Anykey

The posture of Qin Chen holding the microphone is very strange. He just holds the microphone with his thumb, index finger, middle finger and ring finger. Anyone who has held the microphone knows that the microphone is not as light as it looks. It flickered a few times, and finally fell on him again.

When Yang Cuihua found him out of the bag, she handed it over carefully with both hands. This is a heavy money of one million yuan.

Qin Chen stretched out his arms and looked calm.

But the sound of discussion slowly came from the auditorium. Qin Chen seemed to have lost his hearing. He stood firmly in the center of the stage with a strong aura around him. She sneered: "Stupid mortals, they will soon see what it means to have a voice with their knees smashed."

"I've been here before"

"Butalway shit the floor"

……

The barrage was almost empty for a few seconds, and then more dense barrages exploded on the screen crazily!

【I'm crying, how about you? 】

[I don’t know if my kneeling posture is standard or not]

【What are you waiting for?Kneel! ! ! 】

【May I line up first or just kneel down? 】

【Walking Humanoid Musical Instrument】

……

Yan Luo was stunned in front of the live TV. Qin Chen's voice was like the sea, and the high-pitched area could come and go freely. People can hear the original meaning of this song more clearly, and it can capture the hearts of the audience almost at once.

Qin Chen still sang "Writing'son the wall"

But Qin's characteristics can be heard immediately, which is far different from the previous two.

Qin Chen didn't intend to sing more at first, but he waved his hand to signal the band to stop after the first paragraph.

"I think everyone sang very well." Qin Chen nodded sincerely in the direction of the organizer, as if apologizing sincerely, Yang Cuihua spat, "Bah" nonsense.

Qin Chen handed his microphone to Yang Cuihua, and turned to use Saifang's in-ear headset, "I'm just taking advantage of everyone's help, so please don't worry about small details that have been mishandled."

Ms. Shen stared at Qin Chen calmly walking back, "... Is there anything you couldn't handle just now?" She didn't hear it.

Qin Chen was also very honest: "No, I just want to give the students some confidence."

Yang Cuihua & Ms. Shen & the other three mentors: "..."

[I think the students must want to cry now]

[Dream Crusher...Music dreams are gone forever]

【Great Demon King—Where did you dig this person out from? 】

……

The organizer was completely stuck, closed his eyes and told the host, "Insert an advertisement."

The host asked tremblingly, "How long?"

Organizer: "Come in for 5 minutes first."

During the 5-minute commercial time, the barrage was still alive and well, and Qin Chen’s information was copied in 5 minutes.

Qin Chen has been running in Europe and America all year round, and has high requirements for personal privacy, so it is difficult to find some useful information at this time.

Yan Luozai rewinded the live broadcast to watch himself and Wei Yangqing's performance, and comparing the same song with Qin Chen would turn into a complete disaster.

The three songs of the same song with different styles almost pushed Yan Luo and Wei Qingyang to the ground and rubbed them crazily.

Yan Luo touched his cheek, feeling a little pain.

"You must vote for Wei Qingyang?" Yang Cuihua took advantage of the intermission to run up to him and asked him, "What do you think?"

Qin Chen supported his head, typed the name "Yan Luo" on the phone, and replied casually, "I miss Yan Luo."

Yang Cuihua was stunned for a moment, and then looked at her boss with an unspeakable subtle look, "I never thought...you are such Mr. Qin."

Qin Chen didn't realize what he said, "What's wrong with me?"

There was an evil light in Yang Cuihua's eyes, "I like it, I assist, don't worry, nothing is in the way."

The organizer had no choice but to forcefully end such a farce in the sixteen-eight declaration.

Cooperating with the pale little faces of a group of students, they looked very energetic.

Wei Qingyang's face was extremely white.

Qin Chen felt that Yan Luo was the most pleasing to the eye among the leek-like students in front of him.

Yan Luo returned to the lounge, feeling weak all over, like having a high fever.

The assistant pushed the door tremblingly and came in, and apologized to Yan Luo with red eyes like fish bubbles as soon as he came in.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yan, it's all my fault..." The little assistant apologized to Yan Luo out of breath, sobbing, "I didn't expect that they could change the song an hour before the game... It's my fault, you punish me..."

Yan Luo closed his eyes weakly, "It's a good thing we got into the quarterfinals, it's okay."

The assistant sobbed and took out a document from behind, "Brother... I think Teacher Qin seems to value you very much, otherwise, why don't you go and get close to him?"

Yan Luo sighed softly, "How can a person like him value me?" The first time he saw Qin Chen, he felt that this person had an unusual temperament. The first sentence he introduced himself was "Qin Chen", as if he was sure that only himself It's like the name. Such a person must be very confident in himself and firm in his beliefs. Yan Luo guessed that he just couldn't understand the darkness in the circle and just said it casually.

He hesitated for a moment, but still accepted the lyrics handed over by his assistant. It was the song he was going to sing next time—"Feelinggood"

When Qin Chen arrived at the hotel, the time difference of thirteen hours would not be able to be turned around in one afternoon. He coughed twice. The journey and the poor air quality made his delicate throat a little uncomfortable.

"Tuk-tuk" knocked on the door twice, neither light nor heavy.

Qin Chen frowned, opened the wine glass on the table, poured two glasses of dried red wine, got up and went to open the door.

Yan Luo waited anxiously outside the door, holding the lyrics in his hands. Due to nervousness, the lyrics in his hands are now crumpled.

Qin Chen opened the door at once, but Yan Luo didn't notice, he was startled and jumped back like a rabbit, Qin Chen pursed his lips and didn't want to laugh out loud in front of him, "What's the matter?"

Yan Luo's eyes were always a little watery, Qin Chen was a little fascinated, he coughed, "Come in and say?"

Yan Luo nodded, and Qin Chen moved halfway to the door.

Yan Luo was a little nervous. When he bumped his head into Mr. Qin's arms, he never expected...that the other party has such attainments at such a young age.

His gaze couldn't help showing admiration, and Qin Chen uncomfortably brought him a cup of dried red wine, always feeling that he was like an old father under this gaze... Always let him look at Yan Luo's picture. The little face couldn't help it.

"Uh... I came here to ask Mr. Qin." Yan Luo stammered under the gaze of the other party: "Can you help me to read my next song."

Qin Chen was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that the other party came here at night because of this. He rubbed his chin and said regretfully: "I don't think so, after all, you can't open the back door, right?"

When Yan Luo heard the word "open the back door", his face turned red. His family education made him incapable of accepting such words, so he stood up quickly, "I'm really sorry... I'm leaving now, and I hope I didn't bring you a Too much trouble."

Qin Chen put one hand on his shoulder and exerted a little force, but Yan Luo couldn't stand still and fell into the bed with a plop.

Qin Chen: "..."

"Duk duk..." Yang Cuihua said in a particularly loud voice when there was no one around, "I'm here to send you materials."

With that said, he opened the door and walked in.

Cuihua: "Brother Qin, you want Yan Luo's information... oops, I found out that there are still a few missing, and I made a mistake. I'm sorry, sorry, I always feel dizzy when I learn Uruguayan recently~ let's go." Said Finished, walked back and forth step by step.

Qin Chen and Yan Luo: "..."

Qin Chen tried to break the embarrassment: "Go out for a drink?"

Yan Luo stood up, "Okay...can I help you get your clothes?"