.
"Sit up straight! This is being broadcast live in front of the whole world! What the hell are you doing?"
Although the Beijing paralysis posture is not elegant, it is really comfortable!
Su Bai has been like this since his debut, and Chinese audiences are used to it anyway.
"I'm teaching people around the world a lesson, letting them know what Beijing paralysis is! Imagine if everyone in the world started sitting this way, wouldn't that be considered a successful cultural invasion?"
Uncle Fan: “…”
Sometimes I am speechless about Su Bai's attitude of being so calm and unconcerned.
The three of them chatted casually until it was finally time for the Chinese team to draw lots. Su Bai looked at Xu Qirou and said, "Why don't you go? I'm African..."
Xu Qirou didn't care and ran over with a cold face.
After a while, he came back with the same expression.
People like Xu Qirou must be very unfriendly to psychologists, because except when she is with Su Bai, this woman has the same expression at other times, and you have no way of judging from her expression whether she has drawn a good or bad lot.
"How's it going? Which team?"
"Turkey."
Uncle Fan felt relieved when he heard this name.
To be honest, although Turkey's military strength should be ranked among the top 20 in the world, its music... is still quite poor, just like the dark horse Maidan.
This draw can be said to be the best one he has drawn since participating in the competition. For Su Bai, who directly sent Italy and the island country back home, beating Turkey is as easy as eating a Turkish ice cream.
"Even so, we still have to be well prepared. What if they have a trump card? We still can't let our guard down."
"Uncle Fan, why are you suddenly so competitive? Didn't you say in the previous matches, "Just play casually, don't feel pressured, you're still young, there are plenty of opportunities, blah blah blah?" Why are you getting so intense today?
"The opponents we faced in the previous matches were too strong. I didn't think you could win... But now I suddenly feel that you can really make a breakthrough... And you, little brat, don't even know what pressure is! I don't think we need to be too cautious with you!"
"I know, horizontal stroke, vertical stroke, horizontal dot, horizontal break, hook and stroke."
"Do you believe I can beat you up?"
"Uncle Fan, please be aware of your status. You've just been promoted to a ministerial-level official. It's not right to hit a junior, right?"
"My beating of you has nothing to do with my level. It's just an elder teaching a younger one a lesson! That bastard is so annoying every day!"
"Oh, that's amazing, being old is amazing~"
“!”
"Forget it, Uncle Fan, don't bother with him. Just sit down!"
Xu Qirou grabbed Fan Dezhi's arm, and with a sweet smile on her face, she tried to comfort the old comrade who was irritated by Su Bai, while giving Su Bai a fierce look.
Stop being so mean!
Su Bai had just quickly jumped out and was about to run away, but when he saw Uncle Fan being controlled by his own little cat, he chuckled, put on a smug look, and came over to apologize to Fan Dezhi with a smile.
"Uncle Fan, I'm not being naughty anymore. Don't worry, little Turkey can easily send them back to sell ice cream."
"You better mind your mouth and don't say things like that anymore. If someone records it, it will cause an international conflict!"
"I'm just a singer. What kind of conflict can I cause? I'm not you."
"If you keep talking back!"
"Okay, okay... Let's go back. We still have to prepare for tomorrow's stage!"
Su Bai waved his hand and walked away holding Xu Qirou's hand. He was a little more careful in China, but Su Bai had no scruples abroad. In fact, it was okay to show affection in China, as Su Bai wouldn't let his feelings down. It would just be sad for the other little cuties to see it.
Although they said they didn't care, Su Bai and Xu Qirou still went back to the hotel and carefully watched the replay of the previous competition between the two Turkish singers.
This is a privilege given by the organizing committee to all participants. They can freely view previous recordings to understand their opponents.
Turkish male singers are called Goji and female singers are called Borat.
Su Bai listened to his song, and a strong Indian flavor hit him!
To be honest, in Su Bai's impression, Turkey is an American country. It seems that the name suggests that it is in the same group as Spain, Mexico and the like. As a result, Xu Qirou laughed at him harshly.
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