Chang Zhihong obviously didn't know that his chairmanship had been remembered by the two girls, and he was still watching the program of "The First Voice" with great interest at this time.

He doesn't have much feeling about the songs sung by the wanton band on TV, as a dead house with no quarrel with the world, on weekdays, he will neither slander others nor be attacked by others, so he can't find any sense of substitution in this song.

To be honest, if it weren't for his status as the guild leader, he would have wanted to defect to the camp to support Miss Meow.

After all, for otaku, cuteness is the king, cuteness is the truth!

"Why don't they sing 'The Age of Flowing White'?"

Chang Zhihong doesn't like the song selection of the wanton band very much, compared with this rap rock, he obviously appreciates the song "The Age of Fluttering White" that he heard in the Xiaochu live broadcast room before.

However, considering the turmoil caused by the band on the Internet during this time, he can also understand Shen Yiran's intention to sing this song, of course, it would be better if the style could be changed in the next round of the competition.

That's right, although he doesn't understand music and doesn't like this song very much, Chang Zhihong knows very well that under the premise of no shady scenes, the wanton band will definitely eliminate Miss Meow tonight and successfully advance.

Because the gap between the two groups of contestants is too obvious, not to mention the depth and quality of the song, you can feel it in terms of singing skills alone, Miss Meow's breath, vocal style, and pronunciation are obviously slightly inferior to the wanton band.

Thinking that Miss Meow would be eliminated tonight with a high probability, this dead house felt congested.

"The producers are all playing tricks on the wine table, the studio is directly imitating and plagiarizing in disguise, the musicians are all going around and rarely recording, the recording studios are closing down one after another, and the top hits on the charts are no longer popular......"

After the fast-paced rap ended, a mournful chorus came out of the TV, and in the luxury suite of the Changning Star Hotel, listening to the lyrics, Han Chen, who was also watching the show, pursed his mouth with some disdain.

As a popular star, he also put in a lot of sweat and effort when he first debuted, and at that time, in order to have better stage performance, he even practiced dancing until he was injured all over his body, and his waist and head were directly hit to the floor.

However, after being in the entertainment industry for a while, as his fame grew, he found that everything he did was actually meaningless, because the audience never cared how hard you worked, all they cared about was the topic and fun.

After figuring this out, Han Chen was no longer as desperate as he was at the beginning, he began to actively cooperate with the marketing company's publicity, and maintained his popularity through various means, if it weren't for the brain fever last year and a bastard under the age of eighteen who slept with him, he wouldn't have to worry about transformation at all now.

"We put a lot of effort into choreographing songs, but the media said that we prefer slapstick and nudity!"

Feeling the anger in the singing of the wanton band, Han Chen smiled self-deprecatingly, in fact, when recording that day, he said that the second half of the song was a little exaggerated and not entirely to provoke, and some of it was also his true feelings.

He knows what the situation is like in the entertainment industry in Hanguo, and he knows better that this is not something that can be changed by singing a song of irony, in his opinion, if you can't learn to accept it, then choose to leave proudly, there is no need to make such a critical voice.

Standing in the circle and scolding the mother, and pulling those conformist things to the surface to talk about it, this behavior is a bit excessive.

"Enough, let the storm be more violent, enough, the ideal is kidnapped by reality, and survival in the cracks becomes an important talent!"

Unlike Han Chen, when he heard the high-pitched shouts of the wanton band, Lin Xiangxiang, who was lying on the bed, unconsciously revealed a little shame in his eyes.

Counting tonight's live broadcast on Modu TV, she has watched this episode more than ten times.

It stands to reason that after working in Yaoxing Media Co., Ltd. for so many years, although she cannot be completely regarded as a worker in the entertainment industry, she has also seen and experienced many shady scenes and scandals, and has heard too many depressed singers create music that criticizes the entertainment industry.

But those songs didn't touch her in the slightest, for some reason, in the voices of those singers, what she heard was more unwilling and downcast, and self-pity that she couldn't get if she wanted to be famous.

"Enough, let the worst be bad to the end; enough, the truth is no match for gossip; do you want to be popular? Be a clown and let people laugh and scold." ”

Whenever she heard this, Lin Xiangxiang would feel embarrassed, and Shen Yiran's voice was like a mirror, completely reflecting the other side she had buried in her heart.

Taken out of context, PR scrubbing, malicious editing......

As an executive director of a variety show, many times, she is using her skills and professionalism to falsify the facts, and when she sees the audience being misled, she will even be excited and happy about it.

She had also felt confused about these acts, and she had asked herself more than once about the responsibility of directing, but as the famous Western European thinker Oscar Wilde said:

"At first we make habits, and then habits make us. ”

After compromising again and again, she finally got used to her existing job.

"The entertainment industry needs hype, and the director is for the audience!"

It's an excuse she made up to make herself accept reality.

She told herself again and again that the reason why she wanted to broadcast it like this was because the audience wanted to watch such a story, so no matter what kind of social impact it would cause, it had nothing to do with her.

This kind of psychological hint of self-deception made her live a very easy life, and she became more and more comfortable when directing variety shows.

Until she listened to this song by the Wanton Band.

"Enough is enough, make the storm more violent, enough is enough, try to be trampled by entertainment, barely support the embarrassment of the surface scenery. Enough is enough, let the worst be the worst, enough is enough, talking about music is like a joke, but somebody has to be such a fool!"

For Shen Yiran's confident and powerful accusation, no matter how many times he listened, Lin Xiangxiang felt very uncomfortable.

turned over, put the phone next to the pillow, looked at the warm chandelier on the ceiling, and listened to the music coming out of the speaker in his ear, Lin Xiangxiang also whispered a cover behind him:

"What is the meaning of this song? The fun of self-deprecation? But we all have the courage to start again at any time, what we hold in our hands may be lost, if so, please don't care who hurts, in fact, we should not give up..."

At the end, when she sang the four words that she shouldn't give up, Lin Xiangxiang gently closed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised a smile of peace.