Chapter 171: It's a Brute!

For Han Qinghe's singing party, the TV station also hired a famous host to do the connection. It took a lot of work.

And Han Qinghe's superb performance is indeed worthy of going to the scene to watch. And the fans who are looking forward to it in front of the TV.

Five songs, two classic old songs. Three brand new songs. Han Qinghe's interpretation is intoxicating.

Tang Huan was fortunate to listen to Han Qinghe's live performances several times. I have to say that although he has not been trained in this area, he still has basic aesthetics.

Han Qinghe's voice is neither particularly sweet nor particularly crisp. But that ethereal temperament is actually a unique beauty. No one can replace it, and no one can copy it.

That's probably the basic ingredient to become a superstar, right?

Unique enough.

Tang Huan silently admired it offstage, and Han Qinghe was drunk alone on stage. She doesn't seem to be singing to others, but just performing for herself.

I'm afraid this is also a unique realm, a realm of selflessness.

After singing the five songs, there were less than fifteen minutes left before the model contest. The audience burst into thunderous applause and called for Han Qinghe to return.

Tang Huan was not interested in caring about the next thing. He knew Han Qinghe's character very well. said that it was five, then she would not sing even one more song because of external factors. She respects her fans, but she won't be kidnapped by them.

And backstage, the top ten models have also begun intense preparations. Prepare for the next stage.

Just when Tang Huan was about to come backstage to cheer for the models. Suddenly, a rather sharp voice sounded on the stage.

It's like someone has taken a screenshot of the channel and made a sound that shouldn't have been.

"It was a great show. ”

It was an extremely sharp and piercing sound. It's cold, and it's unusually cold.

And underneath this extremely uncomfortable voice, there is also a sense of overlooking all beings. It was as if everything in the entire studio was being played with by him.

The chief director didn't know exactly what was going on. Questions were immediately raised with all units. But no one knows what's going on. I don't understand why this inexplicable voice came to everyone's ears.

But soon, the owner of the voice appeared on the stage.

He is the pianist of the orchestra. A neat and elegant young man.

He looked to be in his early thirties, with slender and delicate hands. Looks better than many women's fingers. His facial features are a little feminine, but they are very in line with the artistic temperament of a pianist.

With a headset between his lips, he paced at a leisurely pace on the stage. Then, in front of everyone's eyes, he gave respect and praise to Han Qinghe on the side of the stage: "Miss Han, whether it is the style of music or lyrics, you are the best in the world." Even those foreign composers who claim to be god-level composers may not be better than you. ”

Han Qinghe frowned slightly, and did not give any response.

First of all, since she entered the industry, there have been countless praises around her. She was already numb. Even the most basic mood swings are gone.

Secondly, although she is pure enough, she is not stupid. She could see that this young pianist was not a good person, and it was clear that there was a special reason.

At this moment, the director also turned the TV picture into an advertisement.

But somehow, the ad aired for less than ten seconds. It's been live again.

The studio was completely blown up.

The TV station is also in chaos and madness.

No one understands how this livestream accident happened. Even- everyone felt like they were being controlled by a big invisible hand. No matter what they are going to do or what they are going to say, it seems that they are completely seen.

The television station sent a large number of security guards into the studio to try to drive the troublesome pianist out. But when they appeared in the studio, ready to walk towards the stage. The pianist smiled and pointed to a corner of the audience: "If you have the confidence to dodge the attacks of these weapons, I don't mind being kicked out by you." ”

As soon as the TV screen turned, at least nearly 20 terrorists disguised as ordinary spectators stood up and took out the weapons hidden on their bodies.

There are special pistols, as well as miniature charges that are assembled on the spot. It's not a modern weapon with too much firepower, but it's enough to cover the entire studio. It only takes three to five seconds, and this group of terrorists is enough to make the studio bleed and corpses strewn all over the field!

The faces of the security guards changed drastically and they all fell backwards.

They just work part-time, how much pay, how much work they do.

They don't have the consciousness to work for the TV station, let alone the obligation to do so.

The security guards fell silent and retreated.

But the audience sitting next to the group of terrorists let out a terrible scream.

In times of peace, even fights and brawls are rare. Who has ever seen a real gun?

Moreover, dozens of them came out at once-

This is undoubtedly a terrifying shock to the hearts of ordinary citizens.

And those who watched in front of the TV also tugged at their hearts.

Although there are still a small number of people who think that it may just be the effect of the show. But those who know a little bit know that the White City studio has been invaded by terrorists, and a large number of ordinary citizens are in danger of being taken hostage!

There was chaos in the studio.

The leaders of the municipal party committee and municipal government outside the studio also gathered for the first time. Discuss countermeasures.

The studio always maintains the live broadcast screen, even if the TV station wants to cut off the picture, it can't operate it. It is conceivable that there must be high-tech talents in this group of terrorists. And it's the best in the industry.

As a last resort, the city government immediately issued an order to the Bureau of Radio, Film and Television. Immediately stop broadcasting the White City TV program. In this way, the spread of social panic is contained. Subsequently, the leaders of each unit immediately gathered to discuss how to deal with the matter.

There was chaos outside the studio, and things were no better inside the studio.

The pianist pulled out a silver pistol and fired a shot at the ceiling with ease. Then, the chaotic and noisy studio fell silent. No one dares to speak out anymore, whether it is watching too many film and television dramas or relying on adult thinking. The pianist's next sentence is probably whoever makes any more noise, who will be destroyed with one shot.

No one wants to be the first, and they don't want to lose their lives innocently.

But at this moment, Han Qinghe, who had not responded to the pianist, stood up.

She slowly walked to the middle of the stage and looked at the pianist: "You don't deserve to discuss art with me. ”

"Huh?" the pianist glanced back at Han Qinghe. He didn't expect Han Qinghe to respond to him like this. I didn't expect that in such a predicament, she would dare to fight back against herself. "Why?"

"Because I'm a man, and you're a brute. ”

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