The national men's team debuted!

Backstage of "The King of Songs Sings Sings", the third dressing room.

"Hiss..." When the wig provided by the program team was inseparably connected with Ye Yiwei's own real hair again, his expression of "don't disturb the idlers" could no longer be maintained.

A hair stumps a hero.

While rubbing his scalp, Ye Yiwei carefully removed the wig from his head.

He hated his hair for being so healthy.

Almost sweating after tossing, Ye Yiwei finally separated those little hooks from his scalp.

Ye Yiwei took a long breath, and flicked his short hair that had reached the pinna.

In order to meet Lin Xiangnan himself at the final charity dinner, Xiu Si finally agreed to the invitation of the show.

Fortunately, the topic of this program is not too high.

Moreover, they are not the protagonists of the show this time.

As the trend of public aesthetics has changed in recent years, more programs have focused their attention on some little-known singers who are in need of becoming popular.

The main guests of "Song King Sing Sing Sing" are all old artists who were once popular singers.

Xiu Si and the others came to participate in the performance, mainly to cooperate with the seniors as stage assistants, and at the same time ensure some hot topics.

But Xiu Si and the others had just moved to the backstage of the show, and Ye Yiwei was directly selected as an assistant guest by an old-timer in the music industry because of his too suitable appearance and temperament.

This time, he needs to play an artist with a slightly cold personality in this song and dance show.

"Actor in his true colors." Qiao Huan commented truthfully after Ye Yiwei was caught by the old senior.

"Don't be popular." Zhuo Yang also sent him the most sincere blessings, "Please break the character setting appropriately, come on."

"I hope so..." Ye Yiwei sighed helplessly, and resigned himself to turning over the script in his hand.

According to the old-timer's design, the artist has long hair, and the old-timer plays an exquisite wig weaver.

"As long as you act in a well-regulated way, it's fine, don't make any mistakes."

"Hair is so long, I'm really not used to it..."

Ye Yiwei looked at himself in the mirror whose brow bone was covered by bangs, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to push it aside.

But his bangs had their own ideas, and after a while, they fell very silky in front of his eyes.

tsk...

If it wasn't for looking more gregarious, Ye Yiwei really wanted to shave his hair back to the standard in the team.

"Hello, this is the artist backstage, you can't enter..."

The staff outside asked in surprise.

Ye Yi was not immediately alert.

They were blocked at the stairs by two proxy shooters before, those people won't come back again...

however.

Ye Yiwei's dark eyes were filled with surprise when he looked at the person who pushed the door through the mirror.

Did he read it right? !

Right now, this young boy with a shaved face and a smile when he sees himself is really the only guy in their dormitory who is serious about his career, Baijike? !

"It was so hot... I cut my hair when I went out."

Baijike was a little embarrassed by Ye Yiwei's stare, and explained with his head down.

Ye Yiwei did not believe Baijike's words.

"Why do you suddenly want to cut your hair and still cut it like this?"

He turned his head and looked suspiciously at Bejik who had changed himself into a new look without saying a word.

Seeing that his blue scalp was about to be exposed, Ye Yiwei frowned more and more.

"Aren't you afraid of..."

"Don't be afraid, I think this kind of stage effect is better." Baijike said sincerely, "The length of our hair is not suitable. If the wig falls off on the stage, will it be an accident?"

Ye Yiwei still frowned and looked at him.

"Brother Ye..."

"to be frank."

Seeing that the other party didn't believe him at all, Baijike had no choice but to lower his head and explain honestly.

"Didn't I leave a little late yesterday, guess what I saw?"

"I can't guess." Ye Yiwei lowered his eyelids, and murmured in his heart.

Today is the last rehearsal, why did he suddenly change his image?

Doesn't he know that such a look is not popular in the entertainment circle?

It is simply impossible to get out of the circle with such a shape.

What's more... His social fear hasn't recovered yet, and every time he is chased and intercepted by fans, he will be shocked.

How important this opportunity was to him, Bejik himself knew.

If Baijike couldn't give him a reasonable explanation...he would have to investigate the identity of this kid.

Baijike was completely unaware of those little schemes in Ye Yiwei's mind.

But he didn't want to hide it from the other party, so he sat down across from him and decided to confess and be lenient.

"I originally thought this was just a sensational plot deliberately designed by Mr. Zhou. But yesterday, when I was at the door, I heard him calling the director of another orphanage..."

"That's how I know, this show is not fiction."

"Teacher Zhou has been out of the industry for many years. If it weren't for the fact that the foundation established by children with leukemia has been short of money recently, he would not have accepted this invitation."

After finishing speaking, Baijike looked at Ye Yiwei sincerely.

Baijike did not lie, and Ye Yiwei heard this matter from his parents.

When Teacher Zhou was still young, his daughter unfortunately suffered from leukemia and had to undergo chemotherapy.

His old friend, dancer Mr. Liang has very beautiful long hair.

The long hair dances freely and boldly, which seems to be the most important part of Mr. Liang's dance.

but.

When Teacher Liang learned that his old friend's daughter was ill, he cut off his proud long hair without hesitation and gave it to Teacher Zhou's daughter.

And also asked someone to make a very realistic wig, which protected the girl's fragile heart at that time...

No wonder I have to choose this idea...

Ye Yiwei understood.

Teacher Zhou probably wants to take this opportunity and the venue to thank his friends.

"Moreover, Mr. Zhou also said that all his recent income will be donated to the orphanage."

"According to what he means, he wants to use the money for regular medical examinations for the children."

Other than Qiao Huan, it was the first time that Baijike talked so much with the people in the dormitory in one go.

But at the moment when he learned of Teacher Zhou's actions, Bai Jike felt from the bottom of his heart that what he could not do was not known to everyone.

Maybe he didn't even realize that when he wanted to express his feelings sincerely, the stuttering caused by social fear healed in that instant.

"So you just..."

Ye Yiwei's gaze swept over Baijike's head.

"I thought I might be able to do something. So, during the rehearsal just now, I went to the barber shop at the door."

Baijike smiled, and took out his already packed hair.

"The barber knows how to keep hair for wigs. He didn't expect that my hair is just the right length. If it is shorter, it won't work."

He hadn't cut his hair before in order to cover his face, and it grew to an exaggerated length before he knew it.

Didn't expect it to have this effect.

Ye Yiwei looked at the gentle light in Bai Jike's eyes, and silently agreed with this explanation in his heart.

"What's just right?" Qiao Huan and Zhuo Yang, who finally finished their outfit, also returned to the dressing room.

"Yo... This shape is quite decent, even the scalp can be seen."

Zhuo Yang, who came in rubbing his eyes, laughed and joked, as if he hadn't seen Baijik's new look clearly.

But when he got closer, Zhuo Yang's expression changed suddenly.

The little shorthairs are too real!

"What's wrong? Are you planning to become a monk?!"

For a while, Zhuo Yang couldn't accept that someone had shorter hair than him.

Baijike happily scratched his scalp, and told what happened just now.

For some reason, when looking at Baijike's bluish scalp, what Qiao Huan imagined was ONCE's appearance when he was shooting magazines with hair that could better highlight their bright facial features.

If Baijik cut his hair like this and the media sees it, I'm afraid there will be another big issue.

Qiao Huan, Zhuo Yang, and Ye Yiwei looked at each other from a distance, obviously thinking of the same thing.

So, he picked up the scissors and said very calmly:

"Since we're going to act together as a young man who shaved his head to make girls happy... why don't we really cut our hair off?"

"what?!"

What Baijike thought was that he looked strange by himself, which could just set off the normal appearance of the three eldest brothers.

But... can a haircut follow suit?

Just as Bai Jike was about to stop Qiao Huan, Ye Yiwei pushed Bai Jike onto the chair without any doubt.

Ye Yiwei pointed to the few hairs caught by the wig.

"I prefer short hair, too."

Baijike only thought that Ye Yiwei was lying.

Now how can young people not cherish hair!

It can be said that it was too late, but Zhuo Yang found out a tweezer within the short time they talked, and pushed it on Qiao Huan's scalp without saying a word.

Seeing the blue hair scattered all over the ground, Qiao Huan remained calm.

After solving Qiao Xu's side, Zhuo Yang and Ye Yiwei also attacked each other's hair.

"you……"

Bejiks are stupid.

These three are too decisive, right?

But looking at them, Baijike's heart softened suddenly.

Is this what it's like to have a brother in your company?

You enjoy the blessings, and share the difficulties.

"You are this?"

Zhou Yiming, a senior singer who had just put on makeup, saw the hair scattered all over the floor next to the makeup chair as soon as he entered the door.

He knows that young artists are under a lot of pressure now.

But it’s not enough to become a monk collectively!

"We already know that your story is adapted from real people, and we were also moved by Teacher Liang's spirit." Ye Yiwei replied.

"So, we want to make this performance a little more perfect." Zhuo Yang said softly.

"This is the idea of ​​our youngest player, Bejik." Qiao Huan added.

"Ah." Baijike blushed instantly, and returned to the form of social terror.

The three big brothers... really didn't leave him a word!

Zhou Yiming was at a loss for words.

In fact, he picked Xiu Si to be an assistant, not only because of Ye Yiwei's good appearance, but mainly because he heard that they had few things to do.

As for the rest, he hadn't reported much hope.

But when several young men who had finished cutting each other's hair suddenly stood up, the handsome young man in Zhou Ming's memory made his eyes shine again.

Qiao Huan's sharp facial features were no longer covered by long hair, but came into his sight with a sharper feeling.

The three people standing behind him also gave him a completely new feeling.

A long-lost youthful enthusiasm rushed over.

The bright and penetrating eyes of several people also ignited a long-silent heat in Zhou Yiming's chest.

He instantly returned to the period when he was young and practiced martial arts. At that time, the group of them also looked like this.

"How many years... How many years have I not seen anyone who is so serious about a performance..."

Zhou Yiming smiled slightly, but the creases squeezed out of the corners of his eyes were filled with relief.

"You guys...not bad, very good."

Zhou Yiming, who has been popular for a long time since the entertainment industry was still called the "literary circle", watched the circle gradually change.

He knows best that the current idols care more about their appearance than the other.

Those people are afraid that they will show a little bit of criticism in the eyes of fans, and they are afraid that they will lose their value in the eyes of capital.

But these young men in front of him...have shaved off all the hair that could be used to correct facial defects.

This courage alone is already much stronger than others.

As if remembering something irritating, Zhou Ming snorted again.

"You guys are quite malleable talents, unlike some people who don't pay attention to their seniors after being popular for a long time."

When Qiao Huan heard that the old man was evasive in what he said, he thought of the news he had inquired yesterday, and his heart skipped a beat.

After tactfully closing the door of the dressing room, Qiao Hu asked in a low voice, "You mean...Wang Qingyang and the others?"

"You kid is smart."

Zhou Yiming sat on the chair Zhuo Yang pushed over, and shook his head while talking.

"I came back later than you all because my old buddy got into a quarrel with their partner."

"It's just a rehearsal, and it's not because of the good stage effect that we discuss with each other, but because of the length of time who is in the center position. It really makes people laugh..."

"It's better for you guys to look at me and make me feel more comfortable, so I don't mention those annoying things."

Zhou Yiming smiled, and spread out the notebook in front of several people with some stage details adjusted again according to this rehearsal.

"Xiaobai," unconsciously, he also changed his address to the young people in front of him, as if he was calling his own children, "You have to pay attention when you are here, the lights will be a bit dazzling then, little boy Slow down, you must also pay attention to fill in the position."

"no problem."

Hearing Zhou Zhouming's instructions, Qiao slowly responded perfunctorily.

According to the information obtained before coming here, Lin Xiangnan did not invest for no reason, and the person he personally brought... was Wang Qingyang, whom Zhou Yiming mentioned, who was still arrogant with his old partner.

Has Lin Xiangnan, who has never been involved in these things in the entertainment industry and devoted himself to charity, finally lost his character?

When Qiao Xu was deep in thought, there was a strange light flashing inwards outside the dressing room.

*

Second powder room.

Wang Qingyang, who was also in charge of assisting other performances in "The King of Songs Sings Sings", monopolizes a dressing room.

Through the door panel, the passing staff can hear the constant noise inside.

But they are getting used to it.

After all, Wang Qingyang is the "royal family", and none of them can afford to offend.

"I asked you to take ugly photos of them, not how happy they are!"

"If you really can't do this job, ask your editor-in-chief to replace me with a more reliable person!"

After Wang Qingyang flipped through the photos in front of him, he ruthlessly threw them on the paparazzi hired for a lot of money.

If it wasn't for Wang Qingyang who couldn't find a newspaper that dared to fight against Qiao Xu and the others, she wouldn't have made such a bad move and just found a paparazzi to follow her.

The hard-working photos are scattered on the ground, and the paparazzi dare not pick them up.

The curly-haired young man just grabbed the rope of the camera and said aggrievedly: "I've been squatting at the door of the dressing room all day, but the photos I took are just like this."

"It's as if their backs are tied with a cross. They have been so tense since they entered the dressing room..."

"Then you won't look for it, do they ever lose their expression?" Wang Qingyang doubts that Xiu Si can maintain his posture at any time.

The paparazzi was about to cry: "You paid such a high price, there is no reason for me not to look for it desperately. But, I really can't find it..."

"Tsk...how could it be possible to not collapse at all all day?" Wang Qingyang's brows became more and more wrinkled.

Now there are only two groups of flying guests participating in "The King of Songs Singing Singing".

And Wang Qingyang also knew that he was a "royal family", so he might not be able to hide this matter.

So if you want to earn another wave of favor from passers-by, you must seize the opportunity.

It is said that the people who know you best in the entertainment industry are not your manager and fans, but your opponent.

Wang Qingyang naturally wanted to "understand" Xiu Si more.

"Leave these photos here first, you can go and see them later."

As he spoke, Wang Qingyang picked up the scattered photos on the ground and looked at them from beginning to end.

It's just that this time she finally found something where she could make a big fuss.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled lowly, "I just said...it's impossible for people to not be able to find out all your faults!"

The corner of the powder room.

A cleaner in a mask whispered into the phone.

"That's right, Mr. Lin...she can't sit still."

*

In order to better demonstrate the professional level of the guests, the first episode of "The King of Singers" not only broadcast the whole process live, but also required all the guests to turn on the mic.

As soon as the news came out, it immediately attracted a lot of viewers who "had been suffering for a long time".

As soon as the live broadcast was started, the background data jumped several times.

Joe Xu's program was in fourth place.

The previous few seniors with high and low topics have appeared on the stage one after another.

Some of them shocked the audience with their loud voices and wide range of high and low voices, and some of them evoke the childhood memories of the public with their clear and still singing voices when they are nearly 60 years old.

Standing on the sidelines waiting for the stage, by the way, Qiao Xu, who heard the true voices of the senior singers clearly, also had a look of admiration in his eyes.

For him, only such an old-school singer with both strength and talent can be called a true idol.

"Xiao Huan, what are you looking at? It's our turn to go on stage."

Zhou Yiming laughed and patted Qiao Huan on the shoulder.

He has been away from the stage for a long time, but there is no trace of timidity on his face, but he looks extremely excited.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that there are still people who are over 50 years old and invited to be on the show, and have the opportunity to perform on stage."

"Your precious sword is not old." Qiao smiled slowly, "Of course you won't be forgotten by everyone."

"Your boy... ouch, we'll be here soon, let's go." Zhou Yiming didn't have time to say anything else, he glanced at the props on his body and walked towards the steps next to the stage.

Qiao Huan, who was following behind him, could see clearly that Zhou Ming, who had been straight back just now, had just walked up the steps when his waist bent down.

Even from the back view, he looked very much like an old father who was completely crushed by life in one breath.

But he never bowed to fate.

"We will do our best to cooperate with you."

Qiao Huan silently promised in his heart.

The spotlight moved along with Qiao Huan and the others, but they, who were not the protagonists, remained hidden in the darkness most of the time.

Zhou Yiming's humming matched the soothing prelude, like weeping and complaining.

His daughter suddenly fell ill, and Zhou Ming's voice was no longer stable, and he recounted this painful story with a helpless self-deprecating rhythm.

The touching charm of the stage lies in the fact that the voice and performance alone are enough to shock people without lyrics.

The artist who played Zhou Ming's old friend of the dancer also took the stage.

In just a few actions, the emotional levels of shock, concealment, and wanting to comfort but unable to do so until the old friend's daughter fell ill are displayed one by one.

In the end, the dance artist decisively cut off the long hair and still danced confidently.

Zhou Yiming burst into tears, and the two of them didn't need words.

Afterwards, the old father replaced the thread with his voice, sewed it densely, and finally put the woven wig on a girl's head.

Father's love is like a mountain, without saying a word, but it seems to express countless.

The barrage was already crying.

But there are also voices of doubt.

"Hey... Didn't you say that brothers also participated in this show? Why didn't I see anyone?"

"Is the program list correct?"

"Could it be that they are using the brothers as a gimmick?"

Many fans who came here for Xiu Si raised questions one after another, but no one could answer them.

When the girl's eyes were full of tears and she mustered up her courage to dance on the grass, Qiao Huan, who played the role of the girl's college classmate, also put the wig she had worn on backstage.

Their scalps were covered with green stubble, but with confident smiles they held the girl's hand and the lines of youth rippled out in the center of the stage.

At the same time, Zhuo Yang's deep voice slowly ended in a gradually cheerful rhythm, replaced by Baijike's clear singing.

A few people stood at the outermost, surrounded by the artist and the old father who had changed into a neat short haircut.

Until now, the fans in the live broadcast room belatedly realized that the boys holding hands were their idols!

"I didn't expect that I, a true fan, would go blind one day."

"Wc... handsome guy who are you?!"

"You actually got such a hairstyle?! Where is the barber's phone number!"

"Oh my god... why did they suddenly change their hairstyles! Could it be that they shaved them specially for the show? What a sacrifice..."

"Yysy, except for Brother Ye, I didn't notice any of them."

"However, don't you think they look more handsome like this?"

"Sure enough, the cut is the most test of a person's appearance! The facial features and eyebrows are simply impeccable!"

Seeing Xiu Si's "ingenious" look, some fans boasted and cried, but most of them still recognized their dedication.

However, Wang Qingyang, who was preparing to perform in the background, couldn't help laughing.

Because she had already seen a few people with short haircuts in the photos, and she asked that paparazzi to help hype up this matter, how ugly it is.

But if all of this was for their program, the nature would be completely different...

Wang Qingyang, who was unwilling to make a wedding dress for others, trembled, trying to stop the paparazzi from continuing to post articles.

But as soon as she clicked on the red bean platform, she saw the word "explosive" followed by "the most handsome inch".