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The last note fell, and the whole stage, the whole art gallery, there was a quiet sound of needle dropping. There was no applause, no applause at all, everyone seemed to have been hypnotized, just opened their eyes wide, looked at Meng Ke stupidly, and looked at the expressionless mask.

"Excuse me, what's the name of your song?" Zeng Haiyuan, who was the main judge, actually used two honorific words, one please, one you, which shows his admiration for Meng Ke, which also shows from the other side that although he is sometimes very old-fashioned, he really loves music.

"Mangzhong, this song is called Mangzhong. Meng Ke stroked the strings of the guzheng, "I wonder if this song can meet the key words proposed by the judges?"

Without waiting for the other judges to comment, Zeng Haiyuan was the first to speak: "Satisfied, a hundred satisfied, ten thousand satisfied, to be honest, when I asked that question, I didn't expect you to create it." I was deliberately making things difficult for you, but I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that such an excellent trend music would be born from our Nanchuan Division. ”

"Not true. ”

"Not true. ”

"It's not one, it's two, your "Youth", and your "Mangzhong"!"

"I personally propose that these two songs can be used as the main songs of our Nanchuan Division, and let the national audience take a look, although we are the competition area with the smallest number of participants, the strength level is not worse than other divisions, or even stronger. The quantity does not determine the quality of the music, only the works, only the works can. ”

"I will give out the judges' direct card here, I hope you will continue to work hard and strive to win the championship for Nanchuan, and when the time comes, I will definitely cheer for you on the spot. ”

"In the end, I vouch for my own personality, the first scene and today's improvisation topics are all my personal ideas, definitely not a shady scene arranged in advance, I will stand for the 'years can be turned back', anyone who doesn't believe it, can find me a theory. ”

"I am willing to put my life's honor on the sake of good works. ”

Ruthless.

Be ruthless when you want to embarrass someone.

If he really speaks more ruthlessly after turning a fan, this is to help Meng Ke resist all the pressure of public opinion on his shoulders, this Zeng Haiyuan can, he has the temper of a 'musical angry youth'.

When Meng Ke walked down from the stage, it was still Lin Jing standing on the side of the stage waiting for him, his cheeks were slightly red, his eyes were full of little stars, the stars were full of peach blossoms, and the peach blossoms were mixed with caution.

Live like a little nymphomaniac who fell in love.

took the microphone in Meng Ke's hand very skillfully, and then asked Meng Ke to hold his shoulder, and was very enjoyed by Meng Ke rubbing his little brain, and finally muttered softly: "Brother Lao, you sing so well, can you let me see your face under the mask?"

"Bang!"

A brain melon exploded on Lin Jingjing's brain, and Meng Ke said in a deep voice: "Brother only sells his art, not his body, what do you want, let's go." ”

"Leaving the venue early?"

"What else are you doing here? I have a lot of things to do. ”

"Are you going back to writing a book? I read on the Internet that my brother is a writer. ”

"That's right, I'm a ...... Well, writers, in fact, are those who write web novels, and writers may be more appropriate. ”

"It's already amazing, I read "Celebrating More Than Years" for one night, and I like it very much. ”

"Then keep liking it. ”

"Huh?"

"Or else?"

"Oh. ”

When Meng Ke put his arm around Lin Jingjing's neck and was about to leave the art center, suddenly a staff member of the program team came over: "Teacher Shiyue, please wait a minute." ”

Meng Ke turned his head and was stunned: "Do you have to wait until the show is over before you can leave?" I really have something urgent, what is the result, you just need to call me to inform me." ”

The staff member waved his hand again and again: "I didn't want to stop you from leaving, our director asked me to come over and remind you that it was best not to leave through the main entrance." ”

"What's wrong?"

"There are reporters at the main entrance, if you are not afraid of trouble. ”

In just two sentences, Meng Ke understood the meaning, after all, it is a national competition, and the top ten in the competition area will definitely be surrounded by reporters. Reporters can't be allowed to take pictures at the recording site, but it's different outside, and it's everyone's right to shoot how they like, and they can't control it.

Meng Ke nodded: "Thank you for me, director." ”

"No thanks, our director said, I'll see you again, he invited you to dinner when he arrived at Mingzhu, he's too busy today, this is our director's business card, and he has your contact information. ”

Taking a white hard-cover card, Meng Ke casually read his name: "Wang Aiguo?"

It's a memorable name, and it fits the style of that era very well.

"Let's go, we'll have to find another exit. Meng Ke rubbed Lin Jing's brain.

"Do you need me to drive the car to the door in advance?" Lin Jing waved his small fist.

"If you can, that's for the best. ”

Anyway, Lin Jingjing is a soy sauce player, and if she can enter the semifinals, she knows that it is because of the back door, whether she can enter the top ten or not, she is not forced.

Regardless of whether she can enter the top ten or not, she can find a way to enter the scene of Mingzhu Terrace, which does not affect her to cheer Meng Ke at all.

"Then we'll see you at the back door. ”

Lin Jing went out to drive from the main gate by himself, and Meng Ke wore a mask and walked towards the back door.

However.

When Meng Ke had just walked out of the back door and was about to stretch his waist to breathe a sigh of relief, he was suddenly attacked. How to say it, it can't be considered an attack, it's just a few microphones for interviews, but it's just that it was slammed to the side of the mouth by such an iron bump, and no one can be happy.

It turns out that there are also reporters at the back door.

The routine reporters of the program team all understand, is it really only squatting at the main gate?

You're going to lose your job......

One by one, the sneering reporters stared at Meng Ke who was wearing a mask, and before he could speak, he made it clear: "Boy, you still want to run through the back door, it's so popular on the Internet, how can you not accept the interview, honestly cooperate with us to finish the interview, otherwise, don't think about going anywhere." ”

Most of these are new media or tabloid websites, and the real big units will directly contact the program team, but the more this kind of media, the more difficult it is. Because their income may be directly linked to manuscripts, photos, videos, clicks, and reprints, whoever can get first-hand information, who can get exclusive information, who is the king.

Therefore, now that Meng Ke is blocked, he will definitely not let go easily.

"Hello, we are ......"

Familiar opening line.

But Meng Ke was not ready to listen to these nonsense, and the corner of his eye had already seen the red sports car from far and near: "Everyone, in this way, let me introduce myself first, the questions come one by one, we have time." ”