Chapter 27 Ghost on Variety Show (9)
[A bad little Huai 886: Oh my, oh my, oh my~ Sun Qing is so embarrassed [sticks out tongue], he must have dug his toes into the ground, Ying Zhisheng's singing is way better than his.]
[No way! : Can you please respect the original singer! Can you please get out of here, Ying Zhisheng's crazy fans! ! No matter how good they sing, they can't compare to the original singer! !]
[isbevdkd: Lin Wang is so good at dancing. He initiated this challenge himself, but he was so scared that he couldn't even sing [snickering] [snickering]]
[About you: To be honest, Sun Qing's performance of "The Inequality of Restraint and Control" is really not pleasant to the ear. It doesn't have the melancholic and contradictory feel of Ying Zhisheng.]
[Lonely Handsome Patient: Hahahaha, Ying Zhisheng instantly charmed Sun Qing as soon as he opened his mouth. Even I, a man, admit that Ying Zhisheng is blessed with a great voice. It's so beautiful.]
[Marry your uncle: Jiang Huoda's singing was so bad, Lin Wang couldn't even sing a word, Jiang Huoda won without any effort... I'm no longer a fan, it's so shameful]
【lalalla: Lin, you are shameful! Lin, you are shameful! Get out of here now and stop dragging your brother down!】
[Oh cvvk: Ying Zhisheng's online voting data is inflated! This show is totally unfair! Unfair! Unfair!]
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A program was playing on the phone screen, with dense comments swishing across it. Assistant Tao was crouched in the corner of the lounge, watching intently when he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He casually scratched the screen with his fingers, not daring to look back.
His shoulders gradually became heavy, as if weighed a thousand pounds and were about to crush him to death.
The colder the air, the more eerie it feels.
Assistant Tao looked around in a daze. There was no one around, no one who could save him. The surroundings became blurry and indistinct. The evil spirit from Ying Zhisheng's house was following him...
"Assistant Tao." A staff member called him.
Assistant Tao was so frightened that his face turned pale as paper. He turned around and asked in shock, "What, what happened? What happened?"
"Brother Fuquan is looking for you."
In Assistant Tao's eyes, Fuquan and the evil spirit each possessed their own terrifying qualities. He nodded, tears welling in his eyes as he called his wife in a corner to confide in her. He, too, was a toiler, facing not only a grumpy boss but also the constant risk of living with a ghost.
When Assistant Tao arrived outside the venue and got into the nanny car and saw Fuquan with an unhappy look on his face, he knew something had happened.
"There's a ghost around Ying Zhisheng," Fuquan said. He had previously turned a blind eye to this matter and pretended not to know anything about it.
"Yeah, brother! Ghost! There is a ghost! I told you before, but you didn't believe me!"
Fuquan's eyes were dark and hard to read in the dim car. Suddenly, he scratched his hair in distress. "I know Lou Sheng. I knew him when I first started coaching Ying Zhisheng. Ying Zhisheng traveled thousands of miles to see him, running back and forth non-stop for a month. His fans even noticed him and posted it online, turning it into a trending topic. It cost us 150,000 to suppress the post."
"On this show, Ying Zhisheng brought the deceased Lou Sheng with him... He's truly insane! He threw away all the hard-earned achievements he'd achieved over the years! On the show, in front of millions of viewers, he flirted with a dead man!"
Fuquan seemed to see Ying Zhisheng, a dazzling galaxy behind him, yet he was walking towards a pitch-black abyss. This was his most outstanding and talented artist. Fuquan paused for a moment before adding, "Some netizens have already begun analyzing Ying Zhisheng's every word, gesture, and micro-expression frame by frame. Some clever ones have even guessed that there's a ghost around him."
"What should we do?" Assistant Tao was so anxious that he couldn't sit still. If Ying Zhisheng was unemployed, where would he find a job with a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan and less work for the boss?
Fuquan had originally planned to have Assistant Tao quietly throw the black package Ying Zhisheng was carrying away. But as the words reached his lips, he changed his mind. "Tell Ying Zhisheng to be more restrained."
We should pay attention to the flow of traffic and the distance we keep from the people around us when taking photos. Some people use a ruler to measure it bit by bit for comparison.
At the concert at the National Stadium that year, because he looked at a certain seat a few more times, there was a big fuss and people started to frantically try to figure out who he was looking at.
Fuquan was going to discuss the termination of several luxury goods endorsement contracts with Ying Zhisheng. He rushed over and told Assistant Tao to keep an eye on Ying Zhisheng, then had to rush to another province overnight.
After getting out of the car, Assistant Tao looked solemn. He had a premonition that if Brother Sheng kept that ghost around, something bad would happen sooner or later.
Laiwang hurried back to the venue, and on the way, Assistant Tao caught a few paparazzi lurking in the dark and taking pictures. When he entered the venue, Lin Wang was just giving his elimination speech. His voice was choked with emotion, and he frantically apologized to the audience and the band's fans.
It's really sad.
The powerful singing duo in the eyes of netizens, who have been in the music scene for nearly ten years to achieve their current success, has been destroyed in an instant.
Ying Zhisheng won his match against Sun Qing easily, without even a ripple. Originally ranked second, not far behind Zhang Xing, Ying Zhisheng was thrust into first place after winning the points competition.
Liu Qifeng couldn't wait to ask, "Zhisheng, we have a week to prepare. What kind of songs do you plan to perform for us next time we meet? Can you tell us?"
"I haven't decided yet."
Stroking the earphone with his fingers, Ying Zhisheng saw Lou Sheng yawning against the wall. Bashuo hurriedly tried to move over with the baby ghost in his arms, but was ruthlessly blocked by Lou Sheng's outstretched hand.
Liu Qifeng noticed his distraction and coughed before continuing, "Next is our interactive session. Friendship comes first, competition comes second. Please look at the twelve questions from netizens on the big screen."
"Okay, the first question is for our Jian Qian. An anonymous netizen asked, how did Jian Qian, with her talent and status, have the courage to participate in the show? Is she trying to go the black-and-red route?"
Jian Qian was stunned at first by such an offensive question, but then she took a deep breath and replied calmly, "I only participated in the show because I lack the talent. I need to clearly understand the gap between myself and other singers. I don't want to just sing songs like 'I love you, baby, I love you' all my life. I also want to sing songs that are profound and full of artistry."
Liu Qifeng gave her an appreciative look, and then turned his attention again to Jiang Huoda, one of today's winners.
"Teacher Jiang, what do you think of the comment from netizens about a song that will last a lifetime? Netizens commented that if the TV series wasn't such a classic, your song wouldn't have become such a hit and even won runner-up at the Golden Melody Awards."
Jiang Huoda gritted his teeth, maintained a smile and said, "I'm very proud that I can make a living from one song. Some people want to do the same but don't even have the chance."
Lin Chi asked: "For example, who? Who on the stage doesn't have a representative work?" Even Jian Qian, the few brainless sweet songs she sang were perfect for background music in short videos.
Jiang Huoda choked and muttered loudly while holding the microphone: "It seems that Lin Chi bears a grudge against me." He successfully changed the topic, which was enough to foresee how fierce the bloody storm on the Internet would be tonight.
Liu Qifeng, a host who has seen countless people, is accustomed to this kind of overt and covert infighting. He mentioned the volume and asked Ying Zhisheng, "Zhisheng, fans are very curious. The songs you arrange, write, and compose have won countless awards and are all classics. Where do you get your inspiration from?"
I'm here to find out about your relationship experiences and find topics to talk about.
Ying Zhisheng leaned slightly to the side, his nose high and jawline smooth. His Adam's apple rolled as he whispered, "Myself."
The whole audience was in an uproar, with barrages of comments surging wildly and densely. The screen was full of "Ahhhhhhhhh" and "Is this true?" The Chinese characters were stacked on top of each other, and it was impossible to make out their meaning without careful observation.
The program crew didn't expect such an explosive topic. Liu Qifeng was stunned for more than ten seconds, not knowing whether to continue asking about this topic.
Sun Qing helped to pick up the conversation: "Ex-boyfriend?"
"No." Ying Zhisheng raised his eyes and seemed to casually glance at someone in the corner.
"No way, Zhisheng isn't still a pure boy, is he?" Sun Qing said with a hint of sarcasm. A lot of people online were convinced that Ying Zhisheng was a simple man too young to understand love, a self-deception. They didn't see any contradiction in the fact that he had written so many love songs but didn't understand love.
Sun Qing pretended to be gossipy and asked, "Does Zhisheng still have his first kiss?"
From a long distance, Ying Zhisheng's eyes met the dazed Lou Sheng.
"It's long gone."
"And they don't even give me a name."
At this moment, Fuquan, who was lying in the car watching the show, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and stared at the live broadcast in disbelief, making a sharp explosion.
"What is he saying—who can tell me what he is saying!!!"
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