Xiao Zuojing became popular after falling in love with her ex

How did we break up?

The lights of the whole venue were dimmed, only the stage was lit with neon lights of various colors, making the band look like they came out of a fairy tale world.

The audience held their breath subconsciously, Fu Wenzhou raised his head slightly, and looked at Jian Cong standing in front of Limai without blinking.

Jian Cong's gaze swept across the blurred auditorium, and finally landed on Fu Wenzhou who stood out in the darkness.

"Wandering through the hustle and bustle of the city's streets is unbearably lost and forgotten"

As soon as Jian Cong opened his mouth, the audience burst into thunderous applause, screams, and cheers that hurt people's eardrums.

[5555 is him, this voice is his! 】

[Help, my tears really came down! 】

[Ah, ah, a martyr!And he also cosplays Brother Fu's appearance in the play!What a dream linkage! 】

Jian Cong and the others sang their debut work "Martyrs". At the beginning, when everyone mentioned this term, they thought of the Masked Band, but they disappeared later.

In addition, Fu Wenzhou later starred in the movie "Martyr" of the same name, which made everyone think of Fu Wenzhou first.

Now that this song came out, everyone's long-standing memories became clear again, and everyone suddenly remembered that the screenwriter of Fu Wenzhou's play once said that he actually got inspiration from this song when he created it.

The low but gentle voice, shed the greenness of eight years ago, and continued to sing with some imperceptible hoarseness——

"Climb up the stiff and numb arms unable to grow and unable to escape"

The music gradually became louder, and the guitar and keyboard sounded in perfect harmony.

"Facing the towering walls;

We are so timid that we lose our desire and give up resistance.”

Drums join in and the bass elegantly unifies several sounds.

"Rules make us succumb to the thorns, but freedom makes us go ashore in solitude;

Maybe hope will come before the dawn I will break down the walls and die in the night"

Most of the audience in the arena used to be fans of Masked Band, but now they are too excited to sit still.

The song reached its climax, the lead singer's gorgeous treble raised the atmosphere to the apex, everyone was singing in chorus, and the audience spontaneously stood up and sang along.

"It is the martyrs who stand on the ruins and the martyrs who die before the dawn;

be a martyr be a free martyr"

The music critics obviously didn't expect the Masked Band to appear, and now they all applauded and cheered excitedly, and a few sensual eyes turned red directly.

Fu Wenzhou sat in the bustle, staring absently at the orange figure, everything around him began to fade.

Gradually, only the bright orange remained in his world.

Just like the music festival eight years ago, he was also in the midst of the excitement.

At that time, he couldn't feel any emotion, the whole world was meaningless, he just lived instinctively.

Dragging his scarred body, wearing a silver-white waiter's mask, and carrying a heavy tray in his hand, he busily shuttled and worked among the crowd.

Until, a voice with a smile came out through the huge speaker: "Long time no see, we are—Masked Band!"

The clear and pleasant voice echoed in the stadium in the night, and lingered in Fu Wenzhou's heart for a long time.

Amid thunderous applause and screams, he slowly turned to look at the stage.

A touch of orange just broke into his sight, breaking all the gray in an instant, domineeringly occupying all his thoughts.

With the sound of "martyr", Fu Wenzhou's heartbeat continued to accelerate and intensify, and strange emotions agitated, making him even forget to do his work.

Without knowing it, he walked to the huge stage, and when the band finished, he stood in the darkness backstage, under the steps, looking up and waiting.

He didn't know what he was waiting for, maybe he just wanted to see who the lead singer was, or maybe he just wanted to taste the feeling of being emotionally moved again.

Amidst the cheers like a tsunami outside, the heavy curtain was lifted, and he got his wish to see the boy in the orange short coat and mask.

The boy stood on the steps, took off his mask, and casually looked at Fu Wenzhou.

The delicate and flawless face was liberated, and his clear and clear eyes looked over. Fu Wenzhou once again tasted the thrill of his heart beating wildly.

One of them is high above, and the other half is hidden in the darkness, just like their identities, the difference between cloud and mud.

Fu Wenzhou didn't speak, but the young man went down the steps and walked up to him.

"Is this for us?" The boy's nice voice sounded.

Fu Wenzhou's heart skipped a beat and he nodded.

The boy just smiled, picked up a glass of water from his tray, slightly curved his beautiful eyes, and said, "Thank you."

Fu Wenzhou wanted to say something, but since he never interacted with people, he couldn't even say a simple hello for a while.

"Are you a staff member here?" Jian Cong casually chatted with him, "Are you our fan?"

Fu Wenzhou paused, and an unknown little thought prompted him to nod.

"Really." Jian Cong was very happy.

He thought for a while, and then took out a small, triangular-shaped guitar string pick from his coat pocket.

At this time, Jian Cong was obviously a social cow, he put the pick on the tray in Fu Wenzhou's hand, and said with a smile: "This is my favorite one, if you don't mind it, I will give it to you, thank you Love our band."

As soon as the words fell, Qin Xingwen and the others came out with a bunch of dolls that fans threw onto the stage.

"Brother Cong, come and save us!"

"I can't take it anymore, hurry up."

Jian Cong immediately leaned over and took some of them from them.

A few people walked backstage talking and laughing, and Fu Wenzhou stood there looking at them, to be precise, looking at Jian Cong alone.

If Jian Cong felt something, he suddenly turned around and smiled at him, "That's my baby, you have to take care of it."

Fu Wenzhou was startled, then nodded solemnly.

As the last lyric of "We are all martyrs" fell, the lights in the audience suddenly brightened like daylight, and Fu Wenzhou woke up like a dream.

This is undoubtedly a flawless audio-visual feast.

Jian Cong's voice was a bit hoarse when he sang high notes, but instead of drinking water immediately, he said into the microphone: "Hi everyone, we are—"

The audience followed and chanted: "Masked Band!"

These four words were all on the barrage. Usually there would always be black and sour barrages on the barrage, but this time there was no disagreement at all.

There is no other reason, just because the Masked Band really hasn't changed a bit in all these years, and they still have that chic and wanton appearance. When the five of them express their emotions on the stage, everyone is infected.

And the lead singer's more mature singing voice than when he was a child has directly raised his singing skills by several levels.

But he also preserved the most primitive emotional empathy, combining unadorned feelings and superb skills, and directly sang this classic into a more classic look.

The audience cheered endlessly, the host then controlled the venue and said: "I know everyone is excited, so am I, but should we let them say a few words first?"

"Yes!" The audience laughed and cooperated.

The host joked: "This audience is really easy to lead."

Everyone laughed, and there was a burst of "hahaha" on the barrage.

"Okay, let's introduce ourselves first."

Jian Cong pursed his lips, deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Hi everyone, I am the lead singer of Mask Band."

Everyone applauded and cheered, but someone suddenly noticed something different on the barrage.

[Everyone, why do I feel that the lead singer's brother's figure is a bit like the young master's? 】

[The voice is also a bit similar. I wanted to say it when I sang just now, but I didn't dare. 】

[And you look at the chin and mouth exposed under the mask, it's really a bit too delicate. 】

Seeing this, someone immediately refuted——

[The young master's fan is really crazy, can you stop touching porcelain?Don't let your young master tarnish everyone's youth, thank you. 】

Fans of Jian Cong's family also hurriedly criticized and appealed, telling everyone not to mention Jian Cong again. The Masked Band is everyone's youth, and Jian Cong is indeed incomparable.

The show was still going on, and after the introduction of the band, the audience voted, and everyone voted their own vote almost tacitly.

After the audience voted, it was the turn of the music critics to comment + score.

"I think this performance is worthy of ten points in terms of both singing skills and performance effects!"

"No matter how many years there are, the lyrics and music of Mask are top-notch in my opinion. Ten!"

"In eight years, you have not only become more handsome, but also performed more calmly. You are the masks I love, and I love you! I give it [-] points!"

"I would call this performance flawless! Ten!"

The 35 music critics all gave ten points, which has never happened since the program was founded, but everyone thinks that this is what Masked Band deserves.

The host looked at the card in her hand, and thought that the band would soon take off their masks, so she shook her hands excitedly.

She can already imagine what everyone will look like, and she should be no more calm than when she was talking about the process for the first time.

"Okay, the voting is over." She looked at Fu Wenzhou and said, "Brother Fu, do you have anything to say?"

There is no doubt that Fu Wenzhou came with Jian Cong, so everyone was a little puzzled when the host suddenly cue him, but they all looked at him curiously, and the camera cut to him.

Fu Wenzhou picked up the microphone and looked straight at Jian Cong's direction.

After a moment of silence, he said softly, "After listening to this song, I also feel like I'm back in high school. I thought of something and I'm very happy."

Fu Wenzhou has never shown his emotions very much, and he has never said such obvious emotional words as "happy" outside the play.

Jian Cong raised his eyebrows, Qin Xingwen and the others subconsciously looked at Jian Cong.

The audience didn't know why, they looked at Fu Wenzhou, and then at the lead singer on stage.

The host calmed down and said, "Thank you, Brother Fu. Next, we have a heartless request. I wonder if the teachers of Masked Band can agree."

Jian Cong smiled: "You say."

[I rely on it!This is Jian Cong himself, right? ! 】

More and more people have discovered the weirdness. In fact, how similar the lead singer and Jian Cong are, no one has time to think about it.

But Fu Wenzhou's gentleness when talking to the lead singer had to make everyone think more.

After all, apart from Jian Cong, no one can make Fu Wenzhou talk like this.

The host asked: "Everyone has been curious about you for a long time, I wonder if I can see you without masks today?"

Jian Cong looked towards the auditorium and said with a smile, "Want to see it?"

"miss you!"

Jian Cong reminded meaningfully: "It may disappoint you."

"will not!"

The audience at the scene was still in high spirits, not as rational as the audience in front of the screen.

[Help, help, is this really the young master? 】

[I really, let me see it quickly, give me a good time. 】

[Where does it look like Jian Cong?Jian Cong's pink face is too big, right? 】

[If the lead singer is Jian Cong, I'll just call him Dad, ha ha. 】

Jian Cong on the stage sighed: "Okay, then take it off."

"Ahhh!"

Everyone was excited, and the number of people in the live broadcast room was increasing, because Masked Band had already become a hot search, and many people were moved by the news.

"Then I'll go first." Wei Hai raised his hand to remove the mask, "Why are you still a little nervous?"

The crowd laughed.

Wei Hai finally took off the mask slowly, and when this smiling face appeared on the screen, both the audience and those in front of the screen became excited.

Everyone could hardly even recognize the word "handsome".

Immediately afterwards, Lu Lingfeng and Li Weiyin also took off their masks one after another. Everyone couldn't even say "handsome". These three people are really more stylish than each other.

But Jian Cong's fans became more and more silent.

One by one, isn't it just the ones that Jian Cong posted on Weibo before?

They slowly thought of a possibility. When Jane sent photos to clarify, the reason why the five of them were together was probably rehearsal!

And after Qin Xingwen took off the mask, not only Jian Cong's fans, but also black fans and passers-by felt a different atmosphere.

The audience also silently looked at the figure in the middle.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Jian Cong finally took off his mask slowly, and unsurprisingly, he revealed that face with a ceiling of beauty.

Everyone: ".."

There was silence, and even the barrage stopped for two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, crazy screams came from the scene, and the bullet screen was swiped with "ah", and the live channel even froze for a moment.

【Ah, it's really him!How could the young master have so many surprises waiting for us! 】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L l I was my idol now, I still can't escape the palm of the Young Master! 】

[It's really Jian Cong, help!I really yelled daddy! 】

Of course, there are also people who suspect that Jian Cong is lip-syncing, or that the few of them stole the identity of the "Masked Band" from others, but such words are simply untenable.

Not to mention that Jian Cong and the others have hardly changed since they were young, but their status as young masters really fits the Masked Band's mission of "not short of money".

And lip-syncing this, the Masked Band will definitely win this round, and then they will choose songs randomly in the next round.

The random selection of songs is also known as the magic mirror of the program of Tianlai Singing, and cats and dogs can see clearly in this round.

Jian Cong picked up the microphone and said with a smile: "Let's just say you will be disappointed."

"Not disappointed!"

Many people at the scene are Jian Cong's walls, and even old fans of the Masked Band. Now they are so excited that they broke their voices after the double surprise.

The host waited for everyone to shout enough, then smiled and said: "Okay, logically speaking, we should take the next part, but the director wants me to ask Brother Fu a question."

Fu Wenzhou was a little surprised, but he still picked up the microphone: "You ask."

"That's right. According to inside sources, when you took over the role of "The Martyr", you lowered your salary to fight for it, right?"

Jane paused and looked at him.

"Martyr" is Fu Wenzhou's second starring role in the movie. At that time, Jian Cong had been avoiding matters related to him, so he never paid attention to related news. This is the first time he has heard this statement.

Fu Wenzhou apparently didn't expect this to be the problem. He glanced at Jian Cong, and then said vaguely, "It's about the same."

At that time, he had just become a new actor because of his last movie "Brother", and his popularity was in a mess, and his salary also increased.

And "Martyr" was a film with a small investment, and there was no money to invite him, but he still took the initiative to find it, and the film salary was only 3000 yuan, and the salary of the group actors was higher than him.

"Then can I ask why you did this?" the host asked again.

Fu Wenzhou rubbed his fingertips, and said softly, "It's not convenient to say."

The host knew what he didn't want to say, so he would not say it, so he changed the subject with a smile, and turned to Jian Cong: "Then I want to ask Brother Cong, did you know that the inspiration for this drama is your band's song?"

"Know a little." Jian Cong said very conservatively.

The director continued to ask the host questions, but in her opinion, those questions were too instructive, and they meant digging holes for Jian Cong.

So she just ignored it and said with a smile: "Okay, then thank you Brother Cong, thank you Mask Band, please go down and have a rest first."

The next two singers came on stage, and their singing was no problem, but Jian Cong and the others were compared in front, which made them less interesting, and the number of votes was naturally lower than that of Jian Cong.

After everyone has finished singing, all the votes will be announced.

The top two in the star group are Masked Band, who scored a perfect score, and Meng Haoze, who scored 89 points.

The top two in the amateur group were a bit dramatic. Fortunately, No.1 was a white-collar girl with a unique singing voice, and No.2 was the high school boy who was told to cry by the music critics.

Everyone probably voted for encouragement, but in fact the boy himself sang well, but because he didn't learn it systematically and was too nervous, he seemed a little green.

The "Tian Lai Singing" program group is indeed relatively fair and random, but it's not true that they don't completely control the direction of the program. For example, this time they want to intervene in the development of the program for the sake of drama.

For example, in the following "random" grouping, Meng Haoze will be matched with that girl, and Jian Cong and the others will meet a boy.

After scrolling for a few seconds, the four groups of photos on the big screen finally stopped, and the displayed grouping results were exactly what the program group wanted.

The host announced that the two pairs have successfully formed a team, and then they will enter the song selection process.

Qin Xingwen took the microphone and said, "Can I say something?"

"Of course." The host gestured to him.

Qin Xingwen said conveniently: "Let Brother Cong do the next part by himself, we won't make trouble for him, is that okay?"

This is to give Jian Cong a chance to perform alone, to show off his abilities as Jian Cong, not as a band.

The director's voice of approval came from the host's ears, and she nodded: "Yes."

This was discussed by Hao Xian with them in advance, so Jian Cong didn't have any objections. Originally asking Qin Xingwen and the others to act for him once put them under a lot of pressure, and they couldn't use it over and over again.

Even if you don't think about their image, you have to think about their grandparents who have heart disease and high blood pressure.

Soon, there were only four guest performers and the host left on the stage.

"Next, we will enter the random song selection process."

There is a control console in the middle of the stage, and many songs will be randomly scrolled on the big screen behind. Guests need to press the control button to choose a song to perform. The preparation time is 10 minutes.

"Are you going to press?" Jian Cong asked the boy standing beside him.

The boy's name was Zhao Keke. He was fair and handsome, and his height only reached Jian Cong's chin. His eyes were red because he had just cried, and he looked very pitiful.

He seemed to be frightened by Jian Cong, he shook, and waved his hands hastily: "No, no need, you decide."

Jian Cong laughed, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, don't be nervous, you sing very well."

Zhao Keke nodded timidly.

"Then if you don't go, can I let Fu Wenzhou go?" Jian Cong asked him.

Zhao Keke nodded hastily: "Okay, you have the final say."

Jane Cong: ".."

Is he so unfriendly to children?Why does this Zhao Keke seem to be afraid of him?

Meng Haoze and his group chose the song first, and it was Meng Haoze who chose it.

It was a popular little love song, with a very sweet style, and it happened to be a male and female duet.

It's just that Meng Haoze was a little dissatisfied after the selection. The little love song was indeed easy to sing, but because everyone was familiar with this song, it didn't make much difference whether he sang it well or not, and there was no hit point.

Originally, before he came, his agent had told him that he would be the most popular singer in this episode, and he would definitely win the final championship.

It's just that Jian Cong suddenly appeared, not only stealing his attention, but also making him second in the first round.

Just like Jian Cong loves Shengyao Entertainment, some famous stars in Shengyao Entertainment also don't like Jian Cong. There are many reasons, as if Jian Cong is born to overcome them.

He first had a quarrel with Wang Shi and was on the trending searches, then he had a quarrel with Fang Yuze on the show, and last night he made Bai Qingxin unhappy.

Now, Meng Haoze met Jian Cong again, and he couldn't get overwhelmed by the other party, so he felt aggrieved.

Just considering the live broadcast camera, Meng Haoze didn't show any displeasure on his face, and kept smiling politely.

When it was Jian Cong's turn to pick a song, Jian Cong looked at Fu Wenzhou and said, "Can you pick one for me?"

Fu Wenzhou subconsciously stood up, but paused before taking a step: "Are you sure you want me to smoke?"

[Hahaha Brother Fu is so unconfident about his luck. 】

[But I really want to see how backhanded Brother Fu is, I don't believe he can get bad draws every time. 】

Jian Cong thought the same way, he said: "Come on, I don't believe you are unlucky every time."

He doesn't believe in this evil anymore, how can Fu Wenzhou draw an alien song for him?

Fu Wenzhou had no way to refuse him, so he had no choice but to step onto the stage.

Jian Cong took Zhao Keke and stood beside him, motioning for him to start.

The song titles on the big screen began to scroll, Fu Wenzhou looked at the screen seriously, and then pressed the button heavily.

A string of song titles stopped on the screen, and the audience was silent.

[What kind of bird is this?Why don't I know any of them? 】

[Visual guess is Thai, a bit familiar. 】

[The foreign language department showed up and said that it is indeed Thai, but I have never heard of this song. 】

Everyone: ".."

Jian Cong looked at Fu Wenzhou with a complicated expression.

Fu Wenzhou's jawline was tense, his fingers were bewildered on the buttons, and he whispered, "Would you like to smoke it again?"

Jian Cong didn't speak, but turned to Zhao Keke and asked, "Have you heard this song?"

When he asked, he didn't give any hope. He can sing Thai himself. He has indeed heard this song, and even made an adaptation.

But Zhao Keke looked like the kind of obedient kid who just studied silently all day long. He probably never learned Thai.

"I've heard it several times." Zhao Keke replied in a low voice, "I, I can speak Thai."

Jian Cong was astonished, and Fu Wenzhou looked sideways at him when he heard the words.

Zhao Keke looked up at the two of them cowardly, and whispered, "My sister-in-law is from Thailand."

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows in surprise, Jian Cong was amused by Fu Wenzhou's weird luck.

He gave Fu Wenzhou a funny look, and said, "You're not bad luck."

Not only is it not bad, it's even surprisingly good, but a Thai song was selected, and he and Zhao Keke can both know it.

Fu Wenzhou looked at him, and said seriously: "My luck will be better when I meet you."

"Tsk." Jian Cong glared at him.

Neither of them spoke into the microphone, so no one heard what they said except Zhao Keke, who blushed after hearing this conversation.

The child was just too shy and a little embarrassed, but it was different when the scene was zoomed in on the screen.

[What's the matter with this weird family of three? 】

[Why is my brother blushing!What did these two brothers say?Is there anything we can't hear? 】

[Don't worry, there will be a wife who can talk with lips to save us. 】

The host asked: "Brother Cong, do you want to change the song? If you want to change, Brother Meng and his team also agreed."

Meng Haoze nodded and said, "If Teacher Jian wants to change, we can draw again."

It happened that he didn't want to sing this little love song, so it would be in his interest to choose a new one, and because he generously asked Jian Cong and the others to change the song, he could gain a good reputation of being considerate and helping the seniors.

But Jian Cong was more understanding than him, and said with a smile: "Thank you, don't bother, we can sing this."

Everyone was a little shocked. They didn't know the two words that Jian Cong and the others whispered, so they didn't know that Jian Cong and Zhao Keke could sing Thai. They just thought they were trying to be brave. They regret.

Meng Haoze felt a little regretful, but after thinking about it, the song the other party wanted to sing was so unpopular, he must not be able to sing it well, and his little love song might win.

After settling down, the two groups stepped down to prepare.

Ten minutes later, the two groups reappeared on the stage, with Meng Haoze and the girl performing first.

Their performances were useless, but the beautiful men and women sang little love songs to satisfy the needs of the audience. The atmosphere was sweet and lively for a while, and the response was good.

Then came the performances of Jian Cong and Zhao Keke.

【Sigh, the young master is indeed a little risky this time. This is a Thai song. Unless he has heard and learned it, it will be really difficult. 】

[And even if the young master can sing, the younger brother doesn't look like he can sing, alas. 】

【cheer up!It doesn't matter if the young master can't sing well this time, the surprise he gave us tonight is big enough! 】

[I don't care, I feel that the young master can surprise me again this time, so I look forward to rubbing my hands. 】

The stage was lit up again, and everyone saw that Jian Cong actually sat in front of the drum set this time, while Zhao Keke was in front of the keyboard.

What they played this time was the version that Jian Cong had adapted before. He coded the score just now according to his memory. Unexpectedly, Zhao Keke memorized it after only listening to it once, and gave him several suggestions.

Jian Cong was very surprised, because he found that the child not only had a good memory, but also a better musical talent.

And what surprised him the most was that the kid actually said that he had learned the piano for more than ten years, and he could cooperate well with him.

The auditorium went dark again, and the two people on the stage looked at each other, and then Zhao Keke pressed the keys, and the smooth music poured out.

Jian Cong's eyes lit up. The kid was really humble when he said he could play.

Jian Cong pursed his lips, and followed the sound of the piano, lighting the drums one after another to play the prelude.

The cheerful notes seemed to jump out of their hands, so playful and flexible that people couldn't help but follow the rhythm and laugh.

The unintelligible lyrics were sung. Obviously everyone didn't know the meaning, but they felt that this must be a very cute song.

Zhao Keke's voice is a slightly youthful voice, but Jian Cong's voice is a completely youthful voice, especially when he is willing to deliberately suppress his voice when singing, which makes his voice sound very magnetic and mature.

Zhao Keke was very nervous in the last round of the competition, so the mistakes were more obvious, but now he seems to be infected by Jian Cong's self-confidence and ease, and he really started to enjoy the stage.

Zhao Keke's hands moved quickly on the keyboard, and Jian Cong held the drumsticks in both hands, beating the drumhead skillfully.

He took off his coat, and unbuttoned two buttons of the black satin shirt inside, revealing his beautiful collarbone. The necklace swayed with his movements, as if he was as comfortable as himself.

There was a sudden pause in the music and singing before the chorus, Jian Cong pursed his lips, spun the drumstick in his hand twice and then slammed on the drumhead, Zhao Keke immediately followed, and his fingers walked out of the broken keyboard directly. film.

The whole place was set on fire.

Some music critics excitedly said: "This song has been changed too well!"

Some people in the audience also found out, and started popularizing science one after another.

[It is indeed an adaptation. Although the original song of this song is also very happy, it is not as comfortable as this version. I can't help shaking my body when I listen to it. 】

[Damn, hahaha, we all crowded together in the dormitory to watch, and now we realize that everyone is shaking hahaha! 】

[Although I don't understand, the smile in the young master's singing really pissed me off! 】

【I do not care!The appearance of the young master playing the drums really made my nose bleed wildly, I am the necklace around his neck! 】

[What necklace to make, I want to be Brother Fu!I want to feel the happiness of Brother Fu! 】

Fu Wenzhou himself sat under the stage, looking at Jian Cong who was singing wantonly on the stage, he couldn't help laughing too.

Qin Xingwen and the others came onto the stage suddenly. They found all kinds of "guns" that can spray toy banknotes and rainbow bubbles. They "fired" while holding the guitar and bass harmony, and they all jumped happily to the rhythm. The whole place suddenly became more ignited.

The songs Jian Cong sang were full of smiles, and all the other contestants were invited to the stage by Qin Xingwen and the others. Even the host and a few music critics in the front row were on stage. Everyone was hilarious, everyone was excited. laughing.

The audience outside the screen were envious, this is not a competition, this is a large-scale disco scene, the joyful atmosphere is about to burst out of the screen!

After singing the 3-minute song, everyone still hasn't recovered.

Jian Cong's hair was all messed up, he put down the drumstick, raised his hand to stroke his hair, his chest heaved in a mess.

Zhao Keke also rolled his eyes with a smile, showing his two canine teeth unexpectedly, amused Qin Xingwen and others who were close by, this child's smile is really festive.

After bowing and thanking, everyone took their seats, and there were only two groups of guests left on the stage.

Meng Haoze was dragged around for a while just now, and now he doesn't even need to think about it, he knows that Jian Cong will definitely win.

At this time, he is indeed a Buddha, and he is indeed incomparable.

He suddenly remembered the rumor on the Internet - how cool it is to be a fan of Jian Cong, now he probably understands, but this time he might be the one who got slapped in the face.

Fortunately, he didn't show anything wrong just now, otherwise he would probably be included in the face-slapping collection tonight.

He was still panting, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

However, he has come to a conclusion, don't set him up for the battle of the upper class, he will definitely hide as far away as possible when he sees Jian Cong in the future, and he has to tell the other brothers, don't just follow Bai Qingxin's "exhortation" Go mess with Jane Cong!

"Thank you for the wonderful performances of the two groups of guests!" The host calmed down and said, "It's been a long time since our show has been so exciting."

"Yes!" The audience and the music critics all said in unison.

The host laughed: "Let us once again thank Jian Cong and Zhao Keke for their wonderful performances."

Everyone applauded, and the final voting session was no surprise, Jian Cong and the others won by a large score.

This time, no one was dissatisfied, and no one said anything sour. Everyone seemed to be digesting the fact that Jian Cong was the lead singer of Masked Band.

And before the live broadcast was over that night, the hot search topics about Jian Cong came up one after another, and the most eye-catching one was #见雄应有多少奇迹#

Inside, both Jian Cong fans and passers-by were discussing enthusiastically.

[Can act, take pictures, sing, play guitar, drums and other musical instruments, and then he said that he will go to heaven, I believe it! 】

【God can’t go to heaven, but I think he might be able to dance, just the two twists he made when he played the drum didn’t look like an ordinary person. 】

[I feel that this can also be a collection, and compare it with the face-slapping collection next door hahaha. 】

This night was another restless night, but compared to usual, it didn't seem to be lively, because the black fans didn't dare to show their heads.

They seemed to have been hit, or Jian Cong suddenly had too many passerby fans because of his status as the "lead singer", which made them unable to fight back. In short, there were not many bad remarks.

And Hao Xian was also relieved when he saw this, and no longer worried about it himself.

"I've negotiated with you about the copyright of the adaptation of that song. The other party also watched the live broadcast and thinks that your modification is very good, and the cost is not too much."

When this song was drawn just now, Jian Cong asked Hao Xian to contact the original singer for the copyright of the adaptation.

Fortunately, the other party does not have a company, and the lyrics and music score are all his own, and he liked it very much after watching the live broadcast, so it was so easy to talk about.

"Okay, then let's have dinner together when we're free." Jian Cong said.

Fu Wenzhou agreed to invite everyone to dinner, so everyone made time for tonight.

Hao Xian said, "Let's not talk about food first, what do the two bosses think of that Zhao Keke just now?"

"Huh?" Jian Cong was puzzled.

Fu Wenzhou explained: "The studio is going to sign artists, and I've been looking at them, but I'm not satisfied."

"Are you going to sign a pure rookie?"

"Correct."

Jian Cong probably understood that pure newcomers don't have so many conditions, and they don't have so many lawsuits and dark histories that need to be covered up.

"I don't understand music, what do you think?" Fu Wenzhou asked Jian Cong.

He observed Jian Cong's expression, he wanted him to slowly participate in the preparation of the studio, as Hao Xian said, he wanted the studio to become their family workshop.

Jian Cong didn't expect it to be so deep, and just said: "I think this kid has good talent and a cute personality."

Fu Wenzhou and Hao Xian looked at each other, and Hao Xian said, "Okay, then I'll talk to his parents now."

Zhao Ke came to the competition with his parents. Hao Xian is going to invite the three of them to have a meal and have a good chat.

Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou went to the restaurant with Qin Xingwen and the others, which happened to be the property of Jian Cong's family, and Fu Wenzhou was one of the partners of this restaurant.

"Is this the crystallization of love between you two?" Wei Hai teased.

Qin Xingwen said speechlessly: "You are illiterate, is this how you use it? This is clearly the husband and wife shop of the two of them."

Jian Cong's forehead suddenly hurt: "One more nonsense, I'll throw it out for you, believe it or not?"

"Believe me." Qin Xingwen hurriedly shut up.

Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips and poured tea for everyone and water for Jian Cong.

"Eh? Why doesn't brother Cong have any tea?