Wang Xingrui first stroked her arms vigorously with her hands. In her words, she was "eliminating my goosebumps."

Tang H on the side handed Su Yin a piece of paper while vigorously wiping away his tears.

Lin Xuan'er ran outside. She seemed to be planning to calm down by standing in the corridor and blowing in the cold wind.

Su Yin was sitting alone in front of the TV. Even though there were a lot of toilet paper piled up in front of her, she couldn't say a word now.

In other words, she didn't know what she should say to ease her current mood.

If possible, she would prefer it to be a late night when no one cares about her. At least she can lie in bed, listen to music silently, and digest her emotions silently.

"How about it?"

Someone put their hands on Su Yin's shoulders and whispered softly in her ear:

"Is it better?"

Su Yin turned around and found that the man was Zhou Yiyang.

So Su Yin immediately touched his face with his hand in panic, and then said:

"Well, I, I'm almost done now."

The other party burst out laughing: "Don't be shy. In fact, I just passed by many rooms, and I heard crying one after another coming from them."

"What about yourself, Brother Yang?"

Su Yin was a guest. She looked at Zhou Yiyang carefully and soon noticed his red eyes.

At this time Zhou Yiyang laughed to himself:

"Me? Well, I did feel it. But as you all know, I am the kind of person who has a lot of idol baggage, so I didn't really cry."

"So that's it." Su Yin bit her lower lip: "Brother Yang, can you secretly tell us how many votes Sister Wen Yuan got this time?"

However, Zhou Yiyang shook his head and completely avoided the question:

"I can't say for now. Why, are you worried that your number one position will not be guaranteed?"

"How could it be possible?" Su Yin shook her head: "If possible, we have no objection to Sister Wen Yuan taking the first place. It is well deserved. Sister Wen Yuan's performance tonight was really great."

"Yes," Wang Xingrui drank some water, and then slowly restored her voice to its best condition. "Sister Wen Yuan's performance tonight, I think, was her best since she participated in the competition. Whether it was skills or

Emotionally, I think she did it to the extreme."

At this time, Zhou Yiyang smiled and patted their shoulders, and then said:

"If she knew you said this, she would be very happy. You should work hard too, you have discovered, everyone's level is actually online. As long as the song selection is right, the effect will be very different."

"But Brother Yang," Tang H stood up and seemed to have completely different opinions on Zhou Yiyang's words: "Have you forgotten one thing? Except for us and Sister Wen Yuan, no one else has you writing songs for them.

!”

At this time Zhou Yiyang really laughed out loud. He couldn't help but give Tang H a thumbs up and said with a smile:

"Well, thank you Tang H, your words of praise really touched my heart."

Tang H chuckled and then said:

"Brother Yang, have those foreign singers come to you specifically to buy songs from you?"

"Of course." Zhou Yiyang simply sat down on the sofa in their room at this time, looking leisurely and contented: "And he even offered me a price that I couldn't refuse. But I am really

Do you love money so much?"

Without waiting for others to volunteer their answers, Zhou Yiyang said seriously:

"Of course I value the honor of our Huaxia District more, so I rejected them righteously.

"

Hearing what Zhou Yiyang said, the other four people had no choice but to start applauding him.

"But all of them have unique skills. At least as far as I know, there are several singers who still have their own trump card, so please be careful."

By this time, the four of them had come out of the mood of the song through this gag.

Obviously, Zhou Yiyang made a special trip here with this intention in mind.

Lin Xuan'er immediately raised her head confidently: "Of course we won't be afraid, the four of us obviously have a trump card that we can't use!"

Although Tang H and Su Yin were stunned, they didn't know what other tricks they had in mind. But since everyone had said so, they could only agree.

After Zhou Yiyang left, Tang H took out her mobile phone and found that Wen Yuan was listed on the hot search.

"This song is so popular on Douyin!" Tang H's tone didn't sound surprised at all: "I think there are already many people telling their own stories based on this song."

"Normal," Wang Xingrui said softly: "Whether it is the singing or the theme, this song is particularly in line with the public's aesthetics. It is both beautiful and touching. Anyone who listens to this song will be infected by the emotions in it. This is why

is the most important."

Su Yin smiled and then said:

"If I hadn't also entered the competition, I would have posted on Weibo to promote this song by now."

As a singer, Wen Yuan relaxed a little when she returned to her room and faced her manager.

"I couldn't control myself in the end," Wen Yuan sighed, and her tone seemed a little disappointed: "I shouldn't have cried."

The manager immediately shook his head: "How is that possible? Do you know how many people on the Internet gave our song a high score just because of your crying at the end?"

"Really?" Wen Yuan looked a little unconvinced: "I thought netizens were going to say that my singing was artificial, that I could only show off my skills but not express my emotions!"

"Of course not," the agent shook his head: "Now netizens think you are doing too well with this emotion. Some even say that this is the best performance at the beginning of the World Championship. Believe me, your performance in this issue

The number of votes will definitely not be low, at least there is no problem in advancing."

"Really?" Wen Yuan was obviously not as confident as he was when he first participated in the competition: "I don't have many fans who voted, right?"

"Who said that?" The manager shook his head: "We still have a lot of young fans. The most important thing is that you have impressed many people this time, and your passerby will be very high."

After hearing the manager's words, Wen Yuan finally felt calm.

"Thank you." Wen Yuan took a deep breath and then smiled: "Then I can look at the subsequent performances with a normal mind."

But what Wen Yuan didn't know was that the person performing next to her had lost his normal mind.

The expression of Gentoku Aoki who appeared at this moment was no different from that of a dead fish.
Chapter completed!