The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Pretend to be a ghost No.20 Four days · "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

About a minute later, the host's familiar voice came from the front of the stage: "The short commercial is over, and the next one is the last contestant in the Restart finals, Jiang Yiming!"

Bao Qiwen began to get nervous. Jiang Yiming was not the first newcomer he brought, but he was the most unexpected newcomer. His ABCDE backup plans always failed in front of Jiang Yiming.

For example, he once thought that in this talent show, the biggest enemy he encountered would be the joint explosion protection of other players' teams, but in fact it was Jiang Yiming's open mouth—how could he have guessed that Jiang Yiming Minghui directly hates Duan Fei and wears a cuckold in the live broadcast of the game? ? ?Opening your mouth is a bunch of metaphysics.

Bao Qiwen is really panicking now, afraid that Jiang Yiming will give him a metaphysics rap and memorize a gossip formula on the spot on the stage, then he really needs a quick-acting heart-saving pill.

He stood under the stage, looking up at the youth on the stage slightly.

Jiang Yiming's stage attire today is completely opposite to the sequins and leggings of the previous seven people, who are almost in the same style. He is wearing a slightly loose outer shirt, which combines modern and ancient styles just right.

When the music on the stage started, all the lights in the venue dimmed, forming a beam of glistening white, focusing on Jiang Yiming's body.

The pear-shaped purple sand pottery xun set off his slender and white fingers, but they were not lacking in strength, they were bony and not weak at all.

The timbre of Xun music is simple and simple, unique to the sound of nature, and it almost blends with the background music on the stage, almost intoxicating.

[At first I thought it was a rock and roll stage, but I didn't expect the sudden calm wind?Cleanse the soul? ? ? 】

[What is Jiang Yiming holding in his hand?See you for the first time! 】

【Xun!It's Xun!I blew it as a kid!It's so difficult... Every time the goose next door hears me blowing the xun, it jumps over the wall to chase me TAT]

[I didn't expect Jiang Yiming to know how to play this kind of musical instrument... Absolutely, and! ! !This temperament! ! !How should I put it, this outfit, with this temperament, this music, is like the feeling of traveling through the millennium!I got goosebumps and wanted to cry...]

[Want to cry +1...mainly because this music makes me want to cry...]

[Mingming, ah, I'm crying, what a god! !There was such a big surprise in the last game! ! 】

【Isn’t it just playing a musical instrument? Our Ray can also play the piano, but he didn’t show it off】

[Upstairs, do you know how many people in the whole country can blow the xun?This is almost a national treasure musical instrument at the level of living fossils. It was lost for a while, but it is not like the piano that everyone can learn (I didn’t say that the piano is bad, don’t find fault)]

[Jiang Yiming's move really made me a fan of passers-by, good temperament, good looks, good temper...unique, just so clear and unpretentious]

【He won't blow the whole stage, it sounds good, but I will fall asleep】

[Fuck, I listen to him for as long as he plays, even if he falls asleep, it must be a sweet dream! 】

Bao Qiwen, who was standing under the stage watching Jiang Yiming's performance, was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the young man on the stage. Such a simple beam of pure white light hit the young man, making him noble and white. No one would dare Easy to mess with.

He never expected that Jiang Yiming would bring him such a surprise, he blinked and suppressed the excitement that was about to jump out of his throat.

Bao Qiwen turned around to greet his team, and sent people to post on various forums. It was necessary to establish the first wave of word-of-mouth before the black post exploded.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Zhong Sheng, the man was standing straight in a suit, like a white pine tree, standing in the shadow of the stage not far away, completely unobtrusive.

Bao Qiwen shook his head pretentiously, and sighed in his heart, such a man who is like the pride of heaven, is willing to stand in an inconspicuous place and watch the person he likes shine on the stage, he must be in love.

After the song was played, the stage lifting platform suddenly rose slowly. At the same time, two red silks of extremely bright colors hung down from above the stage. The red silks were tied into knots, with a space about the width of a palm in the middle.

Bao Qiwen blinked, not knowing what the stage design was for.

He looked at Xue Ke, and the director also looked blank. After all, they only saw the first half of the Xun playing in the rehearsal last night.

Jiang Yiming hummed in a low voice with half-closed eyes, his voice was very good, he sang and hummed softly, as if immersed in people's hearts, the audience was so quiet that there was almost only the sound of breathing one after another, no one wanted to make a sound at this time Cut off this wonderful part.

When the red silk reached Jiang Yiming's half waist, the lifting platform stopped rising.

Jiang Yiming raised his eyes, glanced at the camera that was following him, a little arrogant, a little indifferent, a little teasing, those eyes were amazingly bright.

【My God, this close-up! ! !The cameraman himself! ! ! 】

[I burst into tears, this person's eyes are so beautiful! ! ! 】

[These heaven-defying eyelashes? ? ?To be honest, these eyelashes are planted, right? ?It's denser and better-looking than a woman, do you want to live? 】

[The key is not to be a mother, not a mother, or a woman! !The outline of the face, the root of the nose, and the chin, are tough and three-dimensional, so superior, woohoo, I can't even get jealous]

Just when the barrage was boiling because of the previous close-up of the eyes, Jiang Yiming jumped lightly, as light and agile as if hanging a wire, and stood firmly on the red silk cloth that was no more than a palm wide.

A group of people in the audience let out an exclamation in unison, and almost half of the audience stood up.

[Does he have a wia on him? ?Why did I not see it? ?How did he jump on it? 】

[Ma Ma can do light work! ! 】

[Don't tell me he's going to go up, I'm afraid of heights and I almost hold my breath! 】

[The posture of a fairy!I dug up the treasure, woo woo woo]

Jiang Yiming's figure was elegant and straight, and he stood with his hands behind his back. Standing between the two pieces of red silk, the humming in his mouth gradually became lighter until only the background music remained.

The red silk began to lift up to the top of the stage, two meters, three meters, four meters... Finally, it was firmly fixed at a height of five meters above the stage.

Zhong Sheng stood under the stage, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, his palms were covered with cold sweat, his eyes fixed on the young man on the stage, his body unconsciously leaned forward slightly, as if he was ready to jump onto the stage at any moment, and lead people away. down look.

"Sunflower in the green garden, morning dew waiting for the sun..." Qing Yue's soft voice rang out over the entire Restart stage.

Duan Fei has always been criticized for having a soft tone in his singing, but when he sang this song, it seemed so just right, like a feather gently teasing his ears.

The young man's voice is bright and changeable, with a soft and rising ending, and an unpredictable singing voice. It sounds a bit weird, but it is extremely sweet: "Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant..."

Jiang Yiming just stood on a high place, without any unnecessary fancy movements, and whispered softly, but caught everyone's attention.

【Help my ears are pregnant...】

[What kind of fairy singing is this! !Why didn't we do this kind of stage in the previous episodes! !This is my great Chinese quintessence classic! !I have goosebumps! 】

[I am used to the heavy metal stage style, and I feel drunk for a while...but I like it! ! 】

[My God, this person is a fairy! ! ! ! ? 】

[It’s so beautiful, it’s perfect, it’s perfect]

[I said loudly!I'm ready!what about you! 】

Jiang Yiming's song was only about one minute long. After the last syllable, Jiang Yiming held the red silk in his hand, shook it lightly, and broke away the two knotted strands without any trace of strength in his palm. red silk.

He wrapped red silk around his wrist and jumped down.

The red silk stretched instantly, and stretched to the extreme when he was only a few tens of centimeters away from the ground. Jiang Yiming lightly unloaded the red silk, jumped off the ground, and completed a perfect curtain-ending action towards the audience.

Zhong Sheng had already jumped onto the side of the stage. If it wasn't because Bao Qiwen stopped him one step faster, it would probably be a trending search for "male fans can't help themselves, rushing to the stage to hug their idols".

[Fuck, shit, shit! ! !I almost went into cardiac arrest! ! ! ! 】

[+1 I thought there was going to be a stage accident! ! !Wuwuwu Mingming jumped down like a fairy descended from the earth! 】

【Burst lights! !I ordered my instructor to give me crazy lights! ! ! 】

[This year's C debut must be Jiang Yiming! 】

There was thunderous applause from the audience, mixed with a series of loud whistles and screams, Bao Qiwen blinked vigorously, and Young Master Jiang could really screw up all his plans.

——He had already planned that after the results of tonight's finals were announced, tens of thousands of viewers would point their noses at them and scold them as shady. , Jiang Yiming can bring him such a surprise.

Previously, he asked his assistant to buy a navy to sneak into the scene, intending to warm up Young Master Jiang's performance. Now, Bao Qiwen turned to look at the audience behind him... unless his assistant bought a hundred thousand sailors to sneak in.

Jiang Yiming walked off the stage without panting, very relaxed.

In fact, he didn't spend much time on the stage of this finals. He just adhered to the lazy principle of being able to stand but never jump, and hum but never sing. He came up with such an arrangement. In the suspended place, he stood quietly and sang the whole stage.

"The effect is good?" Jiang Yiming winked at Bao Qiwen after stepping off the stage, "I knew that these audiences liked me like this. In the first few episodes, I might as well just move the stone bench and sit down and sing Han Yuefu."

Bao Qiwen: "..." I've made an inch of it.

Jiang Yiming turned to Zhong Sheng again, raised his chin slightly, like a proud and narcissistic male peacock: "Does it look good? Is it amazing?"

Zhong Sheng looked down at Jiang Yiming for a long while, until Jiang Yiming began to feel uncomfortable, and then slowly said: "It's beautiful, amazing."

Bao Qiwen listened from the side, and curled his lips secretly: I saw that your face a few seconds ago still seemed to say that you should press and spank Young Master Jiang ╮(╯▽╰)╭