At the end of the performance, the hoisted panel slowly descended, and the glass floor and the stage were fixed for a long time, but Ji Sheng still sat motionless on the drum stool.
"Xiao Hui?" Lu Haoren waited for a long time, but before he stepped forward to call the curtain, he turned around and reminded him in doubt.
Only then did Ji Sheng bend down, trembling slightly, he put down the drumstick, and the vibrating tip made discordant noises on the glass plate.
He stood up with support, walked to the front, bowed with the rest of the Nirvana members, and lined up to leave the stage.
As soon as he got to the backstage, he waved his arms at the keyboard and turned his head around.
"The performance just now was invincible!" He shouted excitedly, "We will definitely be number one this time!"
"Be quiet." Lu Haoren dissuaded him. He turned his head and looked at Ji Sheng. On the stage just now, the members were all engaged in the performance, and the drummer was at the back. As the lead singer, Lu Haoren turned around during the free play period, only to be surprised to see Ji Sheng floating into the sky with the drum set.
There was no such stage design during the rehearsal.
Lu Haoren was puzzled and asked Ji Sheng: "Why did you get promoted suddenly just now? When did you discuss it with the program team..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Ji Sheng coming down the steps, his legs went limp, he knelt down grabbing the chair beside him, coughed a few times while hugging the chair surface, and retched.
"Xiao Hui?!"
"What's wrong?!"
"Are you all right?"
The members of Nirvana were startled and gathered around one after another.
Huang Sizhe stepped forward and squatted down, anxiously said, "Ji Hui! Are you okay? What happened!"
He wanted to straighten Ji Sheng up to see the situation, but he was caught when he stretched out his hand, and then he was picked up, dragged by the back collar and thrown aside.
Huang Sizhe staggered a few steps and stood firm, and fixed his eyes on Xie Xuanming.
Xie Xuanming naturally pushed Huang Sizhe aside, and squatted down beside Ji Sheng.
"Thank you—" Huang Sizhe's face turned blue and purple for a while, and just as he roared out, he was pushed aside by other members covering their mouths.
Just kidding, this kid doesn't want a future, Nirvana still wants a bass player.
…
Although it wasn't the first time he had contradicted the film emperor Xie.
Xie Xuanming and Ji Sheng looked at the same level, saw his pale face, frowned, stretched out his hand and patted his back gently, to help him calm down.
"Puff up and cover your nest!"
Huang Sizhe broke free from the shackles of the members suddenly, and said in a very aggressive tone: "There is another group, and Mr. Xie stepped down? Is this a dereliction of duty?"
Xie Xuanming ignored him, only looked at Ji Sheng and said, "Bring a glass of water here."
The band members looked at each other, wondering who Xie Xuanming was talking to, Huang Sizhe was very upset: "Why do you listen to me!"
"Ji Hui wants to drink." Xie Xuanming's tone was impatient, "Otherwise you can just stand here and he will be fine?"
Huang Sizhe choked, stood still for two seconds, gritted his teeth, and turned to ask for water.
Huang Sizhe was about to reach the water soon, and when he came back, he brought a staff member behind him.
"Here." He handed the water to Ji Sheng.
"Thank you." Ji Sheng barely raised his head and said hoarsely.
Ji Sheng raised his hand, and was about to pick it up, but was cut off by Xie Xuanming.
Hands stopped in the air, stalemate for a second and hang down weakly, Ji Sheng looked at Xie Xuanming, his tired eyes barely sent out a "?"
"You will spoil yourself." Xie Xuanming said, "It is also thanks to you that you can persist."
It was only then that Ji Sheng realized that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't hold the water glass steady.
Just as he was about to say something, Xie Xuanming had already fed the cup to his mouth. Ji Sheng could only swallow the words, opened his mouth, and took small sips of water.
His body was also shaking violently, water choked his nose a few times, causing him to cough, Xie Xuanming simply pinched the back of his neck, and fed it like medicine for a cat or soup for a child.
Huang Sizhe looked at the two people's actions with a worried expression, and when the paper cup bottomed out, he pointed at the staff angrily: "He has something to ask for you."
"Me?" Ji Sheng swallowed his last sip of water, raised his head and asked.
"Ok."
All eyes turned to the staff.
The staff member was also an ordinary worker. He was shocked by the intimate action of the film king and the contestants by chance. He stared blankly for a long time and forgot the message. Now that everyone was staring at him, his scalp became numb and he remembered the purpose of coming here.
"There is a live broadcast event, and each band will have a representative..." the staff said, "The representative of Nirvana is Ji Hui."
The live broadcast event after the show is a continuation of the tradition of the previous season...
Ji Sheng couldn't help but glanced at Xie Xuanming, just in time to find that he was looking at him with dark eyes.
When the eyes of the two met, Ji Sheng quickly lowered his eyes and avoided it.
Lu Haoren took a step forward and asked, "Can I change someone? As you can see, our members are not feeling well."
"Probably not..." The staff questioned, "Specify Ji Hui."
"Who appointed it?" Huang Sizhe's face was dark, and his displeasure was written on his face.
"I don't know..." the staff was about to cry, "I'm just a messenger..."
Huang Sizhe shut up.
They are all people who have no right to speak, so there is no need to embarrass each other.
So the eyes returned to the only person present who had the right to speak.
Under the eyes of everyone, Xie Xuanming let go of the trembling staff, lowered his eyes and asked, "Can you?"
Ji Sheng coughed and said in a low voice, "No problem."
"Stop if you feel uncomfortable." Xie Xuanming straightened up, stretched out his right hand and said, "Whatever you say, I'm by the side."
"Yeah." Ji Sheng grabbed his hand.
Xie Xuanming helped him up vigorously, and Lu Haoren took a step forward, as if to take over.
Xie Xuanming didn't withdraw his hand, and looked around in a blink of an eye.
He is much taller than Lu Haoren, and when looking down at people, he feels quite oppressive.
"Mr. Xie." Lu Haoren was guilty of snatching someone from the actor's hand, but he still insisted on finishing his opinion, "In front of the camera, it's better for the instructor and the students to keep a distance... otherwise Xiao Hui will be scolded."
Xie Xuanming looked at him for a while, and then looked away until his spine felt chills.
He let go, Ji Sheng shook, Lu Haoren hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and whispered: "Let's go."
When it came to the live broadcast, all the members of Nirvana were blocked outside, and Ji Sheng could only go in alone.
He sat down on the chair in the studio and glanced around from the corner of his eye.
The second season of "The Sound of Music" was filmed at the same location as the previous season, and even the location of the live broadcast has not changed. Looking at the familiar furnishings, Ji Sheng felt as if he had passed away.
It is indeed a lifetime away.
He couldn't help but look to a certain corner, there was nothing there, and he looked to his side, also empty.
Looking away, he drifted outside the arena, and the people who used to sit side by side stood with arms folded, and the cold aura emanating from them made the staff outside the arena shudder.
The staff naturally did not dare to stop Xie Xuanming.
"Ji Hui...Ji Hui player?" The host's voice brought him back to his senses, "Are you listening?"
"Ah, um." Ji Sheng retracted his gaze and replied.
"Let's take a look at the comments." The host went through the process dutifully, and she handed over a tablet, "The comments are all sent by the audience, we have screened them, and there will be no spoilers."
Ji Sheng took the tablet, gently rubbed his stomach, calmly suppressed the nausea, and looked down at the screen when his eyes were clearer.
He glanced curtly at the comments.
Probably after learning the lessons of the first season of "Middle Finger", the show party did not dare to deliberately choose bad reviews to make players mentality, for fear that there would be another character with a strong personality, who would get angry if they disagreed. Under the premise of having a criminal record, KUZI is really not sure about gaining an advantage in online public opinion.
So the comments given to the contestants in the second season are no longer one or two selected ones, but a large block of words, densely packed like a bullet screen.
Ji Sheng glanced over, most of them were praises, and occasionally there were one or two doubts or arguments.
Quite a real comment section.
Pity…
Ji Sheng tapped the screen twice, and couldn't help but glanced at the outside.
want to say? Would it be too embarrassing.
Xie Xuanming stood at the corner of the equipment area and nodded his head imperceptibly.
Ji Sheng's heart suddenly settled down.
Speak.
Some people have the bottom line.
He bowed his head and selected a criticism he had just seen.
[Why is the drummer's expression so ugly during the performance, and the close-ups are either frowning or black-faced. Don't current artists do expression management? The business ability is too bad!]
Ji Sheng read this commentary and raised his head: "First of all, I would like to apologize to the audience. I am really sorry for not being able to show my best state during the performance and not providing the best viewing experience."
He stood up, bowed slightly, straightened up with sharp eyes: "However, I also hope that the program team can apologize to me and my band."
The face of the person in charge off the field suddenly changed. The painful lessons of last season made the staff extremely sensitive, to the point of being a shadow of a snake.
He whispered to the person beside him: "Cut it straight..."
"Don't cut it." A cold voice interrupted him, Xie Xuanming said coldly but unquestionably, "Let him finish."
"Mr. Xie..." The person in charge wanted to cry, "This..."
Xie Xuanming ignored him and turned back to the live broadcast.
"The stage design for today's performance, the program team did not communicate with me before."
Ji Sheng straightened his back, and said neither humble nor overbearing, "I understand that the show wants to give the audience better visual effects, or to create surprises. But the fact is that such 'surprises' will only scare the musicians, making them unable to Performing with peace of mind greatly reduces the effect of the performance. My out-of-control expression management is the proof."
"The design of lift-off, let's not talk about whether the safety can be guaranteed. The program first ignores the psychological state of the contestants. I was lucky to be able to complete the performance today. In case there is another contestant with fear of heights or other psychological barriers, the program will Can you guarantee their performance and even their personal safety?"
Mike transmitted Ji Sheng's words clearly and sent them to every electronic product of the viewers watching the live broadcast.
The person in charge slanted down, the scale of the show was too big for him to control everything, who knew that the group of stage design team could come up with such a foolish operation as to suddenly lift the contestants into the air.
The previous season insulted the player's personality, and this season directly fast-forwarded to kill the player.
The person in charge suddenly thought of resigning.
The lucrative amount in the contract eventually prevented him from letting go.
"Turn off the live broadcast..." He waved his hands lonely, extremely helpless, "Then prepare for public relations, let the props team take responsibility, and see what stupid things do this."
The live broadcast was cut off, so Ji Sheng didn't care to get up, what should be said has already been said.
He left the bewildered host and walked towards Xie Xuanming.
"That's pretty good." Xie Xuanming said with a calm expression.
"Thank you, I need to go to the bathroom." Ji Sheng said in a low voice, "I need to wash my face... and maybe spit."
Ji Sheng stood alone in front of the sink, splashing cold water on his face.
He declined a request to be accompanied by Nirvana members.
…
But Xie Xuanming couldn't be rejected.
"I'll wait for you outside."
A few minutes ago, Xie Xuanming spoke flatly, but Ji Sheng's "you go first" got stuck in his throat, and he finally swallowed it.
Ji Sheng sighed, and splashed two more ladles of water on his face.
how to explain...
Xie Xuanming knew that "Ji Sheng" was afraid of heights.
Will he believe it if he eats a bad stomach...
But the live broadcast called the roll call again because I'm afraid of heights... If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't hate the program group.
Is it really worth it to lose your vest in order to export your anger
Ji Sheng sighed, and simply put his whole head under the faucet.
Under the pouring of cold water, Ji Sheng moved his ears, and suddenly caught the dispute outside the door.
"What are you doing here?"
"Is he in there?!"
"It has nothing to do with you, get out."
"I don't want to argue with you, let me in..."
Ji Sheng was taken aback, and straightened up.
There were several disputes, which ended in pushing and fighting.
"Go away!"
The sound of heavy objects hitting, someone was thrown on the door panel.
Ji Sheng went out hesitantly, wanting to check the situation, but bumped into the person who rushed in through the door.
"Sheng Kong knows... Teacher?" Ji Sheng fixed his eyes and said in astonishment, "Why are you here?"
Sheng Kongzhi's face was bruised, but his eyes burst out with chilling excitement the moment he saw Ji Sheng.
"Ji Sheng." He shouted, ecstatically pulling Ji Sheng into his arms.
The author has something to say:
Baby Xiao Ji, if Xiao Xie hadn't spoiled you, you would have fallen off the horse repeatedly.