Wang Xingrui first stroked her arms vigorously with her hands, which she said was to "get rid of my goose bumps."
Tang Yue, who was standing by, handed Su Yin paper while wiping away her tears vigorously.
Lin Xuan'er ran outside, and she seemed to be trying to calm herself down by standing in the corridor and enjoying the cold wind.
Su Yin sat alone in front of the TV. Even though there were a lot of toilet paper piled in front of her, she couldn't say a word.
Or rather, she didn't know what she should say to ease her current mood.
If possible, she would rather it was a late night when no one was around, at least she could lie in bed and listen to music silently, digesting her emotions silently.
"How about it?"
Someone placed a hand on Su Yin's shoulder and whispered softly in her ear:
"Are you feeling better?"
Su Yin turned around and found that the man was Zhou Yiyang.
So Su Yin immediately touched her face with her hands in panic and continued:
"Well, I, I'm almost there now."
The other person burst out laughing: "Don't be shy, in fact, I just passed by many rooms and heard crying sounds coming from them one after another."
"What about you, Brother Yang?"
Su Yin took the initiative and looked at Zhou Yiyang carefully, and soon noticed his red eyes.
At this time, Zhou Yiyang laughed to himself:
"Me? Yeah, I did feel touched. But you all know I'm the type of person who has a serious idol image, so I didn't really cry."
"So that's how it is." Su Yin bit her lip. "Brother Yang, can you secretly tell us how many votes Sister Wen Yuan got this time?"
However, Zhou Yiyang shook his head and completely avoided the question:
"I can't tell you for now. What's going on? Are you worried about losing your number one position?"
"How could that be?" Su Yin shook her head. "If possible, we have no objection to Sister Wen Yuan taking first place. She deserves it. Sister Wen Yuan's performance tonight was truly great."
"Yeah," Wang Xingrui took a few sips of water before slowly restoring her voice to its best condition. "I think Sister Wen Yuan's performance tonight was her best performance yet. Whether it was technique or emotion, I think she pushed it to the limit."
At this time, Zhou Yiyang smiled and patted their shoulders, then said:
"If she knew you said that, she would definitely be very happy. You should also work hard. You have noticed that everyone's level is actually online. As long as you choose the right song, the effect will be greatly different."
"But Brother Yang," Tang Yue stood up, seeming to have a completely different opinion on Zhou Yiyang's words: "Have you forgotten one thing? Apart from us and Sister Wen Yuan, no one else has you write songs for them!"
At this time, Zhou Yiyang burst into laughter. He couldn't help but give Tang Yue a thumbs up and said with a smile:
"Well, thank you Tang Yue, your words really touched my heart."
Tang Yue chuckled, and then said:
"Brother Yang, have those foreign singers come to you specifically to buy your songs?"
"Of course." Zhou Yiyang simply sat down on the sofa in their room, looking relaxed and contented. "And he offered me a price that I simply couldn't refuse. But do I really love money that much?"
Without waiting for others to volunteer to answer, Zhou Yiyang said seriously:
"Of course, I value the honor of our Huaxia region more, so I righteously rejected them."
After hearing what Zhou Yiyang said, the other four people had no choice but to start applauding him.
"But each of these people has unique skills. At least from what I know, several singers still have their trump cards unused. You should pay attention."
At this time, the four of them had come out of the mood of the song through these jokes.
Obviously, Zhou Yiyang came here specifically with this idea in mind.
Lin Xuan'er immediately raised her head confidently: "Of course we're not afraid. The four of us clearly have our trump cards, but we haven't used them yet!"
Tang Yue and Su Yin were stunned, wondering what other tricks they had left. But since everyone else was saying so, they could only agree.
After Zhou Yiyang left, Tang Yue took out her mobile phone and found that Wen Yuan was on the hot search list as expected.
"This song is so popular on Douyin!" Tang Yue didn't sound surprised at all. "I see a lot of people are using this song as a backdrop to tell their own stories."
"That's normal," Wang Xingrui said softly. "Both the performance and the theme of this song are very much in line with the public's aesthetic taste. It's both beautiful and moving. Anyone who listens to it will be infected by the emotions within. That's what's most important."
Su Yin smiled and continued:
"If I hadn't participated in the competition, I would have definitely posted on Weibo to promote this song."
As a singer, Wen Yuan only relaxed a little when she returned to her room and faced her agent.
"I couldn't control myself in the end," Wen Yuan sighed, and her tone seemed a little disappointed. "Shouldn't I have cried?"
The manager immediately shook his head: "How is that possible? Do you know how many people online gave our song high scores just because of your crying part at the end?"
"Really?" Wen Yuan looked a little unconvinced. "I thought netizens were going to say my singing was pretentious, that I only knew how to show off my skills but not how to express my feelings!"
"Of course not," the agent shook his head. "Now netizens think you handled your emotions really well. Some even say it's the best performance since the start of Worlds. Believe me, your vote count this time will definitely be high, and you'll definitely advance."
"Really?" Wen Yuan was clearly not as confident as she had been when she first entered the competition. "I don't have many fans voting for me, do I?"
"Who said that?" The agent shook his head. "We still have a lot of young fans. Most importantly, you've impressed a lot of people this time. Your popularity will be very high."
After hearing what her agent said, Wen Yuan finally calmed down.
"Thank you." Wen Yuan took a deep breath and then smiled: "Then I can look forward to the rest of the performance with a normal mind."
What Wen Yuan didn't know was that the person who performed after her had lost his composure.
At this moment, Aoki Gentoku's expression was no different from that of a dead fish.
He took a step forward with some desperation and began the performance like a clockwork robot.
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