I thought I was the first gourd in the camp

It wasn't until the shouts of the audience below subsided that He Sihan stepped onto the stage.

He Simeng and others also stood beside Lu Zhaomian.

He Sihan walked over with the microphone in his hands, his gaze stayed on Lu Zhaomian's lips for a few seconds, then he turned his head and gestured to the staff, who bent over and quickly ran up to the stage and handed He Sihan a pack of tissues.

He Sihan took out a piece of paper and handed it to Lu Zhaomian, asking, "Is this really hurt?"

"Yeah." Lu Zhaomian lowered her head and wiped off the blood, reached out to touch her teeth, and said in a helpless tone, "This denture is a little bit sharper than I imagined."

"Indeed." He Simeng agreed, and touched his own, "But it's quite realistic."

He Sihan swept around the contestants who stood neatly in a row, and praised without hesitation: "You performed very well, really well."

In fact, He Sihan knew very well that this group was under a lot of pressure. It was really difficult for them to have stage effects and be unconventional.

Especially with so much going on during training.

He Sihan's gaze fell on Lu Zhaomian again.

But they still gave him a big surprise.

He Sihan suddenly didn't know what to say, looked at the sweaty players for a long time, raised the microphone to his lips several times, but didn't say anything.

"Why do I feel that pd's expression is a bit strange?"

The contestants in the waiting room also recovered after the shock, and stared at the rebroadcast screen to read the instructor's comments. When they saw He Sihan in this state, they couldn't hold back their mouths to express their confusion.

"I also feel, wow, this is not like pd."

They all respect He Sihan very much. He Sihan has a strong professional ability and is responsible. Every time they comment on them, he hits a red heart and hits the point directly. For He Sihan's comments, he was afraid that he would scold him for not doing well.

No matter how good the performance was, He Sihan would only compliment her restrainedly.

They had never seen such a gaffe of He Sihan.

"I can understand it. PD was drafted at the beginning, and he really respects the stage. It's normal to feel a little bit in the face of such an excellent and amazing stage."

He Sihan raised the microphone again, stretched out his hand to push his glasses, turned to face the instructor's seat, and said, "Let's ask the instructors to comment on the performance of the original dance group."

"Come on, is there anything Teacher Yu wants to say?" He Sihan asked.

Yu Chenwu took the microphone and sighed heavily, and said quietly: "Young people are awesome."

Yu Shenwu's sad and mournful face was captured by the camera, and it was enlarged on the big screen in a shameless way.

The audience in the audience was still jumping around excitedly, but when they looked up, they saw Yu Shenwu's sad face on the big screen, and couldn't help laughing on the spot.

Yu Shenwu: "...Can you save me some face?"

The director cut the shot to save face.

Lu Zhaomian's face was enlarged on the big screen again.

The fair face is lined with bright lips, red lips and white teeth, as beautiful as a big doll.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Lu Zhaomian!"

"Xiaolu marry me!"

The audience in the audience was caught off guard by the beauty attack, and became excited again.

The players in the waiting room were terrified.

After Mo Tingxing came to his senses, he listened, turned his head to look at the only acquaintance beside him, and said with some hesitation: "The one who said that Xiaolu will marry me is a buddy, right?" That voice sounded a little rough.

Zhuang Zhi lowered his head and was fiddling with the brooch. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at Mo Tingxing, his eyes were very cold.

Mo Tingxing: "...ha, haha, I got it wrong."

After Mo Tingxing finished speaking, he turned back with his neck stuck.

Zhuang Zhi raised his eyelids to look at the broadcast screen, his gaze precisely stayed on Lu Zhaomian, and he clenched his hand holding the brooch a little.

Just as Yu Shenwu was about to speak, he was blocked by the audience's shouts. After it gradually quieted down, He Sihan signaled to Yu Shenwu that he could continue talking, and Yu Chenwu said like playing a child's temper: "Hmph, I won't say anymore, next one!"

The audience laughed disdainfully.

Yu Shenwu wasn't really angry, he made a joke before starting to comment seriously: "Wow, your group is really outstanding, it's amazing, really, I still haven't calmed down yet."

"Xiao Lu Yigong is the first to appear." Yu Chenwu said again, "This time he is the last, but he is still very good. Does this mean that the order of appearance does not have that much influence?"

Yu Shenwu looked at the lens with a half-smile.

The contestants who perfectly received this look in the waiting room: "..."

After Yu Shenwu finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Li, blinked at Xiao Li, and signaled that it was his turn.

Xiao Li stared straight at Lu Zhaomian for a long time, when Lu Zhaomian was getting goosebumps, Xiao Li suddenly spoke.

"Lu Zhaomian, this is already the Second Duke."

Lu Zhaomian was stunned for a second, then nodded in confusion, "Yes."

"There's only one last performance left, don't you really think about rapping?"

Lu Zhaomian: "...Huh?"

Xiao Li looked sad, "Is your three public elections rap good? Don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

Lu Zhaomian: "..."

He Sihan glanced at Xiao Li indifferently, then turned to Lu Zhaomian and said, "Don't talk to him."

Yu Shenwu also covered Xiao Li's mouth cooperatively, and said through gritted teeth: "This mentor, please don't openly interfere with the competition, okay?"

Xiao Li: "No, no, no."

He Sihan didn't bother to talk to him, and directly faced the audience, saying: "Next, we will enter the voting session. Each audience has the right to vote for their favorite contestant. After the voting channel is opened, you can start voting."

After He Sihan finished speaking, he blinked at Lu Zhaomian who was standing beside him.

Lu Zhaomian realized instantly, raised the microphone and said, "I am the No. [-] contestant, Lu Zhaomian."

"I am number two, He Simeng."

"Number three, Fu Zheng."

......

After Lu Zhaomian and others finished introducing themselves, He Sihan said, "The voting channel is now open."

A 60-second countdown appeared on the big screen.

"Then it's our turn to canvass votes now?" Lu Zhaomian asked.

He Sihan twitched his eyebrows and nodded slightly, indicating that he could start canvassing.

He Si dreamed that He Sihan nodded, immediately picked up the microphone, and said imitatively: "Please, please vote for us, don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

Xiao Li who was connoted: "..."

"A small road!"

"Okay, okay, let Xiaolu kneel down and beg you." He Simeng didn't even bat an eye.

Lu Zhaomian: "???"

"Are you talking about cross talk here?" He Sihan said bluntly, "Seriously, canvassing votes."

He Simeng: "...Then let's come to Xiaolu." He can't seriously canvass for votes.

Lu Zhaomian took the microphone, and his mind went blank for a moment, he can't do serious canvassing either.

Lu Zhaomian lowered his eyes and thought for a while, glanced at the countdown on the big screen, and said, "I hope everyone likes our performance, please vote for us."

"Ahhh!"

"Who can resist Xiaolu acting like a baby!"

"Help, vote, I vote, I vote now!"

He Sihan was silent for a while, glanced at Lu Zhaomian, and then at the excited audience.

Is this a serious canvassing?

The 60-second countdown is over.

He Sihan received a signal from the staff, Chaolu Zhaomian and the others said: "The number of votes will be announced at the end. Now you can go back to the waiting room to rest and wait for the final result."

After watching Lu Zhaomian and others leave the stage, He Sihan turned to face the audience and said, "This is the end of the second performance of "Let's Form a Group."

"Every audience, please leave the venue in an orderly manner under the guidance of the staff..."

Lu Zhaomian and others got off the stage and followed the staff back to the waiting room. As soon as they opened the door of the waiting room, they were scared by the cheers of the players inside and retreated tactically.

"Damn it, scare me." He Simeng subconsciously grabbed Lu Zhaomian with both hands, and pulled Lu Zhaomian back a step.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, your group."

"It's a defeat, a fiasco. Your team is probably going to be the best again."

"The votes were announced together this time, right? It's over, public execution."

"Hey, don't say that, don't bully us, our team is not bad."

Lu Zhaomian and others struggled to squeeze out from the crowd.

Mo Tingxing waved to Lu Zhaomian, and then patted the seat next to him.

Lu Zhaomian glanced in that direction, just in time to see Zhuang Zhi lowering his head and pinning the brooch on his coat.

Lu Zhaomian subconsciously looked down at himself.

"Sit." Mo Tingxing moved a little further to the side, making room for He Simeng who came over.

"Sure, you guys." Mo Tingxing turned his head sideways to look at Lu Zhaomian and He Simeng, "I'm going for the first place again this time."

"That is, we must be the number one." He Simeng said without humility.

"The first is our group, tsk, Zhuang Zhi's group is a bit tricky." He Simeng analyzed, "No, the first is ours, Zhuang Zhi is the second."

"As for your group, let's take the third row." He Simeng raised his chin and tapped Mo Tingxing's shoulder with his finger.

Mo Tingxing: "...Your tone really deserves a beating."

He Simeng laughed heartlessly, "Low-key, low-key."

"I can't wait, ah, why isn't my brother here yet, come and announce the votes!" He Simeng wailed.

As soon as the words were finished, footsteps could be heard faintly outside the door, and the players in the waiting room fell silent instantly, and the footsteps outside the room became more and more clear.

"Here we come." He Simeng suddenly became nervous again, and stretched out his hand to tug on Mo Tingxing's sleeve.

He Sihan pushed open the door of the waiting room under the eyes of all the people, and stood beside the rebroadcast screen under everyone's scorching gaze.

"Clap clap clap."

The contestants clapped spontaneously, suppressing their deafening heartbeats.

After the applause subsided, He Sihan raised the microphone.

"I think everyone knows what I'm here for."

"Know!"

"Announce the number of votes."

He Sihan smiled slightly after hearing the answer, and continued: "That's right, the rules have changed this time, and the rules for publishing votes are also different from Yigong."

"Next, please stand in line according to the original group, vocal group and dance group."

Um?Isn't it announced directly?Why are you still doing these rituals?

The players stand in line according to the instructions at a loss.

Next to Lu Zhaomian is Zhuang Zhi.

Both of them were dressed in white clothes, with a delicate brooch pinned to their chests, they really looked like couples at first glance.

He Sihan couldn't help but glanced at them.

After noticing it, the cameraman subconsciously turned the camera to where He Sihan was looking.

"Do you know why I made this arrangement?" He Sihan asked, looking away.

"do not know."

He Sihan sneered, "Because your director thinks there is not enough material, let me create suspense when I announce the votes."

Players: "..."

Zhou Chenghai who just entered the door: "..."

Zhou Chenghai's forehead twitched, stretched out his hand and pulled the staff next to him, and said indifferently, "Deduct the money for him."

He Sihan didn't notice Zhou Chenghai at the door at all, and continued to walk through the process.

He Sihan glanced at Lu Zhaomian and asked, "Lu Zhaomian, which group's ranking do you want to know the most?"

Lu Zhaomian said without hesitation, "Our team."

"Then let's announce the ranking of the Mo Tingxing group first." He Sihan took a step back, spread his hand and pointed at the big screen, "Please look at the big screen."

Lu Zhaomian: "..."

Mo Tingxing: "?"

The moment He Sihan pointed to the big screen, a blue form suddenly appeared on the screen.

The contestants held their breath and watched the screen flash for a few seconds, and then Mo Tingxing's name appeared on the first line of the third line.

"what!"

"Damn it, we're third!"

The players in Mo Ting Xing's group reacted much faster than He Sihan, they jumped up before He Sihan announced, dragging the players next to him to show off wildly.

"Old Mo, congratulations, No.3." He Simeng leaned over to bump into Mo Tingxing meanly, "I guessed it right, you really are the third."

Lu Zhaomian also smiled at Mo Tingxing, "Congratulations."

Mo Tingxing rubbed the shoulder that hurt from being hit by He Simeng, then turned his head to look at He Simeng, "Then I hope you guessed everything right."

"What do you mean, you." He Simeng muttered, "Our group must be number one."

Mo Tingxing said helplessly: "Your group is indeed excellent, but Zhuang Zhi's group is not bad either. If we only look at the audience's feedback, the audience's enthusiasm for that group is no worse than your group."

He Simeng choked up a bit.

Mo Tingxing said again: "A person like me who focuses on dancing thinks his group's vocals are really amazing. It's a bit uncertain. It depends on the taste of the audience, and..."

And this time your group really took a bit of a slant. Although this stage style is very special, but because it is special, it is impossible to judge whether it will be accepted by most of the audience.

Mo Tingxing thought for a while, then swallowed the sentence back.

"But your group is always in the top two." Mo Tingxing analyzed it calmly, and after seeing He Simeng's expression collapsed, he comforted him helplessly.

He Sihan continued to announce the rankings, and I don't know if it was intentional, no matter how many people cue to Lu Zhaomian, saying they want to know the ranking of Lu Zhaomian's group, in the end He Sihan deliberately fooled them.

The rankings on the big screen became more and more complete, and gradually only three groups remained unannounced.

After asking the contestants in the third group which group they want to know the ranking of, that contestant glanced at Lu Zhaomian and Zhuang Zhi, struggled for a few seconds and said, "Zhuang Zhi's group."

All eyes on the scene were focused on Zhuang Zhi.

Lu Zhaomian also turned her head to look at Zhuang Zhi.

Zhuang Zhi didn't care about other people's gazes, and turned his head to meet Lu Zhaomian's.

Inexplicably, Lu Zhaomian felt that Zhuang Zhi's eyes seemed to be on her lips.

"Are you nervous?" Zhuang Zhi asked softly.

The big screen started to flicker again, the first row and the second row went on and off one after another, then went off and on again.

Lu Zhaomian's eyes were instantly attracted by the big screen.

"A little bit." Lu Zhaomian said honestly.

He does have stress.

After all, the opponent is Zhuang Zhi.

Lu Zhaomian didn't turn her head, she just stared at the big screen without moving, and unconsciously clenched her hands on the chair.

Zhuang Zhi seemed to laugh.

Lu Zhaomian hesitated for a moment whether he should look back at Zhuang Zhi or continue to stare at the big screen.

Before Lu Zhaomian could think about it, he felt Zhuang Zhi's hand pat the back of his neck.

"Don't be nervous, No.1 must be yours."

Lu Zhaomian was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously prepared to turn around to look at Zhuang Zhi, when the big screen was completely lit up, and the words "Lu Zhaomian" suddenly appeared on the first row.

He Sihan raised the microphone and looked in Lu Zhaomian's direction.

"Congratulations."

"Lu Zhaomian team, first."

The author has something to say:

"Don't be nervous, No.1 must be yours."

大胆推测一下这句话的深刻内涵，不要太内敛，庄哥就是这么土。（doge）感谢在2021-07-1119:21:00~2021-07-1316:12:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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