"This resurrection match doesn't look like an ordinary one."
Wang Xingrui casually opened Moonlight's live broadcast room, but she never expected that there was content in the room.
"Come and see!" Wang Xingrui suddenly raised her voice, causing them to turn around and look intrigued. "What's going on with this live broadcast? This is incredible! Brother Yang's resurrection match is so exciting!"
When Tang Yue heard this, she was no longer sleepy. She immediately came to Wang Xingrui's side, glanced at Wang Xingrui's phone screen, and after a while, she smiled and said:
"Did they lock all ten of them in a small room in advance? This really feels like a trapped beast fighting desperately!"
…
In another room, Zhou Yiyang and Bai Yangyu were also watching the live broadcast.
"I feel now," Zhou Yiyang paused and chuckled, "that the audience really likes this kind of celebrity mentality. If this were ten ordinary people, they would probably scold me!"
Su Yin saw that there was suddenly an option in the live broadcast room and immediately asked curiously:
"You see, it says that by clicking this button, they can share their headphones."
"What is shared headphones?" Lin Xuan'er looked curious, but the four of them, like all the netizens who saw this scene, pressed that option at the same time.
At this moment, different sounds immediately appeared on their mobile phones.
It's not noise, nor is it a conversation between ten singers, but a single edited vocal line.
At this time, Su Yin looked at the phone screen again and found that all ten of them were wearing headphones, and their expressions were so ugly.
Obviously, what they heard now was exactly what was in the headphones of these ten people.
"Were you really just this close to advancing? Actually, you know, the difference between you and him in votes was a million!"
"You're not good-looking, and your singing is greasy. I don't understand why you're not satisfied. You're already lucky to get this ranking!"
"Still want to make it to Worlds? Do you really think you have what it takes? Get it straight, you're a piece of crap!"
Such remarks are heard all around them, and even as an audience, listening to such remarks will make one feel anxious and painful.
"Oh my god," Tang Yue took off her headphones almost immediately. She suspected that after listening to this kind of stuff for too long, she would become unhappy. "Brother Yang is too cruel! Why would he do this kind of thing?"
Wang Xingrui, who was standing by, also took off her headphones and said casually, "Maybe it's to increase the sense of immersion? But this trick is really useful."
"Of course," Tang Yue said, her eyes widening somewhat exaggeratedly. "When the resurrection match was trending, I saw that many viewers were just like us, almost forgetting there was such a match."
"As soon as this livestream came out, it was trending everywhere. I just refreshed my Weibo homepage and saw that almost everyone was talking about this resurrection match."
"Then there should be more people scolding us, right?" Lin Xuan'er asked tactfully. After all, after this live broadcast, she realized that many people would not be able to accept the content and format of this live broadcast.
"There are indeed a lot of people cursing," Tang Yue said seriously, "but there are also a lot of people just watching the fun. After all, netizens know that artists like us earn much more than them, so many people don't sympathize with artists anymore."
"Actually, those ten people should be happy, right?" Wang Xingrui whispered. "They've suddenly gained so much popularity. That's something the other eliminated people can't even envy."
"Of course," Tang Yue nodded. "Given the current level of discussion, even if we fail in the final resurrection match, we'll still gain something."
There is still one hour before the resurrection match officially begins.
In other words, these ten artists who are trapped in a small space will have to continue to endure being shut down and listen to the abuse directed at them on the Internet.
In a sense, this is a kind of torture to their spirit.
However, netizens' attitude is mostly joking. After all, everyone understands that this is the program effect that is mutually agreed upon.
Zhou Yiyang touched his chin, looked at the online criticism of him, and said softly:
"These fans really don't understand what's going on. I only started it after all ten of them agreed to this approach."
"Maybe netizens think they're fragile?" Bai Yangyu smiled. "But don't they know that anyone who's been in the entertainment industry for so long wouldn't have a weak mental endurance?"
With the gimmick in place, the attention to the resurrection match is increasing.
At that moment, Guan Fei estimated that more than 200 million netizens around the world were watching this resurrection match.
The ten artists who were locked in the small room at this time also heard such news broadcasts from their headphones.
It can be said that as soon as this data came out, the anxiety they had just felt disappeared, and their mental exhaustion was instantly cured.
As the countdown went from one hour to the last ten seconds, Yue Shao and the other three put down their work and focused on watching the performance.
At this time, the ten people in the live broadcast room also received a notification from Zhou Yiyang:
"Next, it's time for everyone to grab the microphone."
"I know you've been locked up in there all this time. It must be very uncomfortable, right? So do you want to be the first to leave the small room?"
"The only way you can leave the room is to perform on stage. So when the countdown starts, please pay full attention."
"After the countdown ends, please make your choice."
Ten artists came from ten different countries, and different languages were heard in their headphones.
The only thing in common was that when they finished listening to Zhou Yiyang's words, they all stared intently at the red button in front of them.
The audience has now heard the rules of the show, and they have to admit that a resurrection match that had been forgotten by many people before, because of the competition system and scene set by Zhou Yiyang, actually made people full of interest to watch.
At this moment, they are like ancient nobles, watching the beasts in the Colosseum killing each other with blood-curdling eyes, and all want to get a chance to play.
The moment the countdown ended, a black hand pressed the button first and got the first chance to appear.
These are the players from the Asian and African regions.
"I heard that black people have a natural talent for singing," Tang Yue said. She had barely watched any competitions in the Asian and African regions, so she didn't know much about this person's abilities. "He should be a pretty good singer."
Su Yin shook her head: "It seems that the powerful black people have all gone to the two major competition areas of America and Europe."
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