This isn't the first time Yimu has been muted.
He had been persuaded by Bei Zhu the previous times and had managed to hold back.
But this isn't the first time. He has made it clear that if they don't want him to speak, they should just terminate the contract.
The contract they signed with the production team did not stipulate that Yi Mu had to mute his microphone.
Without warning, he stood up, turned to look at the production crew members not far away, and asked expressionlessly, "What do you mean?"
Everyone knows that Yimu is a big name, but no one expected that he would directly confront the program team.
The show's director came on stage, pulled Yi Mu aside, and said with a wry smile, "Big star, this is a newcomer that the station is promoting. Just turn a blind eye to him. You don't need to praise him. Just give him a few mediocre comments."
Yi Mu refused, stepping aside with an air of non-negotiability: "No, he sings terribly. Either you tell him to stop trying to get attention from me."
He was a wildly popular superstar, while the newcomer the station was promoting was still uncertain whether he would become famous.
Yi Mu had already conceded. The director hesitated for a moment. Although he lost a potential bombshell, it was still worth it to get Yi Mu to obey.
"Alright, let's discuss this. Just make sure you don't say anything outrageous later."
Their production team was scared. The online criticism was overwhelmingly negative, but Yi Mu's popularity was undeniable. Nowadays, it's not easy for TV programs to get high ratings, but with him around, at least they didn't have to worry about viewership.
Unless absolutely necessary, the production team will not abandon Yimu as a pawn.
The show continued recording, and the next few performances were all uninteresting. Yi Mu was so bored that he was about to doze off.
Suddenly, a clear voice rang out.
Yi Mu dozed off and ran away.
He opened his eyes and saw a chubby boy standing in the middle of the stage, holding the microphone with a slightly restrained posture, and the voice coming from his mouth.
Tang Rong was a contestant who was relegated from the first round of the competition by Yi Mu and the King of Songs.
He was unremarkable in appearance, short in stature, and a little chubby. His clothing and style were also nowhere near as good as the other contestants.
However, he has a voice that can amaze the ears; his singing is like it came from outer space, ethereal and clear, very pure.
He's incredibly talented; he can sing beautiful songs even without accompaniment.
If there's anything about this lousy show that interests Yi Mu, it's definitely this guy named Tang Rong.
Listening to him sing is a pleasure; his voice is like a remedy for bad moods. As long as you listen to him sing, your restless heart will involuntarily calm down.
Yi Mu tapped his feet to the rhythm, and by the end of the performance, a smile finally appeared on his face.
No one spoke, for fear of disturbing the boys' performance.
After the song was finished, Yi Mu took the lead and was the first to applaud.
Loud applause also erupted from the audience, including many actors planted by the production team.
The production team needed to ensure the recording wouldn't be dull, so they recruited many actors in advance to clap and liven up the atmosphere when necessary.
In the previous few performances, their applause was loud, but it was mostly perfunctory.
This time, the applause was genuine. Compared to the third person's chanting, Tang Rong's voice could move people's souls, reminding them of past regrets and bringing tears to their eyes.
When it came time for the judges to score, Yi Mu pressed "pass" without hesitation.
Tang Rong gave him a shy smile, a smile filled with gratitude.
The King of Singers also gave Tang Rong a high evaluation, believing that he could definitely make it through this program and become an excellent singer.
The dance king felt that Tang Rong was too nervous on stage. He seemed unprepared and rushed onto the stage, which was somewhat disrespectful to the stage, so he gave him a cross.
The last one, Leng Jia, she didn't say anything, just pressed the X, and only gave one comment.
"I don't know if you realize you're on TV. Even if you're not particularly sensitive about your clothes, you shouldn't be so sloppy as to wear two socks of different colors."
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