Backstage lounge.
The show hasn't officially started yet.
Xie Jinyan was half leaning on the sofa, holding the phone in his slender white fingers and playing with it over and over again, his eyes lowered, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.
"Oh my God, I'm your manager. I'm going to go on stage soon, and you didn't even tell me the song you're going to sing? How can this be acceptable?" Qi Xie was going crazy.
Although he had no doubts about Xie Jinyan's business ability, he should at least be honest with him, right?
However, Xie Jinyan didn't know what was going on this time. No matter how he asked, he didn't reveal a single word.
Even when he went to see the director, the director remained tight-lipped.
He only said that in order to make the show more interesting, all the mentors' programs this time were guaranteed to be safe. Since Yan Shen didn't say anything, he didn't say much.
It would be strange if Qi Bei did this.
It's so mysterious. Is this ancestor going to do something weird again?
Since the program has just started recently, many things have not been coordinated yet.
Moreover, the four mentors are going to have a show, which has caused quite a stir online, and the program team attaches great importance to it.
Even though it was not the program recording time, several mentors were often called by the program crew to discuss related matters.
Because of this, Xie Jinyan has not been as free as he expected recently, so naturally he has no time to go to the film and television city.
There has been low pressure for several days.
Qi Bei was worried that this ancestor would get unhappy one day and quit his job.
Thinking of this, Qi Xie swallowed unconsciously and looked at Xie Jinyan cautiously: "You really prepared a show, right?"
"Why, are you worried that I might be passive?" Xie Jinyan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, sneering, "Don't worry, the director is more afraid than you."
That's true.
Since the director doesn't seem nervous at all, I don't think anything will go wrong.
The show officially begins.
The first person to take the stage was Wen Jing, the only female mentor. She successfully ignited the atmosphere in the venue with her penetrating voice and explosive stage performance.
The current situation in the studio is broadcast live on the large display screen in the lounge.
The director switched the screen to the audience seats.
Fans screamed and waved light boards and banners in their hands, making it look even more spectacular than during previous recordings.
Qi Xie crossed his arms and clicked his tongue twice, "It seems like you have quite a few fans coming tonight."
Hearing this, Xie Jinyan curled the corners of his mouth.
He also subconsciously cast his eyes on the live broadcast screen. His cold face looked somewhat bored.
The camera quickly swept across the audience.
Qi Xie was sighing in his heart, but he saw that the man, who had originally shown no interest, suddenly sat up straight and stared at the screen with burning eyes.
"What's wrong?" Qi Bei asked curiously.
Seeing that Xie Jinyan didn't say anything, he looked at the screen again.
The camera has been switched back to Wen Jing.
As the music paused, she ended the performance with a powerful high note.
Qi Xie thought that Xie Jinyan was impressed by Wen Jing, so he nodded with a look of realization.
"Wen Jing's aura is still as steady as ever. No wonder she is the only female mentor on this show."
He hissed and subconsciously looked down at his arm.
"Oh my god, that last high note made my hair stand on end."
Qi Bei sighed to himself.
Suddenly, a low laugh came to my ear.
He looked up suddenly.
When I saw the curve of Xie Jinyan's lips, goose bumps instantly appeared all over my body!
Damn it.
This ancestor hasn't even given him a good look recently.
Now this is…
Are you laughing?
The low pressure that had been hovering around Xie Jinyan for the past few days had miraculously dissipated a lot.
Qi Ge looked horrified.
Next second.
The man has stood up from the sofa.
Those eyes that looked so affectionate at the dog now contained a hint of a faint smile.
The sky looked like it was turning from cloudy to sunny, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
"I'll go get ready first."
Qi Yu looked at Xie Jinyan's back in shock.
I thought about it over and over again but couldn't figure out why this ancestor was suddenly in such a good mood.
He turned to look at the screen suspiciously.
I couldn't help but wonder in my heart: It's amazing, Wen Jing's song has such magical power? !
…
Wen Jing㱕After the show ended.
The next person to come on stage was Zhong Xu, who sang a fast song, which was rare.
As soon as the song ended, the atmosphere in the entire studio was completely ignited.
Even Su Miaomiao was waving her hands wildly with excitement, "I didn't expect that Pei Xubao could sing fast songs so vigorously! Ahhhhhhhh I love it!"
Chen Zhi glanced at her leisurely: "Do you still remember that the sign in your hand is Xie Jinyan's?"
Su Miaomiao: “…”
She put her hand down angrily.
She looked around and luckily no one noticed her.
In order to show that she is a fan of Yan Shen, she coughed and pretended to be serious, "Speaking of which, where is Yan Shen? Next should be Yan Shen's show, right?"
The young girl sitting next to Su Miaomiao answered, "Not yet. I heard that Yanshen's show was scheduled for the last place."
The words fell.
The host's voice came again.
After she finished speaking, she was about to announce the next program when someone suddenly came up to her from the audience and whispered something in her ear.
There was a hint of surprise in the host's eyes.
After the staff left, she smiled mysteriously and continued, "Due to the temporary adjustment of the program order, the next mentor to come on stage is this one. I believe many audiences here have been looking forward to it for a long time."
"Please come in——Yanshen!"
As the host finished speaking, the lights in the venue suddenly dimmed.
There were whispers and excited voices all around.
Many people turned their phones to recording mode, waiting for Xie Jinyan to once again push the lively atmosphere in the venue to its peak.
On the stage, a beam of light fell.
It was different from the explosive stage that everyone imagined.
The man was holding a guitar, sitting quietly on a high chair, with one leg bent and the other leg casually open.
The moment the long fingers plucked the strings, everyone looked at them——
He slowly raised his eyelids and seemed to look in a certain direction.
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