With the completion of the PK of the next group of contestants, the voting results of Luo Jiujiang and Ye Heng were also presented on the big screen of the stage.
The audience at the scene was facing the screen, obviously looking at the results of the two-line bar chart. However, the live broadcast camera was very cunning. It subtly flashed on the big screen with a "want to show up", and immediately cut the camera to the faces of Luo Jiujiang, Ye Heng, the host and the audience.
The audience squatting in the live broadcast room wanted to kill the cameraman.
- "What was it, what was the result?"
- "I just felt like the two tallies were about the same."
- "Ah, I'm a little shrimp. I only saw two pillars flashed and disappeared, and I didn't even see which one belonged."
Then, as if the appetite in the live broadcast room was not enough, the camera position was changing, ranging from Luo Jiujiang's slightly surprised expression, Ye Heng's wide-eyed eyes, and the audience inhaling and covering their mouths, etc. Floating over and over again.
At this moment, no voice-over is better than a voice-over. For a moment, the universal magnetic baritone rang silently in almost everyone's ears - so, who is the real winner of this game
Fans watching the live broadcast are dying of anxiety.
At the moment when a row of face-obsessed barrages were about to collectively turn into "kill the director", the camera finally switched back to the big screen, and the two ticket posts on it couldn't help but stunned people.
- "Wow, my God."
- "This, really..."
- "What a shame! I don't know what to say..."
It turned out that in the picture that just flashed by, the height of the two flush ticket posts was not an illusion.
The vote column is divided into two parts: red and blue. Red votes are the number of on-site votes, accounting for two-tenths of the weight of the votes; blue votes are the number of online votes, accounting for eight-tenths of the weight of the votes.
Judging from the scene, almost all the red votes were placed under Luo Jiujiang's bar chart, but Ye Heng's blue votes were better than Luo Jiujiang's, so the final result was—
On the final column chart after calculation, Luo Jiujiang's figure is three more votes than Ye Heng.
Only three votes, just three votes.
Judging from the base of the votes of the two, the gap between the three votes makes the bar chart impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.
However, it was enough to decide the outcome of the game.
Artists who have made their debut have been defeated by amateurs, and Ye Heng's data is still flawed with the naked eye. Ye Heng believed that soon this incident would spread happily among his sunspots and his wife, and it was estimated that enough people would ridicule him for three years.
Oh shit.
Miserable in one word.
Ye Heng quickly maintained his expression, he opened his hand exaggeratedly to Luo Jiujiang, and gave Luo Jiujiang a hug that seemed to contain blessings and admiration.
However, his chaotic, almost disordered heartbeat, even under the cover of the stage dubbing, could not hide from Luo Jiujiang's ears.
[Pitiful. ] The system suddenly appeared and said something.
[Um? ] Luo Jiujiang was a little surprised that the other party would say so.
[I also registered an account to vote for you. ] The system replied, [You didn't use your aura, you didn't use your sound-killing skills, but the drumming sounds really good. I recorded it and saved a copy on my hard drive... is that ok? ]
Luo Jiujiang said naturally: [It doesn't matter, you can do it yourself. ]
Hearing the answer in the deduction result of this logic algorithm, the internal data of the system fluctuated softly.
As for more things, of course, System 5555 doesn't have to tell Luo Jiujiang, this otherworldly bun.
For example, Luo Jiujiang still doesn't know what a navy is and what a ticket is.
So of course 5555 will not explain, saying that as a system, he is fully aware of the movements of online voting.
Even if Ye Heng used the water army to swipe the tickets, most of the passerby tickets and the on-site tickets were all attributed to Luo Jiujiang.
At the moment when the number of votes is about to be closed and counted, the system has already learned the answer in advance.
So it took half a second to register a new account, and before the last second, it voted for Luo Jiujiang with eight votes in the account.
- If even a low-level program like a naval robot can repeatedly swipe votes, then there is no reason for it to be deprived of voting rights, right
Moreover, its host is obviously a God of Swords who can single out the entire world, but he still abides by the rules of the world. Luo Jiujiang doesn't hang up or cheat when he competes with ordinary people. He only uses the purest musical quality to convince people with his joy.
In contrast, using modern technological means and capital operations to achieve a disgraceful victory, could it be that Ye Heng is so embarrassed
Since he was so embarrassed, the system had to be embarrassed for him.
The internal data of System 5555, which has deep hidden merit and fame, flashed triumphantly, and when he spoke again, it was still a mechanical announcement: [The target character's regret value reaches 60, and the host please move forward bravely. ]
Luo Jiujiang was slightly taken aback when he heard the words: [Why did it suddenly rise by 20? Could it be that the listed stock of Shaolan Company has fallen? ]
[No. ] The system replied flatly, [It's just that he is watching the live broadcast. ]
The camera kept chasing Luo Jiujiang until he was gone, still reluctantly chasing after him.
So the audience in the live broadcast room could clearly see that Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling shook hands congratulating each other.
The two equally slender and fair hands, with a cyan blood vessel taut on the back of the hands, looked equally powerful. Their similar brows and the corners of their eyes are full of smiles at each other, looking like a pair of pearls side by side.
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That afternoon, Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang met in a spare lounge.
Han Qianling was accompanied by an assistant. Half of this arrangement is so that if the current scene is accidentally filmed, the assistant can use it to avoid suspicion for Luo Jiujiang; the other half is because...
The assistant diligently tidy up the table, and placed a bunch of afternoon tea desserts from takeaways on it. Then he turned around and shouted, "Brother Han, Brother Jiang, you can eat it."
With a smile, Han Qianling led Luo Jiujiang to sit down on the table, and patted the table twice with his fingertips. The noise was not big, even the movements were gentle: "Let's celebrate your promotion."
The assistant silently backed away and sat on the sofa in the far side of the lounge, giving the two people a small white round table filled with dessert plates and climbing a few golden sunlight.
Only occasionally, the assistant's eyes would flicker, he quietly glanced at Luo Jiujiang, and there was an irresistible curiosity in his eyes.
In his opinion, after meeting Luo Jiujiang, Han Qianling really became too much.
Take this table of afternoon tea snacks as an example. Han Qianling didn't like to eat them before.
To be precise, the assistant has been with Han Qianling for five years and has not found anything that Han Qianling likes to eat.
He is not a picky eater, but just by looking at his expression, he will feel that whatever he eats is like chewing wax to him. No matter how high-grade ingredients were placed in front of him and how exquisitely cooked, Han Qianling just moved a few chopsticks perfunctorily.
Han Qianling is very polite to the people around him, sometimes even tolerant. He is not like those celebrities who like to play big names, and he is definitely not a spoiled dude.
In the past five years, he has never even reprimanded the assistant, let alone hitting someone—but for no reason, the assistant is afraid of him.
There were many times when the assistant saw Han Qianling quietly nestled in the shadow of the armchair, about an inch away from the sun, in his spare time in the afternoon. His expression was so solemn as if he was being tortured, and occasionally a bit of disgust for life flashed across his face, as if a thousand aunties were stabbing him at the same time.
Perhaps because Han Qianling's appearance is too grand, or because Han Qianling's temperament is too cold. In an occasional moment, the assistant would feel heart palpitations because of Han Qianling's usual indifferent expression the moment he raised his head.
It's like the boss who gets along with him day and night, more like a simulated machine that has been wound up, rather than some living creature with temperature and breathing.
-However, since meeting Luo Jiujiang, President Han is too much like a living creature.
The assistant's eyes couldn't help but float on the table: the small white round table was filled with poplar nectar, tiramisu, black forest cake, ginger milk, coconut milk pudding, fruit tea and so on. There is even an ice cream cake in the center, the pattern is...
Luo Jiujiang smiled. He naturally cut off a piece of ice cream cake and brought it to Han Qianling. He handed it to the other party and said, "This is a pig? I have been identifying it for a long time, why is this pig so flat?"
That's right, the pattern on the ice cream cake is Peppa Pig and Suzy the Sheep, who were asked by their general manager Han.
I never knew Han was always such a childlike person. The assistant secretly complained in his heart.
It's that he doesn't understand the situation.
Although it has been less than two months since they met, Han Qianling has already figured out Luo Jiujiang's preferences. For example, in terms of diet, Luo Jiujiang likes to eat delicious food, but he is most interested in those novel snacks and dishes.
Whether it's a dirty bag, a towel roll, a cocktail with colorful colors, or even a plate with a very new pattern, Luo Jiujiang's eagerness to explore will be aroused.
Han Qianling could predict that because Luo Jiujiang had never seen Peppa Pig's tricks, he would be interested.
But Han Qianling didn't expect that Luo Jiujiang's first reaction when he saw the new trick would be to cut it and share it with himself.
The assistant sat idly, his eyes occasionally passing between the two bosses not far away.
Suddenly, his eyes stopped for a while, and then he trembled as if he was stimulated.
He saw that Mr. Han, his boss, who had always been moody and angry, was now looking down at a piece of ice cream cake with a drawing of Peppa Pig, bending his lips, showing a rather gentle smile.
assistant:"… "
Mr. Han started to speak, and his voice was softer than the assistant had heard in five years: "Because you are an amateur and have no experience in this area, I think I should give you a little reminder - Jiujiang, have you considered the problem of the agent? ?"
Luo Jiujiang agreed without blinking: "You're right, I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I haven't been able to find a suitable candidate. I wonder if Teacher Han has any recommendations?"
Then on the other side, he frantically knocked on the system in his heart: [System, what is the agent? ]
system:[… ]
Some people, you look like a dog, you have a good idea, but in fact you don't even know what the agent is and dare to agree.
The system intends to pretend to be dead, and the system does not want to speak.
Han Qianling smiled even more when he heard the words. He smiled and said, "I have a good candidate. Maybe you can find time to chat with him. I will send you his WeChat ID."
While he was fiddling with his mobile phone, Luo Jiujiang took another piece of black forest in his direction.
"Isn't that afternoon tea to celebrate my promotion? Let's not talk about work - you try this? I think you'll like it."
…
The assistant has been counting down Han Qianling with his eyes not far away. When the small gathering finally ended, the assistant was surprised to find that the amount of food they ate during this afternoon tea had almost exceeded the usual meal.
This is unprecedented.
During the whole process, there was always a pleasant and soothing smile on his face, and the corners of his lips that were raised with pleasure were not even for a moment.