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"Oops! Oops! Hiss~! ”

Wang Ziming leaned against the wall and slowly walked back to his room, despicable and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Don't mention it."

Wang Ziming's face was impatient.

"Damn, Lao Tzu was miserable. I originally wanted to coax that Jiang Yingxue, who knew that little slut, not only did not appreciate it, but also beat up Young Master Ben in a sneak attack, it's really damn bad, Lao Tzu will kill her sooner or later. ”

A look of disdain flashed in his despicable eyes.

"I told you a long time ago, that Jiang Yingxue is not easy to provoke, you just don't stop, now it's okay? It's self-inflicted! Hum! ”

Wang Ziming immediately rushed to the despicable side, took off the despicable high heels, and put her little feet in stockings on his crotch.

"Rub it for me, damn it, it hurts me. What is your killer weapon? Can you bring it out to me now, I'm going to kill that little slut right now. ”

"What are you anxious about? Kill her, it's easy, but not now. The trump card should be left at the most critical time to achieve the greatest effect. ”

"Hiss~! I can't wait. ”

"Wait two more days, the gentleman will take revenge, ten years is not too late."

"Then you blow it for me first, it hurts too much."

Meanly gave him a blank look.

"Humph! Next time, I'll find another woman, don't try to touch me again, I'm not a young lady, don't stuff anything dirty into my mouth. ”

"Hehe, I know, I know, hurry up, I can't wait."

An hour later, the staff at the recording site carried out the last adjustment, and those audience members also moved into their seats for the first time.

The program of this star singing competition is very popular, it is said that in the first episode, most of the audience still paid for it, and later more and more viewers bought tickets, and the seats were in short supply. There are also many scalpers on the Internet, and ticket prices have increased several times, making it difficult to find a ticket.

This is also the reason why Jiang Yingxue will come to participate in this competition.

Soon, the host came up and babbled a basket of boring and cumbersome nonsense, and the audience cooperated very face-savingly.

At the end, he smiled mysteriously and shouted:

"Tonight, it's the semi-finals of our show, and from tonight onwards, the rules of our game will be changed. The competition is no longer judged by voting, but by fans to vote soft girl coins for their favorite artists, each artist starts singing, starts to invest money, and ends after singing. This will not only help artists advance, but at the same time, all soft girl coins will be donated to charity, and we will not take a penny! ”

Hearing this news, everyone couldn't help but start to discuss, since ancient times, there has never been such a competition voting system, this is too unfair, if some people have money, then wouldn't it be safe to be the first?

But in this regard, the host explained with a smile:

"Everyone, don't be surprised, because this is the semi-finals, and the participants are not newcomers, but stars, their popularity is comparable, I think, this reward system should be to compete with your real strength, spend money to vote, everyone will definitely vote for the opponent they really like, am I right?"

"That seems to be the case?"

"That's right, if you spend money, everyone's voting data is more real."

Mu Qingcheng couldn't help frowning and said:

"Strange, how could such a voting mechanism suddenly appear? According to normal reasoning, they have all reached the semi-finals, which is stronger and which is weak, and the audience has points in their hearts, shouldn't this kind of change happen again? ”

Ling Fei looked at the host on the stage indifferently, and said lightly:

"The people behind the scenes are always hidden in a place you can't see, and you can never know their purpose. But these stupid tricks of mortals, we don't need to think too much, as long as Xiaoxue can be treated fairly, we just need to support her silently. ”

"Okay, then."

Mu Qingcheng could only accept Ling Fei's words.

Seeing the good response from the audience below, the host couldn't help wiping a cold sweat, this statement was actually made up by himself temporarily, and he was really afraid of being scolded.

"Okay, on the big screen on our right, there will be a data station, and the amount of money each person gives will be directly displayed on it, and the next thing is the start of the live broadcast of the game, please listen quietly, singers, the sound of heaven brought to us."

After the host retired, the first person to come on the stage was Wang Ziming, and as soon as he came on the stage, he attracted a lot of cheers.

In this competition, he is the only little fresh meat, and his appearance is indeed in line with the mainstream of the entertainment industry in modern society, the girl is girly, the little face is more tender than a woman, and countless aunts and underage girls cheered for him enthusiastically and were attracted by his beauty.

After the prince put on a very cute poss, he sat down in front of the microphone and started his singing.

It's a very Mary Sue style.

That's actually the way to sing, it's much better than the resident singing in a bar, but it's far from the realm of a so-called real singer. At least, to participate in this kind of show, he should be regarded as an amateur and the bottom existence.

But to everyone's surprise, from the beginning of his accompaniment, the data on the display screen has skyrocketed wildly.

There are those who invest 120 million, and there are those who invest a few yuan, but the speed is very fast, and the speed of the screen scrolling makes people unable to see clearly, only knowing that every second, the money is skyrocketing in 100,000 units.

By the time he finished singing, in five minutes, it had risen to 30 million! This number is simply staggering.

It's just a song!

Wang Ziming bowed to everyone proudly and thanked him, his brainless fans are indeed terrifying.

Then the second, the third. There is a big gap between these stars and Wang Ziming, although they are veteran artists, and their strength is much stronger than Wang Ziming, but they have a weak fan base, and when some people sing, they can clearly see the sliding numbers one by one, which is embarrassing to death.

Among these people, there are only two or three million at most, and at least two or three hundred thousand, and Wang Ziming instantly opened the grade, and Wang Ziming in the background is about to laugh.

Mu Qingcheng couldn't help frowning and said:

"Why hasn't Xiaoxue come out yet?"

"Come out, she's the last."

Sure enough, after Ling Fei finished speaking, Jiang Yingxue came out, but when Mu Tingcheng saw the host report Jiang Yingxue's song title, his face instantly turned cold.

"This group of bastards, the songs sung by these people in front of them are all nearly five minutes, only Xiaoxue's, only arranged for three minutes, bastards, someone must be making trouble behind their backs."