After sending Han Mo home, Meng Si nestled in the sofa alone with a tablet, he knew that it was impossible for Han Mo to pay attention to the information on the Internet, but Meng Si was sure that this kind of live broadcast program could already see the audience's feedback at night.

With his years of experience, the song chosen by Han Mo today is a bit risky, and part of the reason for maintaining the first place is that it continues the popularity of the last game, and the public judges are mostly young people, the emotions of the scene are driven, and the emotional points will be added a little bit, but it can be seen from the number of votes that the lead in this game is not as obvious as the last one.

Meng Si first opened the homepage of Weike, and as he guessed, as soon as he opened the homepage, all kinds of topics about "looking for a good voice" scrolled across the screen.

"I rarely watched this kind of show before, but today I inadvertently changed the channel and saw Han Mo singing "Ideal", which was very touching, and I still remember when I first started working after graduating from college, I would be entangled every day whether to make a non-air-conditioned car for 1 yuan or an air-conditioned car for 2 yuan. ”

"In the year of its establishment, there was a lot of pressure, and the ideal was eaten by a dog a long time ago, but today I cried when I heard this song "Ideal". ”

"I really didn't expect "The Girl with Wings" to be written by Han Mo, no, I should have thought that at the scene, only Han Mo was so talented, hehe. ”

Meng Si flipped through it briefly, most of them were some positive comments on the songs he sang today, and they were quite harmonious, maybe he thought too much, Meng Si was going to continue to track the dynamics on the Internet tomorrow, and he just wanted to exit the page. Suddenly updated a batch of comments, and they are all entertainment self-media accounts.

"It's really disappointing that a song like "Ideal" can be the first, it's just a moaning without illness, what is the gold content of such a song. ”

"I bet that Han Mo can only sing folk songs, from "Those Flowers", "Southern Girl" to today's "Ideal", all of them are folk songs without exception. To test whether a singer is really a good voice, it must be comprehensively measured, for people who can only sing folk songs, I don't think he can go far, and the audience will be aesthetically tired sooner or later. ”

After a few big Vs spoke, netizens began to be brought to the rhythm.

"I also think that Han Mo can only sing folk songs, and he is tired of listening to too many folk songs. ”

"I can't see that Han Mo will not finish the next issue, will the folk song be sung to the end? Unless there is a backstage, I bet he will be kicked out. ”

"I still like singers with a well-rounded singing style. ”

Of course, Han Mo's fans support him, and they don't want to see anyone say that he will be eliminated, so they immediately fight back.

"What's wrong with the ballad, if the ballad is sung, you can win the championship. ”

"I just like to see Han Mo holding a guitar and singing folk songs, a handsome word. ”

"If I don't want to say anything else, I'll ask you, whether the folk songs written by Han Mo are good or not, and you don't feel moved. ”

Compared with the point-blank attacks of others, the rebuttal of fans who supported Han Mo was a little weak, Meng Si still exited the page, frowning slightly, and his premonition was still coming.

......

It was already late when he got home after the competition, Han Mo took a shower and went to sleep, as Meng Si guessed, he didn't pay attention to the situation on the Internet at all, compared to the competition of the show, he paid more attention to the two books published.

Wang Lei called the first two times and said happily that the 100,000 copies of "Little Red Riding Hood" for the second time have been booked by major bookstores in the northern capital for 30,000 copies, although the sales of books will begin to have a small climax, and then gradually decrease, but Wang Lei has many years of experience in publishing children's books, this book will not be bad, and various bookstores have also called to consult "The Frog Prince", and the publishing house is expected to print another batch of "The Frog Prince". Not only bookstores, but also major kindergartens in Beidu are calling to order these two books.

Han Mo just sold the book text copyright of the two books to the publishing house, and the publishing house will give Han Mo a certain percentage of each book sold, and this money has become Han Mo's main income at present, so he cares so much about the sales of books.

Turn on the computer, enter the book promotion website, and see the book promotion voting ranking list at a glance.

"Little Red Riding Hood" has been topped to the first place, which is not surprising, both in terms of the educational value of the book and the story itself, compared to the story of this world, "Little Red Riding Hood" deserves it. He glanced down again, "The Frog Prince" ranked third, the ranking was relatively stable, Han Mo wanted to rely on these two books to open up popularity, so that when the third book was published, it would be better to negotiate the price with the publishing house, as a rookie writer, he had no right to speak.

Han Mo didn't pay attention to the comments and the like, the things that should be said were said before, and the readers' feedback was already visible from the sales, and he didn't bother to care about other comments, whether negative or positive. Exiting the webpage and closing the computer, Han Mo suddenly remembered the scene where the little guy suddenly appeared yesterday.

He took out his mobile phone, ready to make a call to the little guy, he had already set Shu Ya's phone shortcut, and his finger slid the phone to dial through.

The house is not very soundproof, Han Mo faintly heard it, it seemed that there was a mobile phone ringing outside the door. He didn't pay much attention and continued to wait for the other party to answer the phone, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

Han Mo walked to open the door while holding his mobile phone, and just opened the door, a small person jumped on Han Mo, and Han Mo, who didn't react for a while, leaned back slightly, and immediately hugged the little princess in his arms.

The mobile phone ringing outside the door was still ringing, and Han Mo found that Shu Ya was standing at the door, and he hung up the phone casually.

This is the first time Han Mo has seen Shu Ya up close since he came to this world, the first two meetings were at the show site, Han Mo stood on the stage, and Shu Ya sat under the stage as a guest judge.

Shu Ya was wearing a very low-key dress, a white loose shirt, the top two buttons were loosened just right, and along the fair and slender tender neck, two perfect butterfly bones loomed. The lower body is in black shorts, a pair of beautiful legs are undoubtedly exposed, and a pair of small white shoes are simple and generous.

Han Mo knew a lot of things about Shu Ya in the memories left by the original owner, and he was actually ready to meet Shu Ya for a long time, but when this day came, he was a little nervous and nervous. Dozens of times more nervous than singing on stage, Han Mo didn't know what to say for a while.

The little guy got tired of being in his father's arms, and jumped to the ground with his small schoolbag on his back.

Xuanxuan turned her back to Han Mo and pointed to the small schoolbag behind her, "Dad, help me take the schoolbag off." ”

Han Mo hurriedly took off the little schoolbag from the little guy and held it in his hand.

"Inside is the stomach medicine that your mother bought for you, she said you have a bad stomach, let me remind you to take the medicine. "The little one puts his little hands behind his back like a little adult.

Han Mo was shocked, and when he opened the small schoolbag, he saw that it was indeed full of stomach medicine.

A touch of crimson instantly crept on Shu Ya's face, and an embarrassed smile froze on her face, "Xuanxuan, what ...... Isn't that the medicine you bought for your father?" she saw Han Mo looking at herself, so she didn't dare to look up, laughed awkwardly twice, and fell on Xuanxuan.

The little guy pursed his lips, "I'm still so young, how can I buy medicine by myself, such an insincere lie, Xuanxuan doesn't say it." After saying that, the little guy sighed like an adult, and walked to his small room with his little hands behind his back.

Only Han Mo, who was holding a small schoolbag and didn't know what to say, and Shu Ya, who was embarrassed and scolded Xuanxuan as a "little traitor" in her heart.

The atmosphere became unusually quiet, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

"I ......"

"Me. ”

Both of them said at the same time.

Han Mo coughed lightly, and Shu Ya deliberately looked elsewhere.

"You!"

"You ......"

Again, the two men spoke in unison.

Han Mo decided not to speak anymore and let Shu Ya finish speaking.

Shu Ya's face was burning hot at the moment, her heart was constantly rising and falling, she originally just wanted to care about Han Mo, but she was so embarrassed by the "little traitor" that she gasped.

"You remember to take medicine, your singing is great, I've been a little busy lately, Xuanxuan will stay with you for a few days, I'll go first." Shu Ya finished all the words in one go, and then ran away as if walking out of the door.