"Two things?"

Repeating these four words in a whisper, Lin Xiangxiang put down the walkie-talkie, made a gesture to the on-site director through the observation window to continue recording, and then looked curiously at Shen Yiran, who was wearing a mask on the stage.

"The first thing I want to say is that all the members of our band have decided after discussion that we will not take off our masks tonight."

"What! Don't take off your mask? ”

Hearing the news, the scene was in an uproar.

According to the rules of the competition, the eliminated contestants need to take off their masks when they leave the stage, this is to satisfy the curiosity of the audience, and the second is to allow the contestants themselves to gain a certain popularity through the show.

After all, for grassroots players, being able to show their faces on a variety show with good ratings will also be of great help to their future development.

Therefore, everyone, including Lin Xiangxiang, didn't understand why the band would make such a decision.

In their opinion, no matter how much criticism this band has had on the Internet before, as long as tonight's show is broadcast, all the previous controversies will disappear with this song "Exaggeration" alone.

Fuck my sister's disrespectful words!

Fuck his sister's cyber violence!

Fuck my sister's creative motives!

Fuck the malicious hype of his sister!

......

Who is qualified to make these irresponsible speculations about the bands that can bring this kind of performance?

However, the Wanton Band gave up such an opportunity to be able to become a god in Lin Xiangxiang's opinion.

"A song to seal the gods?"

If Shen Yiran knew what Lin Xiangxiang was thinking at this time, he would definitely laugh out loud.

Because when he was very young, he knew a truth.

That is the entertainment industry of the Han Kingdom, if you don't have enough qualifications, don't have strong enough capital, and don't have a hard enough backstage, the higher you are praised today, the worse you may fall tomorrow.

Moreover, none of this is beyond the control of an artist.

The distribution of interests and the confrontation of capital involved behind it are the most important factors that determine the trend of fate.

Therefore, when the other three members of the band all found reasons to express their reluctance to take off their masks, Shen Yiran also agreed to such a request.

"As for the second thing I want to announce, the band will officially disband today!"

A wave of unevenness has risen again and again.

Before the audience could recover from the shock of 'not removing the mask', the second thing announced by the band completely detonated the entire studio.

"Disbanded? No way! ”

"Why are you disbanding?"

"Can you not disband?"

“......”

For a while, there was a bustling sound over the studio.

Hearing the audience's retention, Shen Yiran felt warm in his heart, and without waiting for the scene to quiet down, he continued:

"Actually, we discussed together for a long time before making this decision, but considering that after the competition, each of us will start our own lives, so instead of letting the band fall apart and become incomplete, it is better to take the last game, here, with you, and everyone who has heard us sing, say goodbye."

When the words goodbye were spoken, the studio fell silent for a moment.

Shen Yiran could hear it clearly, and a few audience members even sobbed quietly.

Just as he was about to comfort these viewers.

A bespectacled boy suddenly stood up from his seat and shouted in a loud and emotional voice:

"Don't leave the band, I want to change the ticket, I'm sorry!"

When the words fell, I saw another girl stand up, and while crying, she repeated the boy's words:

"Don't leave the band, I want to change the ticket, I'm sorry!"

This sentence seems to have a strong appeal, and for a while, people kept standing up from the audience, and the most they said in their mouths was sorry in addition to changing their tickets.

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

“......”

One, two, three, four ....

The number of people continued to increase until all the people who said they wanted to change their tickets got up from their seats, no more, no less, exactly one hundred and one.

"Can you please not disband?"

In addition to the audience, the white-faced beauty who was also on the stage also blamed herself at this time:

"You're supposed to be on the right side tonight, I'm sorry, I don't deserve ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shen Yiran:

"There's nothing unworthy, it's just a game, don't take it too seriously, besides, your performance tonight is very exciting, it is worthy of a big move, and we can communicate together if we have the opportunity in the future."

After speaking, Shen Yiran gave a thumbs up to the white-faced beauty, turned around, and said to the audience standing in the seat:

"Thank you, thank you for your kindness, let's sit down first."

After pressing his hand and motioning for the audience to sit down, Shen Yiran continued:

"The decision to disband was something that our band had already thought about a long time ago, so I hope everyone will accept our choice.

I've just heard a lot of questions from my friends, so I'll just say a few more words here.

First of all, the wanton band is a whole, that is to say, after the recording of the show today, no matter who jumps out on the Internet, or how the media exposes who is a member of the wanton band, I hope everyone will ignore it.

Since participating in "The First Voice", our band has experienced a lot of inexplicable disputes, and here, I just want to say that now that our band has disbanded, may everything be calm and the world be a better place. ”

After saying the last sentence, the band bowed to the audience, waved their hands, turned around and walked off the stage.

Seeing the backs of the band members gradually disappearing from sight, Huang Honglei, who had been holding her mouth open, finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

Leaving the stage in such a way, she couldn't imagine how much the wanton band had suffered during this time.

"Does it have to be pompous? It is not true or false. Compare the value of the pomp and circumstance, who will tell the truth? ”

I don't know who started it, but in the audience, everyone looked in the direction where the band left, and hummed quietly:

"Who tells the truth, as long as the picture is surprising enough, as long as the content is explosive enough, a mouth blooms smallpox, laughing and scolding......"

Although the singing voice is uneven, the lyrics are not very familiar.

But everyone sang "Exaggeration" in their own way.

There are roars, there are out-of-tune, there are broken sounds, there are self-talk......

Although it doesn't sound good, it makes people feel moved.

In the control room, Lin Xiangxiang sniffed, wiped his reddened eye circles with his cuffs, heard the audience spontaneously sing to bid farewell to the band, and thought of the bits and pieces that have happened from the graduation party to today.

There was only one sentence left in her mind:

"The end of the song is scattered, and when the king comes, the king goes to the immortal!"