I'm really an emotional anchor

Chapter 215
The daily voting of the music festival is still going on, but No.1 has no suspense.

Although Pu Shengxi was a little disappointed, there was a feeling in his heart that it was indeed so.

But Jin Shengxi was a little dissatisfied. Looking at the comments on the Internet, there was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

It is true that he is a very popular singer in East Korea, but his family knows his affairs.

Compared with my predecessors, I still lack a lot of things.

Especially with regard to the work, it cannot be compared with it.

East Korea is not big, so domestic competition is under great pressure.

This is also why he values ​​the Hong Kong City Music Festival so much.

Because if he wins the ranking here, let's not talk about the domestic situation, at least in China, won't he have a foundation of popularity?
It's just that if you get No.2, this result is useless at all.

Why do you say that?
This also starts from the combination last year.

"Bad Boys" is the name of that group. After taking No.2, they returned to East Korea. What awaited them was not honor, no applause, but disbandment.

Cruel?
cruel.

Many people don't understand this, including Kim Seung Hee.

But his agent told him that he was looking for a scapegoat.

Domestic public opinion has risen, but the result is that the game is off. Such a result is absolutely unacceptable if it is not about them, but about the people.

After all, musicians can't offend, so they can only deal with singers.

And now, it's his turn.

Thinking of the manager's words, Jin Shengxi's eyes became cold.

He was still young, and he didn't want to be hidden in the snow after he went back.

Now it seems that there are only two ways, the first is to get No.1.

As for the second, that is to find a scapegoat.
Thinking of this, Jin Shengxi felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

He opened his Weibo and called on fans to vote for him, creating a positive atmosphere.

Although I know I can't win, I still have to do this.

And what happens next is up to him.
The selection of singers for the music festival has entered the last day, and Lin Mu and his party are all doing nothing.

First, they went together in the morning to increase the popularity of the Hanfu performance, and in the afternoon, they acted separately.

But at this time, Chu Zihua received a call from the old man.

"Huahua, where are you?"

"Grandpa, we are in Hong Kong City!"

"I know you are in Hong Kong City, so I am too!"

Old man Chu Changshun had a smile on his face.

"Are you there?"

Chu Zihua was surprised.

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the hotel.

"Grandpa, why are you here too!"

Grandpa Chu Changshun looked at Chu Zihua, pretended to be angry and said, "What's wrong, can't I come?"

Chu Zihua looked helpless, old boy, old boy, this is what he was talking about.

Fortunately, the old man didn't continue to tease the two of them, so he explained his purpose for coming here.

"Do you want Xiaomu to sing "The Drunken Concubine" on stage?"

"Yes, I have already reported it!"

Lin Mu: "."

Old man, your operation is so slippery.
Although Chu Zihua was mostly helpless, he could only look at Lin Mu at this time.

Lin Mu laughed, "Then hurry up!"

Only then did the old man laugh.

On the road, he told the two that originally this song was intended to be sung by Lin Mu's idea and a child who studied opera, but for some reason, he had to think of a way.

It just so happened that the "Great Wind Blowing" sung by the two of them became very popular in the past two days, which gave the old man an idea.

So I asked someone to report my name first, and then rushed here.

After hearing the old man's explanation, Chu Zihua said helplessly: "Then there's no need for you to come, just tell us directly!"

But the old man shook his head and said: "How can I do that, I don't worry if I don't come!"

Seeing the worry on Chu Zihua's face, he explained: "I'm not here alone, there are also theater staff!"

At this point, Chu Zihua was relieved.

The old man is getting old, so it's really worrying to come out alone.

Lin Mu also praised the old man's thoughts.

To be honest, the old man has been on this opera all his life.

When I am old, I will still do my part for the promotion of opera.

"But singing at this time, I guess the awards are enough!"

Lin Mu took over the conversation and said something.

The old man laughed, looked at Lin Mu and said, "I don't care about the awards, as long as the song has some influence."

Then it will be fine.

"However, Xiaomu, there is something I still need to discuss with you."

Lin Mu was startled, and then said, "Grandpa, tell me!"

The old man was a little embarrassed, but he still said, "When singing, can you wear makeup and sing?"

Although Lin Mu was a little puzzled, he nodded and said, "No problem, Grandpa!"

There was no words all the way, after arriving at the backstage.

The old man greeted Qiu Lijian, and then he called Lin Mu into the dressing room.

When Lin Mu saw the costume, he was a little indifferent, but when the makeup artist put on his makeup and then put him in the costume, Lin Mu suddenly panicked.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Mu shielded his chest with both hands, and asked puzzledly.

"Put on makeup!"

The makeup artist is confident.

Lin Mu was a little speechless, why did he install this thing on himself?
"Didn't the old dean tell you that this is a female costume!"

"Female, women's clothes?"

"It's a female costume!"

Makeup artist explained.

Lin Mu was speechless, didn't this mean something?

"Can you not wear it?"

The makeup artist was also speechless, "What do you think?"

"I can feel it!"

The make-up artist looked at Lin Mu's serious appearance, and couldn't help being taken aback, and then shouted: "Dean Chu"

"Come on, I'll wear it!"

Seeing him calling for someone, Lin Mu had to give in.

Now close your eyes and let this man do what he wants
Seeing him like this, the makeup artist nodded in satisfaction.

After about 10 minutes, I heard this person say: "Okay!"

Only then did Lin Mu open his eyes and look at the figure in the mirror.

"Drunk, is this me?"

Lin Mu looked at the woman in the mirror speechlessly, and couldn't help being a little dazed.

The makeup artist heard the words, and said proudly: "How about it, isn't it good!"

Lin Mu closed his eyes helplessly, and wanted to scratch his hair with his hands, but when his hand was about to touch the bead flower on his head, he was beaten by the makeup artist.

"No, don't touch it, or you will have to work hard!"

Well, Lin Mu didn't want to talk.

Get up and go out.

Seeing Chu Zihua talking to the old man and Qiu Lijian, Lin Mu ignored him and went straight to the exit.

Because it was a temporary registration, Lin Mu didn't have to wait for the host to sign up, he just went up when he was ready.

Anyway, there are not many people now.

Those who choose to come on stage this afternoon are either showing their faces or they are related parties.

So when everyone gets along, there is nothing dirty about it.

After stepping onto the stage, Lin Mu picked up the microphone, coughed twice, and said, "A piece of "The Drunken Concubine" is for you!"

(End of this chapter)