The next day, Ding Meng went to the studio building with her competition clothes.
The competition time is still in the afternoon, and early in the morning, the contestants are busy doing makeup and styling.
Ding Meng put on the blue dress that Qiao Yichen had prepared for her, and took a look in front of the mirror. This color is very bright, lining the skin is very fair, and it is very temperament.
She felt that Qiao Yichen would not be a producer in the future, but could also change careers to be a stylist. He was too good at picking clothes.
After the hair stylist communicated with her, she permed her hair into a one-time big wave and curled it very beautifully. The makeup artist also matched her outfit and gave her a very delicate makeup, even the lower eyelashes were carefully painted.
"These cosmetics are the latest ones I brought back from Korea. The color is very light, but the effect is very good." She applied Ding Meng's makeup skillfully, not forgetting Amway, "Your skin is very suitable for this foundation, The color is very natural, and it is very moisturizing. There is also this eyeshadow, you can't see eyeshadow after applying it, but the eye area stands out immediately, oh yes, I also like this eyeliner very much!"
Ding Meng listened to the make-up artist babbling in her ears, and occasionally responded with a sentence or two. After she understood the price, she closed her eyes and rested.
When the shape was finished, she opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, and was immediately stunned.
With a very natural makeup, she couldn't even tell which parts the makeup artist had modified, but the whole person became much more refined, like an expensive doll in the window. Of course, the hair that modifies the shape of the face is also indispensable. It is also divided into the middle, from black long straight to black long curly, and the temperament is suddenly different.
The makeup artist took a few steps back, looked at her makeup, and said to her: "This makeup is more suitable for your second golden dress, but the competition time is too tight to do two makeups, and I will help you when the time comes. repair."
Ding Meng thanked her, still worried. She hasn't tried that golden dress yet, can she really stop yelling later
It was almost noon in the blink of an eye, and the program crew came over to deliver a boxed lunch. Everyone only ate a few bites, and the atmosphere in the backstage became more and more tense.
Ding Meng specially looked at Bai Jingrui, his clothes were more British today, with a pair of expensive-looking dancing shoes under his feet, he was always handsome. She looked at herself again, and if she looked good, it would be considered equal.
Unconsciously, the voices of the audience outside became noisy. The staff took the microphone to organize the audience to take their seats, and the game also entered the countdown. The costumed host came over, greeted the players backstage, and walked to the stage to prepare to take the stage.
Ding Meng was always a little clueless, as if she was suddenly thrown on a deserted island and fell into a situation of isolation and helplessness.
She wondered why she felt this way. She had always been alone in previous games, but she had never been so vulnerable.
It wasn't until the host on the stage read out Qiao Yichen's name when introducing the judges that she realized with surprise that it was because of Qiao Yichen? !
... Well, if she didn't see Qiao Yichen when she was on stage, or if someone else was sitting on the jury's seat, she would definitely feel unaccustomed to it, that's right.
In any case, her heart was at peace.
After the host introduced the judges, the competition officially kicked off. Ding Meng and Bai Jingrui were in the second group, and Tang Shiran was the first to come on stage this time.
Tang Shiran also sang Sima Xiaoxiao's song in the preliminary round. The big screen on the stage played the scene at that time, and Ding Meng felt embarrassed in the background.
But she still listened carefully. Tang Shiran's performance in the primary election was very good. It shouldn't be regarded as a black history, but the feeling has not changed much from now. Ding Meng thinks that it may be that she has already changed in all aspects at that time. She is relatively mature, so this competition cannot give her much breakthrough.
It's like playing a game to level up, the higher the level, the harder it is to level up.
When Tang Shiran sang the primary selection again on the spot, Ding Meng peeked at the backstage and felt that she had changed, at least the typhoon was better.
The songs in the primary election seemed to be no difficulty for Tang Shiran, and she sang it calmly.
After the first group singing, the audience began to vote. Ding Meng couldn't help but get nervous, because it was directly related to who she would meet in the future.
Well, the premise is that she can PK off Bai Jingrui.
When the voting ended, Tang Shiran entered the championship competition with an advantage of more than 200 votes. The host briefly interviewed the two and let them go down to prepare the second song.
"Bai Jingrui, Ding Meng, come and prepare!" The director's staff shouted, and Ding Meng hurried to the designated position to stand.
The order in which she and Bai Jingrui appear is that Bai Jingrui is in the front and she is in the back. After the host called Bai Jingrui to the stage, he still played the video of his primary election first, probably because he needed to sing acapella during the primary election, and he did not dance at that time.
But when the song was recreated on stage, he was already accompanied by a dance team. His songs have also been re-arranged, and the rhythm is a lot more dynamic, which can easily drive the atmosphere of the scene. There is also a piece of his dance SOLO in the middle, which made the audience scream again and again.
Ding Meng thought silently, when will she learn to dance too.
After Bai Jingrui's performance, the warm atmosphere at the scene could not dissipate for a long time. Bai Jingrui walked off the stage amid the enthusiastic cheers of everyone. The host of the show joined the scene and brought the topic to Ding Meng.
This time, instead of inviting her to the stage directly, they let the big screen play a video of her primary election.
"Hello, judge, I'm Ding Meng, No. 65..."
She heard her voice being uploaded from the station, and couldn't help but tilt her head to look at the big screen. At that time, I was really face-to-face, and I didn't even rub the foundation. Her hair should have just been washed, and it was casually draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing a white dress, yes, the one she wore on the blind date...
Seeing herself more than a month ago, she was still a little emotional. The acapella "fly me to the moon" sounds a bit like singing KTV now...
"You're more like singing KTV..." Qiao Yichen's voice came from the big screen, Ding Meng was stunned, the program team actually edited the judges' comments, and it happened to be this sentence.
She is only thankful that she is not on the stage.
"It's been more than a month and nearly two months. How much has changed in Ding Meng? Let's invite her to the stage to see!"
"Ding Meng, please!"
The audience cheered, Ding Meng took a deep breath and stepped on low-heeled sandals.
That touch of blue was too calm and eye-catching, and the atmosphere that Bai Jingrui had brought up just now calmed down the moment she stepped on the stage.
When Ding Meng stepped onto the stage, the first thing she saw was the judge's seat. Qiao Yichen really sat in his seat, wearing a hat that matched the style of her clothes, probably to cover the gauze on her head.
For some reason, she suddenly felt funny. Qiao Yichen seemed to be aware of her subtle emotional changes, and glared at her without a trace.
"Ding Meng Ding Meng, the cutest in the universe!"
A neat and loud voice suddenly came from a corner of the auditorium. Ding Meng was startled and looked in the direction of the voice. Jiang Nanqing and Xiao Zhuozi stood at the group seat of relatives and friends, holding small trumpets in their hands, and winked at her desperately. There were many people behind them, some she didn't know, and some looked familiar, as if they belonged to the same community. There are both men and women in the group of relatives and friends, and they hold a big banner in their hands with the slogan they just shouted on it, and there is a signature below it - Ding Meng Support Association, A City Small Lemon Branch.
Ding Meng: "..."
The uniform slogan came again: "Ding Meng Ding Meng, the charm is endless!"
… Ding Meng felt that her embarrassment phobia had reached its peak.
She smiled at everyone in the group of relatives and friends, and walked to the center of the stage.
The hostess and hostess stood on both sides of her, and the hostess exaggeratedly praised: "Compared with the video just now, you are really much prettier."
Ding Meng said: "It's mainly because of the makeup. The makeup artist of the show team is very professional."
The hostess said: "I saw the video just now, you don't seem to be wearing makeup at all, and the other players even put on some BB cream."
Ding Meng smiled: "Actually, I also put on sunscreen."
The audience burst into laughter, the female host made a "so cold" expression next to it, and the male host said, "You watched the video just now, what do you think?"
Ding Meng said: "I feel that the judge's words are right. At that time, I really didn't understand singing skills at all, so I just sang by feeling. Now, I found a lot of shortcomings. I thank the judges for giving me a chance. Knock me out."
"Then you have the confidence to sing better now than you were then?"
"Have."
"Then, please Ding Meng bring us this song "fly me to the moon"!" The hostess's enthusiastic words kicked off Ding Meng's performance.
The lights on the stage gradually dimmed after the host left, and Ding Meng slowly entered the state of song during the prelude to the band's performance. On the big screen behind her, a close-up of the moon appeared, and under the poetic picture, the silhouettes of several pairs of dancers also appeared on the stage. They wore dresses and danced a graceful waltz on stage to the music.
"Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars, will you let me see what the spring of Jupiter and Mars will be like..."
Ding Meng's clear voice outlines this waltz with tenderness, and the beautiful light and shadow effects of the stage make the whole picture more ethereal and lingering. The actors on the stage seemed to really fly to the moon with the music in her eloquent singing voice.
"… In other words: I love you."
When the song was finished, the audience at the scene was still immersed in the poetic performance just now, and they did not recover for a while until the lights on the stage were turned on again, and Ding Meng bowed deeply to the audience. Applaud enthusiastically.
The male and female hosts also took to the stage at this time: "It's really improved a lot, even people like me who don't understand music can hear it."
The hostess said: "I care more about her temperament than her singing skills. Don't you think that after this period of training, her temperament has improved a lot, just like we usually say, star aura."
After the two discussed Ding Meng, they invited Bai Jingrui to the stage again. When he came to the stage, many audience applauded for him. He smiled and waved to them before walking to Ding Meng's side.
"Now it's up to the audience to decide, Bai Jingrui and Ding Meng, who do you want to enter the championship battle?"
"Bai Jingrui—"
"Ding Meng-"
There were different voices in the audience, and the male host made a "receive" gesture and said to them: "We are not a scorer, whoever you want to vote for, just pick up the voting machine next to the seat and cast your precious vote for him. ticket!"
Whenever this time, the band will play that kind of tense music. After the host announced the start, both Ding Meng and Bai Jingrui's votes were climbing rapidly, but Bai Jingrui's momentum was very strong, and he kept pressing Ding Meng's head. When the voting came to an end, he was still in the lead.
The relatives and friends of Ding Meng and Bai Jingrui were shouting hard, and it seemed that as long as they were louder, they would be able to roar up the number of votes.
The data rose more and more slowly, and Ding Meng no longer had much hope. The hostess looked at the vote count on the screen and reminded the audience: "The voting time is about to end, those who haven't voted, please hurry up!"
Not long after she finished speaking, the music stopped and the vote was over.
At this last moment, Ding Meng's votes miraculously jumped a few times, and when they stopped, it was 497 to 493.
Bai Jingrui 493.