Shan Lingling smiled, holding the microphone with both hands and crossed in front of her, and suddenly she heard someone shouting Meng Yao's name.
She was quite surprised and whispered to Meng Yao: "It seems that Meng Yao is very popular."
Meng Yao frowned slightly, seeming a little confused. She could hear the audience calling out from below. Some of the names being called out louder included Ling Xiao, Han Mei, and... herself.
Shan Lingling continued to ask her: "Do you think we can win the final championship in this round?"
She said this and glanced at the big screen behind her.
"have no idea."
Of course it's impossible to win.
Meng Yao looked in the direction of Meng Qingqing, only to see that she looked nervous and anxious. Meng Yao casually withdrew her gaze and slowly rolled up her sleeves, revealing a thin white wrist.
Ling Xiao was standing next to her, and asked her, "Is it hot?"
“Somewhat.”
It took a long time to count the votes, and Meng Yao looked back.
166:169
This is the number of votes at this stage. It seems that the gap is not big at the moment, but the yellow team will definitely win later. With Meng Qingqing, it is estimated that there will be a big gap.
Ling Xiao comforted her: "Don't worry, our chances of winning are still very high."
"So sure?"
Ling Xiao smiled, his eyes flashing with excitement: "I still have this confidence."
Meng Yao nodded. Ling Xiao’s fans tend to be older and are known to be rational. Although they rarely scream and cheer, they will definitely vote when it’s time.
Although Ling Xiao is very powerful, he can never compare to Meng Qingqing who has the "halo of the heroine".
Meng Yao yawned and lowered her head slightly to look at the tip of her shoes.
Soon her body began to sway and her eyelids drooped lazily.
Shan Lingling, who was on the other side of her, pulled her arm and whispered, "Are you sleepy? But it's easy to fall if you sleep here. Hurry up and wake up."
After she said this, she returned to her expectant look, and seemed quite confident about the results of this vote.
Meng Yao nodded lazily.
Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the audience below, the numbers on the screen rolled wildly and finally froze.
"Okay, our results are out! Please look at the big screen—we have already counted the votes!"
When Zhao Bin's voice fell, the guests nearby all looked back.
Of course, Meng Yao was not included. She was still staring at the tip of her shoes in a daze, feeling that this time spent participating in the variety show was a bit too boring.
I'm a little hungry now. I haven't eaten much since she went on stage. I must have a good meal when I get back...
Suddenly, an excited voice came from the side. It was Shan Lingling who grabbed her sleeve and jumped up and down on the stage, extremely happy. She spoke incoherently: "Ah ah... I... We..."
Suddenly awakened from her sleepiness, Meng Yao lowered her eyes to look at her hand that was shaking her arm, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes.
The smiles on the faces of the red team members beside her became more and more intense, and some even began to high-five each other. Meng Yao gradually realized that something was wrong, and she looked back.
"Our final voting results are out... I really didn't expect this number..."
“260:257! Come, let’s give a round of applause to the Red Team. Congratulations to the Red Team for winning the final championship! Congratulations!!”
Meng Yao had a complicated expression, but she quickly suppressed her emotions.
What's going on? How could the Red Team win?! Could it be that this was a setback, a prelude to Meng Qingqing's future upgrade and power
Meng Yao couldn't think of any other possibility except this one. Somehow, an idea flashed through her mind...
Meng Yao quickly shook her head again.
Guo Yin from the Yellow Team screamed, "Is this true? Our Yellow Team lost? Are we going to dance in those ugly clothes next?!"
Cheng Jushu's face was filled with worry for a while, and then he felt a little relieved. He pondered for a moment, patted Guo Yin's shoulder and said, "It's nothing, just a dance!"
Guo Yin had a bitter look on his face. He turned to look at Han Mei, who of course had an indifferent look on his face. He was afraid that even if he was asked to perform something like hula hoop drilling or breaking a stone on his chest, he would do it with an expressionless face.
Guo Yin finally placed his hope on Han Jiang, hoping that his emotions could resonate with others.
Unexpectedly, Han Jiang pulled the corners of his mouth, with an expression that couldn't be described as good but also not bad: "I think that handsome people look good in anything, so just be more open-minded!"
Guo Yin thought of those purple lipsticks and lip glosses. His lips moved, and he swallowed the words he wanted to say into his throat.
"Only three points short, what a pity..." Zhao Bin sighed, "In the end, the red team won the hearts of the audience..." He smiled again, and the frustration on his face disappeared a little: "But next time our yellow team will definitely do better and try to make everyone like it more!"
He said this with a slight bow.
"The next step is our final event. Please ask our yellow team guest to prepare their looks," Zhao Bin finished reading, and then cried, "It seems that my fame will be ruined today!"
Shan Lingling patted his shoulder and said with a giggle, "Brother Bin, hold on!"
The yellow team was putting on makeup and making themselves look ugly on the other side, and almost all the members of the red team ran over to watch the fun.
There were a lot of people crowded together over there, and Meng Yao didn't want to join in the fun, so she found a place to sit and slowly closed her eyes.
"This... Can I really put this on my lips? Won't it be poisonous? Look at the color!"
Meng Qingqing's gaze stopped on the green lipstick in the makeup artist's hand.
Her resistance was obvious, but because the makeup process was done on stage, she was more or less restrained.
"Qingqing, don't worry, these are all qualified products. Some celebrities who pursue style will use this color."
Meng Qingqing couldn't bear to look at the glowing green lipstick in the other person's hand. She knew that nothing would go wrong, she just wanted to find a reason not to put it on.
Meng Qingqing struggled for a few times, and finally frowned and said: "Try to paint it lighter. I, I don't like this color very much."
"OK."
Xue Yali was also uneasy. She had already reached the stage of wearing a wig. If she didn't consider her image, she would have wanted to cut off and burn this extremely ugly wig.
Her lively eyes moved, and she looked indifferent to worldly matters: "Will a wig like this fall off my head?"
"Not as long as it's fixed well."
Xue Yali nodded, and even bent her head slightly to match the gesture.
(End of this chapter)