Chapter XXXIII

Xiong Junliang paused for a long time, and finally spit out two words, "", he seemed to be a little unable to believe his ears, and asked repeatedly, "You, you, are you really Zhang Bufan?"

Zhang Bufan smiled and said, "If there is only one Zhang Bufan who participates in the show today, it will be me!"

Xiong Junliang heard this, and became even more excited, "Brother, I really admire you, you are a good radio anchor, you come to be a singer, you can really do ...it" After that, Xiong Junliang pestered Zhang Bufan to ask questions and ask questions, and Zhang Bufan did not advance, nor did he retreat. can only deal with it occasionally, after all, Xiong Junliang's words are really too much.

Suddenly, there was a quiet moment in the audience, and it seemed that the focus was on the door of the studio, only to see a row of people coming, Zhang Bufan's eyes were sharp, and he saw at a glance that the person who came was Chen Yizi's team. Chen Yizi's dress is no different from usual, and she thinks that she has to put on makeup again before going on stage, so she is not dressed up carefully.

When Chen Yizi arrived, all seven singers had already arrived. At this time, the director team began to organize the lottery, and a middle-aged man walked in with a young man, who was holding a silver-white box in his hand, which should be used for lottery.

The middle-aged man came in and looked around, he should be counting. Seeing that everyone was coming, he said, "This is the lottery box, there are seven blue balls in it, and there are numbers on them. Alright, the rules are out of the way, and you can start the lottery!"

After listening to the middle-aged man's words, the singers began to gather in the studio, but everyone only looked at the box, and no one wanted to make a bird.

Xiong Junliang asked Zhang Bufan softly next to him, "What number do you want to draw?"

Zhang Bufan waved his hand very casually, "It doesn't matter, it's okay!" Xiong Junliang immediately glanced at him, "Don't you know that the more you go to the back, the more advantageous you are, if you are the first to go, when all seven people finish singing, your song will have long been forgotten by the audience, and what do you compare with others!"

Zhang Bufan naturally understands this truth, but he still believes that in the face of absolute strength, this is just floating clouds.

Seeing that no one stepped forward to draw lots, Zhang Bufan said hello to Xiong Junliang, then stepped forward and grabbed a ball and returned to his original position. Xiong Junliang didn't react yet, he wanted to stop Zhang Bufan, but before he could stop him, Zhang Bufan finished the lottery.

Looking at the ball in Zhang Bufan's hand, Xiong Junliang rubbed it up and asked curiously, "Hurry up and open it to see what number it is?"

Zhang Bufan still had some good feelings for this boy who called himself a chubby male god, and then spread his hand, and there was a math 7 on the ball.

The audience instantly boiled, and everyone gasped, hating that they didn't go earlier just now, and the No. 7 they wanted the most was taken away.

Xiong Junliang whispered on the side, "Zhang Bufan, congratulations, you are so lucky." ”

Zhang Bufan listened, smiled and responded, since Zhang Bufan was the first to draw the best No. 7, everyone no longer cares. In a hurry, the draw began, and the draw was completed almost at the same time.

Xiong Junliang shook the ball in front of Zhang Bufan with a small ball in his hand, squinting proudly, "It's No. 4, it's not bad, I'm content if I don't go forward or behind in the middle of the row." ”

After the lottery ended, everyone whispered with the people around them, and they were all quite satisfied, Zhang Bufan looked at Chen Yizi's location, and found that she was also looking at herself, her mouth moved slightly, Zhang Bufan saw that she was telling herself that she was the sixth. Zhang Bufan gave her a thumbs up quietly.

The people on the field were still quite satisfied with the order in which they were drawn, except for one person - Ling Xiaoyi.

"I don't care, I don't want No. 1, I must be No. 7, you go and tell the director now, redraw lots, this time it won't count!" Ling Xiaoyi threw the ball with No. 1 written on it to the agent next to her.

Everyone thinks that Ling Xiaoyi is a little excessive, but because of her status as a third-level star and the backstage behind her, although she doesn't know who her backstage is, she has become a third-level star at such a young age, and it is conceivable that there must be a backstage.

The agent said that he was helpless, "It is impossible to redraw lots, even if the director agrees, the other six singers will not agree, don't worry." I'll figure it out for you!" the agent persuaded with kind words.

"Anyway, you're going to have to give me a way, anyway, I just don't want No. 1. Ling Xiaoqi shook the agent's arm vigorously.

The agent had a flash of inspiration: "Why don't we try to change with someone else?"

In fact, the operability of this kind of thing is not very large, and generally no one wants to change it, she swept around, and her eyes fell on the girl who was driven away by them just now. Think she's a soft persimmon.

The girl was holding a small ball with number 2 written on it. The agent pulled Ling Xiaoyi and whispered, "Why don't we change with her, No. 2 is better than No. 1!"

Ling Xiaoyi didn't think so in her heart, she snorted coldly and came straight to Zhang Bufan. Raised his pointed chin, his tone was a little mean.

Zhang Bufan was listening to Xiong Junliang speak, and suddenly heard such a sentence without beginning or end, and was stunned for a moment. Looking in the direction of the voice, the other party could still use such an arrogant tone when making such an unreasonable request.

Zhang Bufan didn't care whether she had a backstage or not, he just glanced at her, and his gaze didn't stay for half a second, so he replied lightly, "Don't change." ”

If it was someone else, begging him politely, maybe Zhang Bufan would agree, after all, he didn't care much about the order of appearance, but this woman spoke in such a tone, Zhang Bufan was very dissatisfied, and he didn't bother to pay attention to her.

The agent didn't have much hope, but he didn't expect Zhang Bufan to give Ling Xiaoyi no face at all, so he followed the help very angrily, "The current newcomer has this attitude towards his predecessors? It's already good for a newcomer like you to come to the competition to show his face, at most two games, it's not a pity to be eliminated, what's the difference between the first few appearances? Huh? It seems that you are the radio anchor who turned it, hey, really, now anyone dares to participate in this kind of show?"

Xiong Junliang next to him became angry when he heard this, and took a step ahead of Zhang Bufan and said, "What's wrong with the radio anchor, people are also talented." ”

"Heh! I heard that there is not even a signing company, and a person like you with no background will be eliminated in two issues at most" Ling Xiaoyi showed a mocking expression.

Zhang Bufan was not happy when he heard this: "Oh." You're saying you have a background, so you can say that you've already booked the championship?"

"Of course, my aunt is—" This came to an abrupt end, because she noticed that the atmosphere in the studio was not quite right, and the participating singers all looked at her with strange eyes.

Ling Xiaoyi suddenly understood that she had been tricked, and pointed at Zhang Bufan who was speechless for a long time. Looking at Ling Xiaoyi's performance, Zhang Bufan didn't care, he was too lazy to deal with a pampered child, which seemed too cheap.

That's right, in Zhang Bufan's opinion, Ling Xiaoyi's various performances are like a child who has not grown up.

After drawing lots, the singer can go back to the room with his number written to rest, Zhang Bufan doesn't want to entangle with these two people anymore, and it is a waste of life to say one more word.

Looking at Ling Xiaoyi, who was still angry, and walked to the No. 7 lounge without knowing his head, Xiong Junliang looked at Zhang Bufan with admiration on his face, and then followed with a fart!

The conversation between Zhang Bufan and Xiong Junliang can be heard in the distance. "What are you doing here?"

"Idol, I'll be your companion, you see, anyway, I'm both alone, and I'm quite lonely, how good it is to have someone to take care of me, don't you say?"

"Who's your idol, go away, I like to be quiet. ”

"Who do you like to be quiet?

"I said why are you so thick-skinned, you can't chase you tactfully, right, you have to be hard?"

"Idol, don't, besides, you can't take my two or three hundred catties of meat!"

In the end, Zhang Bufan was very helpless, and he had no choice but to let him and himself enter the No. 7 lounge!

(To be continued)

(End of chapter!)