Like this kind of draft competition, except for the audition stage, all other competitions must have an "exciting promotion announcement" at the end of the program. Even though the judges have already determined who can advance, they still have to have a heated discussion in front of the audience, and then call all the contestants back to the stage to announce the results in public.
Qiu Qiu hid in the toilet and chatted with Fu Ruien. They were so happy that they almost forgot the time. It was Fu Ruien who reminded him before he remembered.
He hung up the phone in a hurry and rushed back to the backstage. Other than him, the other contestants had arrived and were listening to the dispatcher explaining the process to them for a while. The order of queuing up to play was the same as the order of the competition. Hua Xiang lined up behind Qiu Qiu with arms folded, looking at the sky and the earth, left and right but not Qiu Qiu.
Qiu Qiu took the initiative to apologize: "I'm sorry, I really want to listen to your song, but I have an important call at the moment, and I have to answer it."
Hua Xiang has been a young master who has been praised since he was a child, and he always speaks like a bull: "Who is so important, your father?"
"Well, my godfather."
"...that 'Aston Martin'?" Hua Xiang's temper came and went quickly. He remembered the top luxury car that made him covetous, and his saliva was about to flow down. He had only seen it at the auto show before. It's the first time I saw a live jet on the road!
Qiu Qiu corrected him sternly: "It's wrong for you to do this. You can't give someone a nickname because of a certain quality. Think about it, if someone called you 'that mophead', wouldn't you be happy too? ?”
Hua Xiang covered his head in surprise and injury.
Qiu Qiu: "Besides, my godfather is more than just this car."
"..."
Because Qiu Qiu had long been mentally prepared that he would be promoted, he was the most calm among all the players after playing. When the word "Qiu Qiu" appeared on the big screen, the audience off the field was ebullient. Qiu Qiu was not surprised until then, because he noticed that apart from Xiaoli's slapping group, other All he applauded were unfamiliar audiences.
In his heart... he was quite happy.
This kind of happiness is different from the first time he published "tofu cubes" in a magazine, different from receiving a scholarship from the principal, different from watching his godfather eat up the dinner he made... This is a completely strange feeling. Happy, mixed with pride, confidence and a bit of a well-deserved surprise.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be liked by fans.
Qiu Qiu's two friends, Qi Qiqi and Hua Xiang, also advanced. Qiu Qiu heard Qi Qiqi's singing. Before Qi Qiqi spoke, he really didn't expect that such a small body could contain so much energy. Qi's parents are religious, and sent their children to the choir since childhood. When Qiqi spoke, the ethereal and ethereal voice seemed to be able to summon angels.
Qiu Qiu selfishly hopes that the three of them can make it to the end, but this is a singing competition, not a marathon, and it cannot be won by endurance.
…
After the game, Xiaoli and her members of the slapping group surrounded Qiu Qiu, asking him to give a victory speech, and asking him if he would be nervous while waiting for the announcement of the result.
Qiu Qiu thought for a while, and said honestly: "Actually, I was quite nervous during the competition... I was always worried that my wig would fall off."
Everyone: "..."
The game started at seven o'clock and ended at nine o'clock, and it was already past ten o'clock when the game ended. Their dormitory at University A has no access control time. No matter how late you go back, you can enter and exit the dormitory by swiping your card. All college students nowadays are night owls. For them, after ten o'clock, the nightlife has just started, and everyone is full of energy. You discuss with each other and find a place to celebrate.
Everyone worked tirelessly from the school to the studio to cheer him on, both credit and hard work, and many people only ate a piece of bread to satisfy their hunger before watching the show. Young people are hungry very fast. Qiu Qiu has heard that several people's stomachs They were beating the drums, and the loudest one was Qiu Qiu himself.
Qiu Qiu patted his stomach, dimples sank into his cheeks: "Let's go eat hot pot, I'll treat you!"
In order to cheer him on, more than 50 people came from their Department of Chinese Language and Literature. Calculated at 200 per person, this is more than 10,000 yuan. Qiu Qiu didn't feel bad about money, he had just received a bonus of 50,000 yuan, and his pockets were abundant, but he had just promised on the phone that the bonus he got would be paid back to Fu Ruien first, but now he could only renege on his promise.
On the way to the hot pot restaurant, he took out his cell phone guiltily and sent a text message to his godfather.
Autumn is the autumn of autumn: Godfather, have you slept yet
Dad is godfather's father: No, what's the matter
Autumn is the autumn of autumn: Can I pay you back 40,000 yuan first>