Hou Lin looked at the persistent Yang Hua, his face flickered, and finally, he sighed and persuaded: "Actually, if you participate in this competition or not, no one will care, anyway, the result is the same." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The audience wants to see Song Zhongji, and if you go up like this, it will only add to the joke. ”

After Yang Hua heard this, he shook his head vigorously, he had waited too long for this draft, even if the audience was not optimistic about him, even if he was just a foil in the eyes of people, he would play.

Because, these things that others look down on and laugh at are all his dreams.

Hou Lin may have understood Yang Hua's insistence, he stared at Yang Hua's eyes and asked, "You really don't regret it?"

Yang Hua nodded vigorously!

"Hey, why bother!" Hou Lin sighed and took out his mobile phone to call the doctor.

In the lounge of the National Singer column group.

Yang Hua has just finished taking antibiotics, this is already the second shot, his throat is still tight, and it is okay to speak quietly, but singing is something that he can't even think about.

Deputy Director Hou Lin accompanied him, pacing back and forth in the lounge, and asked anxiously, "How is it?"

When other columns encounter this situation, it is counted as a player's automatic abstention, and no column group dares to give the player antibiotics, if something happens, not everyone can afford it.

Therefore, Hou Lin stared at Yang Hua without blinking, for fear of making some trouble.

"One more stitch!"

Yang Hua's face turned red and he gritted his teeth.

"Are you still coming? You don't want to die? This is the second shot, if you continue to take it, can you still bear it?"

The doctor on the side also persuaded: "Mr. Yang, you can't play anymore, my face is already very abnormal when I see it now, and if you get another injection, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." ”

"For the sake of a game that you can't win, are you going to do it?" Hou Lin hated that iron could not be made of steel.

"As for!" Yang Hua replied with great firmness, although he was weak.

...

On the stage, it is now the "eleventh" and "twelve" players in PK, and it will soon be Yang Hua and Song Zhongji's turn to take the stage.

Backstage, several players gathered together and discussed.

"That Yang Hua hasn't come out yet, is he really not abstaining yet?" said a player who was playing on the field at the time couldn't believe it.

"Well, at that time, he begged Director Hou for a long time, and Director Hou agreed to call him a doctor. Another player said.

"Do you think this Yang Hua also has a fever in his head? The column team asked him to abstain, what a good opportunity this is, there is no need to be embarrassed in front of others. Why is he still in a hurry to participate? If he doesn't go on stage, does it make any difference?"

"Does he still want to win against Song Zhongji?" one player guessed. As a result, halfway through the conversation, he himself was amused by this strange thought of his own.

"What are you kidding, for now, who can win Song Zhongji? No one can win against him, let alone him. One player scoffed.

...

Many players can't understand why Yang Hua insists so much and why he works so hard.

In their eyes, this is just a talent show, and if they lose, it's no big deal, they can go to other talent shows.

But Yang Hua is different.

Yang Hua has no way out, and only he knows best how hard-won this draft opportunity is.

In Yang Hua's view, this stage is all he has. Even if there was even the slightest chance, he couldn't give it up.

Just as the contestants were chatting and discussing, there was a burst of enthusiastic screams on the stage, which was an honor that none of the previous contestants had ever had.

"Brother Zhongji, I love you!"

"Brother Zhongji, champion!"

Then, a burst of music sounded on the stage, and Song Zhongji was dancing and singing, singing a Korean song that is currently popular in Huaxia.

On the stage, the audience heard this energetic music, applause was warm, and emotions were high.

"Brother Zhongji, I love you!"

The audience cried out for more.

It wasn't until Song Zhongji's performance ended and he walked off the stage, and the audience couldn't stop shouting:

"Song Zhongji!"

"Song Zhongji!"

"Song Zhongji!"

...

At this time, the host walked onto the stage and said, "The contestant below has a little problem backstage. Please wait two minutes and give him some time to prepare. ”

Yang Hua walked out of the lounge with a red face.

After the third injection, Yang Hua's throat finally improved a lot. However, compared to before the voice, it is definitely not as good.

In his current state, he can't sing the songs he chose before, and can only sing some relatively low songs. Otherwise, with his current state, he may lose his voice again.

Therefore, as soon as Yang Hua left the lounge, he found the piano teacher of the band in the audience, and asked the piano teacher to help him change a low song.

The piano of the band played Li Si, and when he saw Yang Hua suddenly running over and asking to change the song, his face was full of displeasure, but when he heard Yang Hua speak, he was suddenly stunned.

Li Si frowned and said, "What's wrong with your throat?"

"Something went wrong, I lost my voice just now. Nothing happens now, though. Yang Hua said in a hoarse voice.

"You can't compete on stage, how can you still compete with your voice like this. Lees worried.

Yang Hua insisted: "It's okay, I can still insist, the teacher is bothering you." ”

After speaking, Yang Hua looked at the stage that was a little cold, and hurriedly walked to the backstage.

It was his turn to play.

Offstage, Li Si looked at Yang Hua's back, and his face was a little moved.

Why is this so difficult? You are in the same group as Song Zhongji, and you have no hope at all, so why do you have to insist on coming to power?

On the stage, Yang Hua walked quickly onto the stage and bowed to the three judges and the audience to apologize.

However, contrary to the warm cheers of Song Zhongji before he came to power, after Yang Hua took the stage, the stage was deserted, and few people applauded.

In the audience, there are also audience members commenting on their opinions.

"This person is really unlucky, he was in a group with Song Zhongji, isn't this clearly going to lose?"

"Even if he doesn't get into a group with Song Zhongji, eighty percent will lose. ”

...

On the edge of the stage, the three judges and teachers were not optimistic about him.

"I just said that I couldn't give it to him before, even if he passed the preliminary round, wouldn't he still have to lose in the semi-finals?" Huang Zhiwen shook his head.

"I drew Song Zhongji, this time it's really incomparable. Zhou Anguo sighed.

...

Yang Hua faced these voices and bowed to the band teacher in the audience.

At this time, the music played.

Yang Hua sang: "In this era, the season is fast, and many flowers are blooming. ”

ps: Thank you for giving a red envelope and ten thousand rewards for recommending tickets, I saw it a little late today, these chapters are not easy to write, this chapter has been written for several hours, and I am also drunk when I write it like this. I'll add another chapter for you tomorrow.

In the last few days, I have been impetuous, and unconsciously, I have written so much. Xiao Jia doesn't want to be so watery. It's all tears.

ps2: Recommend two friends' novels, the book shortage is worth a look, "Urban Super Game", "Super Mobile Software Store". There is also a copy of "Three Realms Mall", which is an urban cool text. (To be continued.) )