My singer girlfriend is super fierce.

Shangjing City, evening, the hotel reserved by the "Sing Out New Voice" program team.

"Sing Out New Voice" has aired two episodes, and with the fermentation of hot search topics on Weibo, the popularity of the program has completely risen.

The hotel entrance was crowded. Looking over, there were long guns and short guns. At least dozens of large and small media gathered, plus fans who were watching the excitement, it was a sea of ​​people.

The hotel had to send security guards to maintain order and prohibit irrelevant people from entering the hotel, but the order outside the door could not be taken care of so much.

A taxi drove into the temporary parking passage, and many reporters and fans' eyes lit up and stretched their necks to see who got out of the car.

It was Li Su, who was dragging a suitcase out of the back seat.

"Alas." Everyone sighed obviously, but some material was better than nothing, and some entertainment reporters still set up their cameras and took a few photos.

"He is Ye Zhiqiu's roommate!"

Someone shouted, and the eyes of the reporters lit up, and several microphones were immediately extended to Li Su's mouth.

"Hello, contestant Li Su. What do you think of this team PK competition system?"

"Wang Nanchen has challenged Ye Zhiqiu. Do you think he will agree?"

"Who do you think will win?"

Questions were thrown one after another, almost all about Ye Zhiqiu. Li Su, who was shy, could not handle such a situation. He hesitated and could not speak for a while.

At this moment, a Mercedes-Benz MPV stopped in the driveway. A man in a suit ran down from the co-pilot and waited at the back door.

What kind of mentor is this? Everyone looked at him in confusion.

A man with a feminine appearance walked out, but it was Wang Nanchen.

"Ahhh! Wang Nanchen!"

"Wang Nanchen! I love you!"

"Hubby, you are the best~!"

Gathering outside the hotel, there were obviously many fans of Wang Nanchen, all of them were girls. The moment they saw Wang Nanchen, screams broke out.

A group of entertainment reporters were more excited than the fans. With a "boom", they all rushed to Wang Nanchen's side. Li Su, who was surrounded just now, was suddenly empty.

Dozens of microphones and recorders were crowded around Wang Nanchen's mouth.

"Mr. Wang Nanchen, what do you think of this PK?"

"You specifically asked for a PK with Ye Zhiqiu. Is it because of personal grudges? It is said that there was a conflict between you in the first episode."

"Ye Zhiqiu has not responded to any media channel yet. Do you think he will accept your challenge?"

"Ye Zhiqiu's strength in the first two episodes is obvious to all. Do you have confidence?"

Facing the wolf-like reporters, Wang Nanchen was obviously trained and seemed much calmer.

With his eyes slightly shifted, Wang Nanchen locked onto a media that has cooperated with Yinghong Entertainment. He smiled in a way that he thought was the most perfect smile and said, "The video on the Internet is true, but it doesn't mean anything. I have no personal grudge against him."

"Ye Zhiqiu is a strong opponent. Since we are going to compete, of course we have to choose the strongest player to challenge. This is why I issued a challenge. Of course, I hope he can accept the challenge."

"Finally, for this competition, I will reveal a little bit. I will not perform a singing and dancing song, but a lyrical song. I hope to have a fair duel with Ye Zhiqiu in the field he is good at. Thank you."

Every time Wang Nanchen said a word, the eyes of many entertainment reporters lit up, and the fans on the side were already climaxing.

"Ahhh, my husband is so handsome!"

"My husband, you are the best, you will definitely advance!"

"No matter what song you perform, we support you!"

Big news!

Everyone knows that Wang Nanchen's style and strengths are singing and dancing, and he is also the only singing and dancing player in the program group.

But this time, he chose to sing a lyrical song for the first time and go head-to-head with Ye Zhiqiu. Where did he get the courage?

But the reporters don’t care whether you win or lose, anyway, it’s full of gimmicks, and today’s article is ready.

Having achieved his goal, Wang Nanchen waved to the fans with a smile on his face, and after a scream, he walked into the hotel with satisfaction.

The reporters were excited, but they still gathered at the entrance of the hotel and didn’t disperse.

The other main person hasn’t appeared yet!

Ye Zhiqiu has no social media account, no agent, and even the means of transportation he takes is uncertain, and his itinerary is unknown.

But they know that as long as they come to the hotel entrance and wait, they will always be able to block it.

After nearly an hour, another taxi stopped in the temporary lane.

The reporters looked at it with a dull look and did not take any action.

Similar situations have happened three times, and each time it was not Ye Zhiqiu himself, and everyone was tired.

It’s eight o’clock in the evening! We haven’t eaten yet, can you come earlier!

Or, that guy has already arrived?

Impossible! They came here two days in advance to wait.

At this moment, a pair of long legs stepped out of the taxi, followed by a tall figure with a backpack.

It was Ye Zhiqiu who came late!

What the hell!

Ye Zhiqiu, who had just got off the car and yawned, was also shocked when he saw the exaggerated scene.

One person and a group of people looked at each other. In Ye Zhiqiu's astonished eyes, a group of entertainment reporters flashed their eyes as if they saw prey, their faces gradually twisted, and they rushed towards him.

Ye Zhiqiu hadn't reacted yet, and the next moment, he was trapped in the crowd.

"What are you doing... Wait... F*ck!"

If Ye Zhiqiu wanted to describe the situation at the scene, it would be the most crowded subway car on the morning rush hour, and it was difficult to even breathe.

Microphones and recorders swarmed towards Ye Zhiqiu. I don't know which bastard with more than a thousand degrees of myopia poked the pen into his nostrils.

"Mr. Ye Zhiqiu, may I ask..."

"Ye Zhi..."

The questions from the reporters came like a storm, and Ye Zhiqiu felt his ears buzzing.

He tried to squeeze out with his relatively strong body, but found it was futile. He finally pushed one person away, and someone else immediately filled the gap.

"I say! Get out of the way! Otherwise, I won't answer anyone!!!"

Ye Zhiqiu was so angry that he looked up to the sky and howled.

Perhaps the shout was too sad and angry, and the reporters finally calmed down a little. They looked at each other and took a half step back, but still surrounded Ye Zhiqiu in unison, fearing that he would run away.

Ye Zhiqiu took a few deep breaths and looked extremely embarrassed. His hair was messed up, his clothes were wrinkled, and he didn't know who stepped on his shoes, and they almost fell off.

Ye Zhiqiu's face turned black. He hopped on one foot a few times to put on his shoes. He said in a bad tone: "Five questions, raise your hands and ask!"

"Shua!"

As soon as the voice fell, a row of hands were raised, and Ye Zhiqiu casually clicked one.

The bald middle-aged man in a plaid shirt and thick glasses was surprised and poked the recorder in front of Ye Zhiqiu's face.

"Hello, Sun Entertainment. What do you think of Wang Nanchen's declaration of war?"

There was still a glimmer of crystal on the recorder. Ye Zhiqiu looked at it and saw that it was the pen that poked his nostrils just now. His face turned green.

"How to see it? Use your mobile phone!"

"Next!"