On the morning of the performance, Qiao Hao and the rest of the players took a bus early to the venue where the performance was going to be performed that night. When he got off the bus, he saw countless fans waiting in front of the venue with support items, and when the players appeared, they immediately took care of themselves. The young lady cheered up, each one getting more excited.
Although I have already experienced a public, the players are still in shock when they see so many fans waiting here. I did not expect that the enthusiasm of the audience has developed to this level, especially the number of Qiao Mo's fans. It's explosive/explosive growth.
"Stupid!"
"Come on, Dumb!"
Walking along the red carpet laid out by the staff, surrounded by excited fans on both sides, Qiao Hao walked over with a signature pen to sign his fans all the way.
"oops."
The crowd was bustling, and from time to time someone bumped into the arms of the fans in the front row. Just as Qiao Yan was bowing his head to sign a fan, the crowd suddenly pushed the hand of the fan who was holding the signature paper, and Qiao Yan stroked his pen. After the past, I can't write a name at all.
Qiao Mo subconsciously sighed. She has no experience in signing. It would be fine if she was asked to write her name stroke by stroke on a flat table. If she was walking and writing on a piece of paper without evidence, she really did. A little bit uncomfortable.
Just when she was in a hurry, a hand suddenly stretched out from the crowd, holding the fan's signature paper firmly with her palm. The peak of the mountain stood motionless in the same place, and did not let a trace of shaking be passed to Qiao Hao.
With the power point of the next pen, Qiao Mo finally successfully signed the fan's name. She breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the male fan who helped, and said with a smile, "Thank you."
As soon as she looked up, she saw Cheng Su standing among a bunch of female fans. His height of about 1.8 meters was particularly conspicuous among female fans with an average of only 1.65 meters. Many fans couldn't help but look up. He glanced.
"Um."
Cheng Su hummed lightly. He was not wearing a suit as usual today, with a black mask on his face. Looking from a distance, he didn't know which male star ran over to support Qiao Hao.
In addition to the fans who were waiting at the performance venue early in the morning, there were also station sisters from various stations. A proxy photographer in the front row had already noticed Qiao Hao's side. When she saw Cheng Su reaching out for Qiao Hao's autograph When I was looking at the paper, I subconsciously clicked the shutter to capture the scene in front of me.
I saw a small girl in the picture bowing her head to help fans sign their names. Beside her stood a tall male fan. The male fan was helping to put his palm under the signature paper, so that Qiao Mo could Writing on the paper more smoothly, the whole picture reveals an inexplicable ambiguous/ambiguous atmosphere, which makes people think of the scenes in romantic idol dramas at first glance.
Omg, let her knock her sister's CP for a second!
The acting filmmaker suddenly felt a sudden flushing and heartbeat. She blinked, and all kinds of idol drama plots appeared in her mind in an instant.
Qiao Hao was wondering why Chengsu appeared here, and the staff reminded the players to enter the arena quickly, so there was no time to say anything, but after saying thank you to Chengsu, he was urged to enter the arena. In the venue, make final preparations for tonight's stage.
As soon as Qiao Yan walked into the venue, Shi Qing, who was closest to Qiao Yan just now, came up. She didn't know what she saw when she looked back. When she caught up with Qiao Yan, she patted Qiao Yan with a smile. on his shoulders and smiled: "We also have male fans, and he's still a handsome guy."
It's not that there are no male fans who like Eleven girls, but there are only a few who come to the scene like Cheng Su, while Qiao Hao's fans are mostly girls, like Cheng Su, there are really not many.
When Qiao Hao heard Shi Qing say this, she didn't know why she suddenly felt embarrassed, especially now that she still remembered the feeling when the tip of her pen touched Cheng Su's palm, which made her hold her breath subconsciously, feeling a little unsure in her heart. the feeling of coming.
Seemingly feeling a little confused, Qiao Mo shook his head like a rattle, then reached out and patted his cheek, taking a deep breath, so that he could concentrate on tonight's stage.
The most important task today is the performance tonight.
Thinking of this, Qiao Mo's eyes began to sparkle, she took Shi Qing's hand and led her to the backstage, "Let's go, let's go to the rehearsal."
Shi Qing looked at Qiao Mo, whose eyes were glowing, thinking that their fighting spirit was really high today, so she had to work hard.
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At seven o'clock in the evening, the second performance of "Pick Eleven" officially started.
There were many guests in this performance, so fans of many guests also poured into the live broadcast room early. Some of them did not like girl group shows, and saw that their brothers and sisters were going to perform on the same stage with the trainees who did not debut. It is inevitable that there is some injustice in my heart. If the performance is in the past, it will be fine. Once the stage response is normal, I immediately blame the players for pulling their hips in the barrage.
[I'm really convinced, is this business ability serious?]
[I feel sorry for our brother, we want to accompany these chickens to the stage]
[It's just polluting my eyes and ears]
In particular, many of tonight's support guests are popular traffic, and their fans are extremely powerful. Before it was their turn to play, the fans had already pointed the country in the live broadcast room, and urged the players in front to step down quickly, don't waste time .
"What's going on here?"
The members of Qiao Mo and her group were making final preparations in the background. As soon as they looked up, they saw a few girls walking back with their heads lowered. As soon as they entered the room, some people couldn't help but start sobbing. The teammates around her quickly comforted her. Neither are pretty.
Qiao Hao asked in a low voice worriedly, and saw Lin Xiaoxiao was putting down her phone and shaking her head, and said indignantly, "Isn't it mad at He Jing's fans? I'm so mad, it was obviously He Jing who went wrong and blocked it. After seeing the camera, it is really maddening to say that our players can’t carry it now!”
Shi Qing glanced at the players in the same group as He Jing, and explained to Qiao Mo with some sympathy: "They and He Jing belong to the same company, and their company is famous for being a blood-sucking female artist. I heard that He Jing is their company's forcible force. Come in, I want He Jing to get some heat on our show."
Speaking of which, the rest of the people couldn't help shaking their heads with emotion. Now the living space of female artists in the entertainment industry is getting narrower and narrower, and many entertainment companies will try to make their female artists feed back to the newcomers in the company.
For example, some time ago, there was a female star who finally relied on her work to become popular again. After she became popular, she was quickly arranged by the company to bring traffic niche students. Even if they could be each other's mothers, they had to play couples, and they were mad at each other's fans. After scolding her, she also wanted to play against a suitable object, but what could be done if the company wouldn't let her.
And He Jing's company has heard about the blood-sucking female artists in the entire industry. Their company cultivates all traffic idols, and the female artists are just like raised by their stepmothers, and the company treats them at all. I don't care, and if there is a little sign of being popular, they are pulled by the speed of light to hype male artists. In the end, those who are capable are often killed by the company's operations.
Even if a female artist wants to leave, she will be framed by the cheap sales contract when she first entered the circle, and she will never be able to escape without being ripped off by the company. It is a well-known black-hearted company in the circle.
Everyone was comforting the crying contestants when they heard another exclamation from the room, "Damn! He Jing has such a face, he dares to be weird on Weibo!"
Everyone, hurry up and see what's going on
What's going on, I found out that He Jing "hand slipped" liked the Weibo with the connotation of "female contestant" posted by one of his fans. The following are all the remarks of He Jing's fans hahaha, saying that the girl of "Pick Eleven" The players are too pitiful, and the strength is pitiful.
[y1s1, everyone knows what the level of the girl group is]
[Sirius has also fallen, I want to see how many homes are going to overturn tonight]
Affected by the previous stage performance, the barrage and comment area have become a little smoky. In addition to deliberately picking things up and waiting for the lively audience, the fans of the players can't help but worry a little, afraid that the next lady and sister will play. hit.
The atmosphere of the live broadcast is easily affected by the content of the barrage. When most of the barrages are quarreling, the emotions of some audiences will be taken away, which is not good news for the players who are performing on the stage.
If most of the audience is eagerly waiting for you to hit the scene, then the pressure in the heart will naturally soar.
Now, some people have not begun to waver, and they are not sure that Qiao Mo and their performances can restore the current atmosphere.
I don't like the three words, almost written on the barrage in the live broadcast room.
At this moment, the host's announcement sounded, and the lights on the stage dimmed in an instant. Only the shadows of trees shaking on the huge LED screen on the stage could be seen. The background sound gradually became clear, and the whistling wind sounded. The clanging sound, like a slow motion from far to near, gradually outlines the appearance of a wasteland in the minds of the audience.
The whistling wind, the vibrations from running, and something seemed to be gradually approaching the crowd. At the moment when everyone held their breath, the lights came on instantly, and Qiao Mo and the others walked directly down the slope from behind the sloping stage. Sliding all the way to the front, one stood up forcefully, and pressed his palm to the ground with full force. Along with their animal-like stretched bodies, a sharp wolf howl penetrated the air, as if piercing the eardrum.
Only then did the audience realize where the unprecedented sense of oppression came from.
Wind, tremors, and… howls of beasts.
Wolf Xing and Qiao Mo stood up, like two majestic leaders from different tribes, looking at each other vigilantly and fiercely.
There is no doubt that what they are seeing now is the rushing pack of wolves, the competition of the beasts, and everyone knows that—
Among the wolves, there is only one alpha wolf.
Either you die or I die.