Chapter Seventy-Seven: You're Really My Fan

After a round of evaluation, Zhang Qian came to the stage from the new stage and stood with her opponent.

The fateful moment came.

The first to vote was Ann Chiuki.

She only thought about it briefly and made her choice.

"I still think that a competition is a competition, and a perfect performance is worthy of promotion!"

Her answer speaks for itself.

Zhang Qian lowered her head.

An Qiuqi's choice, she was not surprised.

In a game, mistakes are the biggest taboo.

When the judges heard the flaws in the song, it was inevitable that she would be out.

It's just a pity that Wan Xiaofeng's three songs have been practiced for a long time, but they didn't have the opportunity to sing them on stage.

He...... I guess I'll be disappointed too, right?

An Qiuqi's choice made Wan Xiaofeng frown.

He knew that with just a few words from his own, it would be difficult to make the other two judges change their minds.

But looking at Zhang Qian, who was lonely on the stage, I felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

He decided to give it a final try.

picked up the microphone in his hand and said to Li Feilin with a smile.

"Miss Film, why don't you come to the finale this round?"

Li Feilin knew what he meant.

Wan Xiaofeng wanted to show his answer first.

She smiled and nodded.

"Then thank you Wan Dao!"

Wan Xiaofeng got her consent, organized the language, and said:

"Actually, I've been thinking about a question, what is the meaning of the singing audition?"

As soon as his question came out, the scene fell silent, and everyone looked at him suspiciously.

"Recently, this year, singing auditions have sprung up, and major TV stations have held their own talent shows.

But every time the contestants are selected, they are like carved out of a mold, with better faces, moving voices, and singing popular songs now.

Even if many contestants get a good ranking, they are like a flash in the pan, and she can't be seen in the entertainment industry the next year.

So does such a draft make sense?"

When Wan Xiaofeng asked this question for the second time, everyone was pondering.

Yes, there have been too many drafts in the past few years, several of them every year, one after another, but who remembers the top ten of "Voice of Youth" last year?

Maybe it's good to remember two or three, and "Voice of Youth" has always been the highest rated talent show.

What about the drafts of other stations?

Wan Xiaofeng looked at everyone's expressions and knew that the time for a showdown had come.

"Slowly, I realized that there was one important thing missing from these shows. ”

"What is it?"

The moderator blurted out, and he asked the questions that everyone was asking.

"Responsibility!"

"Responsibility?"

Li Feilin softly repeated Wan Xiaofeng's words.

"Is Director Wan talking about a sense of responsibility to the players?"

Wan Xiaofeng shook his head.

"It's not just a sense of responsibility for the players, but also for the Chinese music scene. ”

Li Feilin was thoughtful, and Wan Xiaofeng continued to talk.

"The singing talent show in my heart should take the responsibility of promoting the Chinese music scene, and discover potential singers and different song styles for the Chinese music scene.

It should not be a follower, but a pioneer, with a multi-element style of discourse music, it will be more healthy development!

Similarly, players who have their own personality and style can go further on the road of singers!"

At this point, Wan Xiaofeng couldn't say much, he closed his mouth and waited for everyone to digest it slowly.

The host was the first to come out of contemplation, only to find that Wan Xiaofeng's comment session had seriously overtimed.

He immediately took the lead and applauded Wan Xiaofeng, and the people at the scene came back to their senses when they heard his applause and joined the applause.

This time, the applause was much louder than the applause when the judges were introduced.

This atmosphere was not suitable for shouting, so the applause of the audience lasted for a long time.

It wasn't until the host started speaking that everyone stopped.

"Wan Dao's explanation is really eye-opening, but now we have to continue to compete, so what is your choice!"

Wan Xiaofeng did not hesitate to put up Zhang Qian's sign, and said.

"I want to leave the opportunity to those who dare to break through!"

The moderator loudly announced:

"Wan Dao's choice is, Zhang Qian!"

Zhang Qian's eyes were very red, she tried hard not to let herself cry, and looked at Wan Xiaofeng intently.

The presenter's voice rang out again.

"Now the score of the two contestants is 1-1, and the key to deciding where to stay is up to you, Miss Film. ”

With the host's words, all the lighting, photography, and the audience's eyes were all aimed at Li Feilin.

Li Feilin didn't say a word, and kept exchanging eyes on the two players.

After struggling for a long time, she took a deep breath and made a choice.

"I think Director Wan is right, and I also want to leave opportunities to those who dare to break through. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly erected Zhang Qian's sign.

Zhang Qian was surprised by Li Feilin's choice.

She covered her mouth incredulously, and her tears could no longer be held back, and they fell with a clatter.

After Wan Xiaofeng heard Li Feilin's choice, he quietly compared "yes" in his heart.

Zhang Qian, Zhang Qian, this time you don't want to thank Uncle Ben.

Fool me with a few more beers, are you embarrassed to make a move?

……

Zhang Qian finally entered the top 6 without danger.

After the game, she returned to her dormitory and rested in bed without dinner.

I remember the scene from today's game.

She knew that if there was no Wan Xiaofeng, she would have to leave Shonan today.

She originally wanted to make a phone call to Wan Xiaofeng, but the phone was always turned off.

After several failed attempts, she gave up.

She wanted to make up a text message and send it to Wan Xiaofeng, but after making up a large paragraph, she felt not very satisfied, so she simply deleted it and started again, repeating it several times, and finally only sent two words.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Qian's current mood should be called happiness.

She has been a duckweed in the entertainment industry for many years, and she has always been helpless, like a headless fly running into a wall everywhere.

Today's performance gave her a feeling of being able to rely on for the first time.

It's a really blissful feeling.

……

Wan Xiaofeng sat on the plane, waiting to take off.

His phone was turned off.

The night flight was deserted, and he was the only one except for a few flight attendants.

After waiting for a long time, the second guest came up.

And an acquaintance.

"Wan Dao is so coincidental?"

The word is really coincidental.

The person who came was Li Feilin!

"Ah, yes, what a coincidence!"

Wan Xiaofeng pretended to say hello.

In fact, Wan Xiaofeng is still a little awkward when he sees her now.

After all, rubbing the flow of people is not a bright thing.

There are many people during the game, which can dilute a lot of embarrassment.

But when the two were alone, that embarrassment slipped back.

After Li Feilin put down the salute, she sat directly next to Wan Xiaofeng.

I took out a magazine and flipped through it.

Wan Xiaofeng also took a magazine and flipped it up absentmindedly.

The plane took off.

There were still just the two of them on the plane.

Maybe the magazine is not good-looking, Li Feilin flipped through it casually and put it down.

"Director Wan, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

Wan Xiaofeng was still staring at the magazine, not daring to look at Li Feilin.

"Yours really my fan?"

……