Wen Xi returned to the small room under the stage ten minutes before the performance started and stood in front of the microphone to wait under Tang Xin's arrangement.
A monitor hangs directly in front of her, which can simultaneously display images of warmth on the stage.
Finally, the musical accompaniment on the stage ended, and it was the host's turn to take the stage to deliver a speech. The next step was a warm performance.
"Miss Wen Xi, pay attention, it's about to start." Tang Xin warned her from the side.
She made an OK gesture, pulled the mask under her chin, and glanced at the door of the small house from the corner of her eye.
I hope Qin Ruoer won't let her down.
The prelude of "Drunk Flower Jue" slowly played, and Wen Xi focused all his attention on the monitor. In a misty fog, ten backup dancers brought out the warmth. Wen Xi began to sing slowly along with the warm and graceful dance.
"My heart is tied to the cloud window, and my heart is broken by old dreams. I have lost the past and given up the next life, just to catch a song of the present. I also look at my heart and the moon, drunken flowers..."
Click!
The small room suddenly became dark, and Wen Xi's emotional singing stopped.
"What's going on! What's going on! What's going on!" Everyone panicked.
The accompaniment on the stage was still playing, and suspicions arose in the audience. It was probably because Wen Qing was still making lip shapes, but there was no singing.
The corners of Wen Xi's lips raised slightly, it seemed that it was done.
She pretended to be panicked, "Sister Tang Xin, what should I do? Do I still want to sing?!"
"Open the door and go out to see the situation." Tang Xin ordered people to get out of the way and hurried out.
The gatekeeper immediately gave way and opened the door.
No one expected that the moment the door opened, a group of reporters suddenly poured in and took random photos of them.
Strangely, the lights came back on at this point!
Tang Xin's first reaction was that someone had set her up, so she hurriedly pulled up Wen Xi's mask and hid her behind her back.
But it was too late. The reporters seemed to have known the inside story for a long time. The first words they said when they came in were directed at Wen Xi, "Miss, when did you start to be Wenqing's substitute singer? You did it for money. Singing for you?"
"Why don't you just become an artist? Is it because you are too ugly?!"
"Everyone has misunderstood! She is just our staff, there is no so-called substitute singer!" Tang Xin explained.
The reporters didn’t buy it. “You have complete equipment and abundant evidence. Do you still want to deceive us? Do you think we have no eyes?”
The scene was too chaotic, Tang Xin turned around and winked at Wen Xi, asking her to take the opportunity to get out.
Afterwards, Tang Xin told reporters, "Everyone, listen to me, I will give you an explanation..."
While all the reporters were attracted by Tang Xin, Wen Xi walked out quickly from the side.
"She's running away!" someone shouted.
Like a gunshot before a 100-meter sprint, all the reporters rushed towards Wen Xi as soon as they heard this.
Wen Xi didn't want to appear in front of the camera, so he sped up his running pace.
But she couldn't run past these grown men who were always looking for powerful materials. She only ran for a while before she was surrounded in the middle. Some people worried that she had run away and even grabbed her shoulders.
The wound that had not yet healed was suddenly grabbed by someone. Wen Xi gritted his teeth in pain and tried his best to protect his face, looking for an exit in the crowd.
Fortunately, Tang Xin's team immediately came up to protect her and ran out, saving her from being trampled.
But she didn't feel better either. The wound on her shoulder was completely torn open and the whole shoulder was soaked with blood.
Tang Xin grabbed her and walked forward, saying hastily, "You go this way, and I'll divert them away!"
Wen Xi hurriedly ran towards the exit over there. The venue was very large, and it took her several minutes to run to the exit. What was not good was that there were many reporters waiting there.
She thought that the reporter just now must have informed her colleagues to block people at the exit.
The bleeding was increasing, and she was sweating profusely in pain. She could only temporarily hide behind a cylinder and breathe slowly.
The party was broadcast live, and the incident of warmth and mistakes was edited into a lip sync and uploaded to the Internet in less than a minute. The picture of Wen Xi being blocked was also uploaded within two or three minutes.
One word spreads to ten, and ten spreads to hundreds. News spreads quickly on the Internet.
Weihai Town.
As soon as He Yan returned to the lounge after inspecting the ward, he saw assistant Xiao Zhao staring down at his mobile phone with eyes as big as copper bells.
"If you don't take the time to rest, why are you looking at your phone?"
Xiao Zhao raised his head when he heard the sound and came over with his mobile phone, "Dr. He, it's a big event. It turns out that Wen Qing is a substitute singer. Wow, the reporter is so crazy! The girl who was the substitute singer was seriously injured!"
Good night
(End of chapter)