November 7, the first game of the Voice Ultimate Showdown has finally come to an end, and the busiest at this moment are the newspapers, magazines and portals, especially those reporters who went to the scene of The Voice, and those from the Internet are better, as long as the manuscript is written out on the morning of the 8th, and only a short newsletter needs to be sent after the game.

And those reporters and editors of the print media will have to stay up late tonight, and almost every one of them will have to finalize the manuscript before 12 o'clock at the latest.

Although Feng Min's Honglang Network does not belong to the print media, she also needs to stay up late to catch up with the manuscript for such an influential website, and the speed of the Internet and the competition are doomed, she is faster than the reporters of the print media.

"Editor-in-chief, can you read this?" Feng Min reluctantly uploaded a document to his boss on TT.

Three minutes later, the TT dialog box responded.

"Alas, girl, why don't you understand, although we don't want to sing about Anran like them, but don't over-embellish it, just pass it off, you this... If you change it again, there will be ten more minutes, and I will report reliably in ten minutes. ”

"Smack!" Feng Min slammed the mouse hard, and muttered a few words of indignation in his mouth.

What kind of amazing performance An Ran had tonight, those two such classic Chinese pop songs, this moment haunted her mind, and she couldn't disperse for a long time, how could she pass it off!

The manuscript she just wrote was the fourth time, and she only mentioned Chen Huan's high praise slightly, and it didn't involve An Ran's jīng color interpretation at all, and she was called back by the editor-in-chief.

"Alas......" Feng Min was stunned for half a minute, all kinds of unwillingness and resentment, and finally could only turn into a sigh, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, the situation was stronger than people, what he said was now, there was no way, he could only write according to the requirements of his boss...... Whining...... My ......

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Similarly, the reporters of Somao.com are also stepping up to catch up with the draft, but unlike Feng Min, who is entangled, Chen Bin, a reporter who has experienced the scene, writes very coolly, his fingers are crackling and flying on the keyboard, looking at the words on the screen, and from time to time he shows a mocking look.

“…… Last night, the first ultimate showdown of The Voice finally came to an end, and the first three students to advance were-

Wei Na Group: Meng Xing, An Ran, Yu Yanqing Group: Chen Cheng

All three students defeated their opponents with their performances, and successfully entered the qualifying round, if the duel between Chen Huan's group and Yu Yanqing's group is not unexpected, then several star students will all enter the final championship battle.

It is worth mentioning that although the Wei Na group won by quantity, Chen Cheng, the star student of the Yu Yanqing group, won the 65 chapters of the 99 media guaranteed promotion tickets......

…… Chen Cheng has received the support and attention of a large number of audiences with his beautiful and clear singing voice and handsome appearance. ”

Chen Bin looked at the more than 1,000 words on the screen, lit a cigarette, and the leader instructed that there was no need to sing about Anran, just a brushstroke, and some students should be highlighted.

Chen Bin fully comprehended the instructions of the leader, and in the whole manuscript, there was only An Ran's name on the promotion list, and as for Chen Cheng, he naturally wanted to praise it.

Pressing the save button, Chen Bin glanced at it again, "Hmm...... It seems to be a bit plain, Chen Cheng's part is still not enough, the cāo line of the guy in World Entertainment must be numb to death, even if it can't be compared, it can't be too far behind, otherwise the boss will definitely be dissatisfied......"

While muttering in his mouth, he added another paragraph to the manuscript -

"Since the blind audition of The Voice, Chen Cheng's amazing performance has completely conquered the support of the audience, almost detonating the scene, and the media judges have been even more impressed by his singing, and the 65 votes are well deserved......"

"Well, that's a lot better, come on, send it to the boss."

On the other side, Feng Min finally grinded, and reluctantly wrote the manuscript, looking at what she had knocked out, she cried without tears.

Not only her and Chen Bin, but also reporters from various media and websites, almost pinched the time to send out a commentary, replacing the simple newsletter before.

Packing up his backpack, Chen Bin walked out of the office happily, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and shook his head with a sigh, no way, being a reporter and editor is so hard.

Just as he was looking for a place to eat, his mobile phone rang, and Chen Bin glanced at the caller number, "Huh?" Is it the boss? What's the matter? ”

Picked up the phone, "Ah, hey, boss, I've already sent out the manuscript - huh?!" Change? How to change?! Wait a minute! No...... Chen Cheng? ”

At this time, the roar from the phone was clearly heard by passers-by, "Why don't you look at the meager ones?" Are you the only one who does the Internet? Hurry up and go back and change it for me! If I don't see a new manuscript in ten minutes, you'll pack up my stuff tomorrow and fuck off! ”

"Ahhhh

Chen Bin hung up the phone and trotted, his mind was blank at this time...... It's not that ...... Singing the Decline......

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Honglang.com, Tianxia Entertainment, Yiwang, TT Information...... Almost at the same moment, the same scene was playing out over and over again.

Feng Min looked at the editor-in-chief who was trotting all the way from the office in person, and opened his small mouth into an O-shape, "Change?" Why change? ”

The editor-in-chief rolled his eyes, "Don't ask the girl more, take it to see for yourself for a while!" Hurry up, I've already thought about it, I said you come and fight. ”

Feng Min hurriedly opened the word, the editor-in-chief read a sentence, she typed a sentence, and just wrote two sentences, her eyes lit up as soon as she brushed it, and she couldn't help screaming, "Editor-in-chief!" This is! ”

"I'm dizzy, girl, hurry up, listen up...... An Ran's song "I Really Love You" is still in our ears, "Old Boy" is also a classic, tonight, we once again witnessed the extraordinary talent of this creative genius, whether it is the accusation "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" through the millennium, or the beautiful lyrics and songs, the Jiangnan style, and the poignant and sad "Blue and White Porcelain", all of which made the audience intoxicated and couldn't extricate themselves......"

Feng Min smacked while slandering, I don't know if this is a common problem of all Internet companies, the higher the position, the worse the skills, this manuscript with half-incomprehensible grammar, in normal times, she herself does not dare to sign.

Finally, two minutes later, a manuscript of more than 1,000 words, all praising the genius boy, was finally released.

"Whew...... Send it up quickly......"

“ok…… Hold on...... Get! ”

A smile spread on Feng Min's little face, "Editor-in-chief, what's the matter...... If you say it's changed, it's changed......"

"You can see for yourself, I'll have to talk back." After speaking, Feng Min's boss waved his hand and trotted all the way back to the office.

With excitement and surprise in her eyes, Feng Min opened the red wave quickly, opened the topic list, and the topic hanging high in the first place made her eyes light up, click in, just glanced at it, Feng Min couldn't help but slap the table with his little hand-

"That one called An Ran is so annoying, I was nǎinǎi sung and cried by him, and said that I like him singing very much, is his singing really so good?"