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"Of the votes of the five hundred live audiences, the first place was, congratulations to Wang Fei, Na Ying."

The voice fell.

There was an uproar at the scene.

What the heck.

How could it be Wang Fei.

Not only did the audience show surprise, but many viewers in front of the TV were about to smash the TV.

But it wasn't a few seconds, He Jiong hurriedly continued his next sentence: "Don't get excited, everyone, I haven't finished my words yet, although Wang Fei and Na Ying are the first place, but the audience also voted for another first place." Of the five hundred spectators, the number of votes for Meng Zhu and Qingbai was also 373 votes. ”

Therefore, Meng Zhu and Wang Fei tied for the first place in the audience vote.

He Jiong's words are over.

There is no danger, but fortunately, Meng Zhu and Qingbai also won the first place.

But the audience still has doubts about this result.

Is Na Ying and Wang Fei's meeting really that powerful?

It can be said that Xi Qing, who was watching the screen in the room, felt that this vote was very fair, Wang Fei as the diva, Na Ying as the diva, although it was not difficult for the prime minister to be about ninety-eight, but just by virtue of their identities and the classics of this song, it was not an exaggeration to get this ranking.

Then a few rankings later, He Jiong finished speaking in one breath, and then said: "After watching the votes of the audience, let's pay attention to the votes on the Internet now." According to our previous rules, the singers with the highest online voting rankings can choose their own singing order. ”

He Jiong's words made the singers hope that their online votes could be higher.

In a singing competition, singing at the front is a big loss, because often people don't remember what you sang at the beginning.

The seven singers in the room all looked at the big screen with anticipation, and the screen was about to show the final online voting rating in the next moment.

The Kingdom of Blue and White.

Zhao Wei.

Including those of the Navy.

All staring at the TV, or the computer on the webcast.

This is not just the battle between Qingbai and Wang Fei.

This is still a fierce battle between the Internet water army and Qingbai fans.

They played in those ten minutes, and when they fought and slashed at the enemy, they did not show any mercy, and at this moment, they could finally see who was more powerful.

Xuanyuan said: "Han Xiao, if we can win this first place, I will organize a meeting between fans and Xi Qing." ”

Han Xiaodao: "Do you want to see you at this time?" ”

Xuanyuan said: "It's already okay at this time. If we help Qingbai win first in this game, I think the rest will be his final game of the Masked Singer, and if he gets the Super Singer, he will be revealed. Waiting for the unveiling, let's see each other again, it's very boring. ”

Han Xiaodao: You mean, before the unveiling, we brought the fan over to surprise him.

Xuanyuan Jian smiled: Yes, in fact, we have been suppressing Qingbai's fans, deliberately not letting everyone disturb him and protect his mystery. But on the stage of the final masked singer, we must let him know how many people are so crazy in love with him. “

Han Xiao nodded, but then his eyes darkened: "But what if we lose the online vote?" ”

"Lose?" Xuanyuan Jian was also silent for a moment.

Yes, they thought of the beginning, but not the end.

I thought that the fan army I organized could vote for more than one million votes, but I couldn't help it, the big local tyrants were in arrears, and they contracted the votes of the Internet circle.

Xuanyuan Jian sighed: "If we lose, how can we still have the face to meet him." ”

The conversation between the two was somewhat sad.

The Qingbai Kingdom was full of pride and shouted to win the first place today, but at this moment, no one dared to say for sure that Qingbai's vote would be higher than Wang Fei's.

originally expected the number of votes on the scene to surpass Wang Fei, so that the first place in this game would still have a chance to win.

Who knows, the on-site ranking is unanimous.

All this seems to indicate something, is it going to be defeated?

The Qingbai we love, the old boy we like, this song that sings into people's hearts, will it be suppressed again this time?

......

Silence, long silence.

Until He Jiong's voice broke everything:

And the big screen has switched over to the voting in the network area.

Don't look at the next few people.

Eyes locked on the first two,

Because the top two are ahead by a huge margin.

Looking at the number of votes, one is 1,296,500 and the other is 1,298,500. I don't know if it's a coincidence.

It's like making a movie, and the difference in votes between the two is only 2,000 votes.

Two thousand votes, what a tiny difference.

But it was only two thousand votes short, and the fans of the Qingbai Kingdom burst into tears in the next second.

Won.

We won.

It was we who won.

See?

We won.

The votes of Qingbai and Meng Zhu were one hundred and twenty-nine thousand eight thousand five hundred. That's the one with more?

Xuanyuan Jian shouted at Han Xiao.

Han Xiao nodded, wanting to speak, but choked his throat.

In the next second, tears slid down all of a sudden.

As the commander-in-chief of the cyber battle, he called on the Qingbai Kingdom to fight against the Navy Army Legion today, and if he lost, he had an unshirkable responsibility.

Fortunately, in the end, it was won.

Two thousand votes, the sky has eyes.

Some of the green and white fans hugged each other and cried together.

Some people are smiling and celebrating.

Some people looked at the screen silently, stunned.

on stage.

He Jiong's voice pierced the sky with a loud voice: "Congratulations to Qingbai, Meng Zhu, with an advantage of 2,000 votes, combined with the on-site voting of our five hundred spectators, won the championship of the first game."

First place, I think this old boy makes you deserve it. “

"Similarly, bless Wang Fei, who has a gap of only two thousand votes."

Wang Fei's expression was a little gloomy.

However, in her heart, she also recognized the classic song of Old Boy. She felt not ashamed to lose to this song.

Seeing the same scene, Zhao Wei in front of the TV, she was a little angry.

What the hell, two thousand votes, lost two thousand votes.

Do you all eat dry rice?

Where is the professional ethics.

After going crazy, working hard, and venting, Zhao Wei slowly calmed down, and when she had to accept this fact, she also reflected.

Why lose.

Could it be that people voted more than themselves, no, absolutely not.

Rather, people's songs are really good to listen to.

Zhao Wei rarely continued to play this old boy on the computer quietly at this time, and when she finally entered the music quietly, Zhao Wei's eyes no longer had that kind of arrogance and domineering.

She seems to have returned to the era of Little Swallow, and she thought of the cuteness of her simple dreams at that time, without so much skill and not so much revenge.

But the life of that meeting is very beautiful, but it is very warm, the small days are like gurgling water, every day is slowly sucking nutrition, every day is simple and happy.

However, youth is like a rushing river, and I can't say goodbye if I don't come back, and I am left with numbness and no blood back then.

As the lyrics are.

The song made her frown and made her start to look back on her life and remember the good things that had been.

Then, slowly spit out in the mouth: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

The big eyes that had made countless people cry after watching her filming shed a tear at this moment.

Qingbai, your song should take this first.

......

The first game is over, and Qingbai's trip to my song is over, and the rest of the way can only be left to Meng Zhu to walk by himself.

But this victory in the first game, Qingbai knew that in his singing career, it would be an incomparably glorious stroke.

"Meng Zhu, sing it well, I think another song is very suitable for you. If you perform it perfectly, you will not be bad in the end. ”

Qingbai said goodbye.

There are some roads, Meng Zhu has to find them by himself.

The time left for him to sing a song, whether he can win the final singer can only depend on him.

Holding his guitar and wearing the mask that was still mysterious, Qingbai waved his hand with the program team and got into the crowd.