"That's great!" Tang Yue was delighted when she heard this: "Then we must represent China and win a World Cup championship!"
"Pfft," Zhou Yiyang was immediately amused by Tang Yue's words and couldn't help but look at her again: "You are planning to help the national football team realize their dream."
"Hey," Ling Hu couldn't help but raise his glass, squinting his eyes, and said to the person in front of him, "We're eating, why don't we talk about something else!"
"Brother Yang," Luo Chen bit his chopsticks gently at this time. After glancing at Zhou Yiyang across from him, he asked with a smile, "What place do you think they are most likely to get this time?"
"Are you referring to the popularity rankings from the first episode?" Zhou Yiyang seemed to spend an hour pondering this question before finally giving his answer: "Then I think it should be number one, right? In the online voting, I don't think anyone is better than these four."
"Brother Yang, are you overly optimistic about us?" Lin Xuan'er raised an eyebrow, her expression seeming a bit modest. "I've watched performances in several regions, and I've noticed that many popular singers don't seem to rank highly in the first round of voting. People have high expectations for them, and if they don't perform as expected, they won't vote for them anymore."
"Your song," Zhou Yiyang stretched and said with a smile, "Isn't anyone's performance below expectations?"
"What song?" Helian Bei asked curiously.
"It's a secret." Wang Xingrui laughed. "We didn't let anyone watch during this rehearsal. It was to create a sense of mystery."
After hearing what Wang Xingrui said, they all nodded in understanding and stopped asking questions.
But there was an extra fire in my heart, and I couldn't wait to fast forward to the game three days later.
The same is true for the people of Chengdu. They wish time could pass faster and faster.
Simply looking at various materials and information on the Internet and in short videos is no longer enough to satisfy these viewers.
Three days later.
The day of the World Singer Contest performance has finally arrived, and the hot searches have been going on since this morning and lasted until the evening.
At six o'clock, one thousand lucky spectators with voting rights had already entered the gymnasium under the guidance of staff.
"Wow, has this stadium been specially renovated? It looks more beautiful than before." An audience member who had been to a concert here exclaimed.
"So it's really going to be a live broadcast?" One viewer patted his cheek with a shocked expression. "I can't believe it. I thought it would be a special recorded broadcast in our country!"
"It's definitely going to be live. Isn't the biggest attraction of this World Singer Contest live? If it becomes a recorded broadcast, it won't be fun anymore."
"But I'm still so nervous. What if my favorite singer doesn't perform well? If they don't sing well, will they be eliminated in the first round?"
"Hey, who are you fans of? Why don't you guys chat?"
"Moonlight Girls! I love these four girls so much. They sing beautifully and they're so pretty!"
"My favorite is still Wen Yuan. My mom is her die-hard fan. I won a ticket this time, so I came here specifically to vote for her!"
"Am I the only one who likes Gu Qianqian? She actually sings very well, but it's a pity that she only sings Cantonese songs and isn't very popular in mainland China."
With two hours left before the live broadcast began, the thousand viewers simply started chatting.
After chatting, they were surprised to find that among the thousand audiences, Moonlight Girl's fans did not have an absolute advantage.
Instead, the majority of people were passers-by who just liked to listen to the songs, and they believed in the so-called fairness and justice of the program team.
It turns out that when selecting the audience, the situation where fans dominate the market was really avoided.
However, most people think that Moonlight Girl should have advanced directly in the first round and there is no need for the audience to vote.
On the other side, 25 groups of singers also stayed in the living room backstage.
These singers still looked a little reserved, and at this time Tang Yue stood up directly from the sofa.
"Tangtang, what are you doing?" Wang Xingrui stretched out her hand after seeing this scene.
"It's okay," Su Yin said softly, "Brother Yang asked us to come so early. I guess he wanted us to ease the atmosphere backstage. Tangtang is suitable for this kind of work, so let her go!"
As soon as Tang Yue stood up, almost everyone looked at her with attention.
Whether you are willing to admit it or not, these four very young female artists are indeed the most popular artists in the country.
"Hello everyone!" Tang Yue shouted, making Zhou Yiyang, who was sitting backstage, couldn't help laughing.
He glanced at Guan Fei beside him and said softly, "As expected of Tangtang, she's definitely a potential host."
"Tangtang, this is it. If we had known earlier, we should have started a live broadcast. Netizens would definitely be very happy to see this."
"It's okay," Zhou Yiyang stretched, "It can be included in a spin-off program."
Tang Yue even waved her hand on purpose, like a star going to a concert in the countryside.
"Friends over there, friends across the street, and friends standing here, don't be so nervous! The live broadcast hasn't even started yet, let's have some fun first!"
Wen Yuan chuckled and walked over to hold Tang Yue's hand. "I was so serious just now, but after you treated me like that, I thought this was some company annual meeting performance."
"Just treat it as an annual party performance," Tang Yue said with a smile. "It's a live broadcast anyway, so I don't know what will happen. In that case, we might as well enjoy ourselves while we can!"
"How can we enjoy ourselves?"
Someone immediately asked with a smile.
"Well, let me think about it," Tang Yue's eyes suddenly turned and landed on Lin Xuan'er: "Why don't we have a street dance battle? Is there anyone who wants to challenge Xuan'er?"
Lin Xuan'er stood up helplessly and rubbed her forehead:
"I don't think I ever said I was coming! But if someone really wants to challenge me, I definitely won't be afraid!"
Unexpectedly, someone in the crowd actually stood up.
It's a person wearing a mask.
Su Yin glanced over and heard Wang Xingrui say in her ear:
"This person was found by Brother Yang from somewhere. He should be a dark horse."
"Is that so?" Su Yin smiled and said, "Then I'm looking forward to it."
By the time the street dance competition between Lin Xuan'er and the Iron-Faced Man was in full swing, all the streets outside the stadium were jam-packed with cars.
The enthusiasm of the audience needs to be released in the next game.
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