A reporter approached Lin Feng and asked.

Although the scene became a little noisy because of the enthusiasm of the reporter's comrades, the reporter's voice was a little loud, and when he came out, almost all the voices were drowned, and the content he shouted made the audience even quieter.

Twelve-Lang's demon, the first one?

Is the top student in the college entrance examination coming?

The genius boy who wants to be an independent musician is here?

You can't participate in The Voice of the Empire even if you're underage? It seems that there is going to be a big harvest today, and today's trip is not in vain, editor-in-chief, I love you!

Lin Feng, who was watched by almost everyone present, did not have the slightest embarrassment or shyness, and smiled indifferently.

"Thank you for your evaluation, I'm Lin Feng."

Facing the camera directly, this time Lin Feng didn't dodge or let them turn off the camera first, and his face had already been exposed in the opening remarks of the morning, so he didn't hide it. You should always be mentally prepared to participate in the good production of the empire, after all, everyone who comes to participate wants to show their faces and become famous, if you come and say, 'Let's turn off the camera!' Cut off the opportunity for people to show their faces, and be the enemy of the public. It is very immoral to block people's money.

"Mr. Lin, may I ask what song you have prepared this time? How many levels can you reach? ”

"The song is made according to the title of the judges, and the level is not up to me, which has to be evaluated by the public." Lin Feng replied one by one.

"Mr. Lin Feng, you don't have to be so modest, your strength is obvious to everyone, and we are convinced. I wonder what Mr. Lin Feng thinks he has the odds of winning the championship this time? Another reporter asked, taking a curved route, and after a couple of sycophants, he dug a big hole. Directly ask the contestants what is the probability of winning the first place, the competition has not officially started, just say that the first belongs, the reporter is looking forward to tomorrow's entertainment headlines are this, 'Genius musician Lin Feng has concluded that he will be able to enter the finals, and predicts that he has a XX probability of winning the first'.

In order to prevent such a headline from appearing on the front page of the newspaper, Lin Feng vigilantly organized the language.

"Mr. Reporter, you asked this question a little early, and now it's only the preliminary round, and you should ask this question to the people, the right to vote is not with me."

"Mr. Lin, may I ask ......?"

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"Mr. Lin Feng, are these two your singer partners?"

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Seeing Lin Feng, the reporters were like wolves that had been hungry for three days seeing meat, and they were eager to swallow Lin Feng with questions, although because of the number of people, there were also many media interviews with other players participating in the competition, but it was obvious that most of the reporters' firepower was attracted by Lin Feng. This also makes many people's hearts surge with a lot of emotions, envy, yearning, expectation, jealousy and hatred.

From coming out of the lattice to responding to the questions of this group of reporters, time slipped away a lot.

The staff of the Empire's good production, who had been ignoring and just smiling, finally dispatched, and the time was only fifteen minutes away from the time of play, so the waiting room had to be quiet and ready to start.

I saw that several staff members hurriedly blocked in front of the reporters, raised their hands and said with a smile: "Friends from the media, the game is about to start, please go to the next room or venue to watch the game, let our players prepare for the game, and after the game is over, we will arrange interviews for you after soliciting the opinions of the players, thank you for your cooperation." ”

Perhaps, because the time is almost up, maybe because the staff speak politely, or maybe because the empire is so powerful, or maybe it ...... Anyway, no matter what the reason, the comrades of the reporters left the waiting room with more or less gains and went to the next door or the arena.

When the reporters left, they also brought their instruments with them, so the large waiting room really seemed empty.

"Let's take a break in the chair first, or it's time for the official live broadcast in thirteen minutes, please be sure to stay in good shape." Said someone who was supposed to be at the level of a staff leader.

After listening to the staff's words, everyone dispersed to sit on the chairs one after another, and when Lin Feng and the others were about to find a chair to sit down, they listened to the staff member.

"Mr. Lin, it's an honor for you to be able to participate in our Imperial Good Production, and I hope to give you a good trip to Jiangnan."

"Thank you, with your work, I'm sure I'll have a nice and good memory." Lin Feng smiled and said, don't hit the smiling person, everyone is smiling and sending blessings, you should also be polite, even if you don't know him.

"According to the order of exclusion at the time of registration, Mr. Lin should play in the middle, I wish you all a good performance, continue to maintain your high level, and shock the audience." The team leader of the staff also said with a sense of anticipation.

"Thank you." Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Then I won't bother, if you need anything, please speak."

The staff team leader smiled and left with the other staff, without talking to the other contestants, after all, the matter is not until the end, who knows who is the dragon or the worm, some well-known producers are planted here, if it is not for the fame of Lin Feng's ququ classics, this staff member will probably wait until the end of the semi-finals to say these words to Lin Feng.

"The results of the competition haven't come out yet, so I'm proud here, I used to be famous, and I have the ability to win the championship directly!"

As soon as Lin Feng and the three of them sat down, a somewhat incongruous voice came over, and when they looked up, they saw a young man talking to his partner with a look of disdain and a little jealousy.

Although the sound was very low, but because everyone was closing their eyes or looking around at the moment, the room was relatively quiet, and the sound came out and spread very clearly, everyone heard it, and their eyes all looked at Lin Feng and the person, wanting to see how Lin Feng, a 'genius', would deal with it and how things would develop next.

"What do you say?" Zhou Cheng was stunned, and then said angrily.

"Forget it, Brother Zhou." Lin Feng smiled indifferently, "The previous fame doesn't mean anything, it just makes more people pay attention, and it's not appropriate to pay attention to it if you don't win the championship." Some people can't win the championship, maybe that's why no one pays attention. He's not wrong, it's really nothing? ”

Lin Feng stopped Zhou Cheng, but his mouth said several words in a row, puns on every word, and the object of the speech seemed to be Zhou Cheng, but who knew who it was for.

Listening to Lin Feng's words, the young man seemed to want to fight back, but he was stopped by the people around him, and he had to glare at Lin Feng fiercely. Either they were afraid of Lin Feng's fame and appeal, or they were afraid of too many good voices in the empire, or they had other plans, in short, they all shut up.

The other contestants who were watching the game on the sidelines retracted their gazes and slowly thought about Lin Feng's words, although this musical genius is young, it seems that it is not easy to bully, and what does his sentence 'It is not appropriate to pay attention to not winning the championship', is it that he is sure to win the championship, but he doesn't even know the topic at present! This genius is so confident, hey, why is the media not there, it's a pity.

A few words turn a brief conflict into a scene where the conflict is about to erupt, only after this scene the film returns to its normal repertoire - waiting.

The room was quiet again, and occasionally voices from outside came in, and the moment of taking the stage was getting closer and closer.