Rio may be in the southern hemisphere, but it's not cold in September, with Songya and Brazil's most famous travel presenter sitting in front of a roadside stall with pedestrians coming and going, and the security team in the corner of the camera.

"I really like the city of Rio, and I've been thinking about it since I came back to the country last year, the scenery, the beaches, the people, uh, I don't know how to put it, anyway...... Everything is incredible, Amazing! ”

He kept praising with kind words mixed with the basic vocabulary of Portuguese.

The male host quipped: "It's not as unsafe as your media says, right?" ”

"Of course, of course ......," the two laughed.

"Have you ever tasted this street food? Last time I came. The host took the food from the stall owner.

"Uh, no, you know, flying, driving, running publicity, performing, coming and going in a hurry......"

Song Ya looked at the things that looked like zongzi in his hand, wrapped in corn leaves, and tied with cotton thread.

"This ......" the host demonstrates how to untie cotton threads.

It's really a zongzi, Song Ya skillfully opened the corn leaves, oh, it's different inside, it's yellow and clear corn dough, ah woo take a big bite, the milk smell is very strong, he moaned with satisfaction in his throat, and gave a thumbs up to the camera, nodding again and again.

"How?" The moderator asked.

"It's really delicious." He took another big bite very sweetly.

"Haha, are you going to stay in shape?"

"I don't think I can do it in Brazil, every food here is amazing."

"Shall we go to the next one, then?"

"No problem."

The two of them walked forward while eating, "APLUS, can you try this?" You can call it a Brazilian hot dog. The host stopped in front of another roadside stall.

"Is there a difference?"

"Fresh corn kernels in the filling."

"......" is corn again, no matter what, Song Ya continued to eat rudely.

Accepting interviews with local media, running radio and TV announcements, signing sales, and fan meetings, Song Ya tried her best to attract fans, high-intensity exposure, and shoot the Brazilian people for the concert box office.

And, of course, there are the necessary rehearsals.

“OMG……”

When he was brought to the foot of the statue of Christ the Redeemer, a well-known religious wonder at the top of the mountain, he immediately looked up in reverence with tears in his eyes, and muttered, "Unbelievable, what a miracle on earth." ”

"yes."

The host echoed with emotion, "A......" He wanted to introduce the history of the statue, but found that the young American star had already crossed his chest, then lowered his head and closed his eyes, put his hands together and chanted in a standard prayer position.

So he hurriedly shut up and did the same.

In the distance, the cameraman silently zooms out the frame, making the two men look smaller and smaller against the backdrop of the grand colossus, and then slowly pans to overlook the prosperous and modern city of Rio at the foot of the mountain.

The person is very stable, and Song Ya never needs to worry about the record company or the performance agent and media public relations, and after the filming task, he burps and gets into the car.

Brazil is one of the few countries in the world where the agricultural production conditions can be compared to the United States, and the food price is very cheap and the quantity is sufficient. Ms. Sloane. ”

"Full marks! You're flattering, APLUS. ”

Sloan held a ten-dollar Brazilian real between his index and middle fingers, and handed over the new currency, which had just been issued last year, at a one-to-one exchange rate against rice knives.

"Well, not tonight, Mirajovovich is coming."

It's all so familiar, and Song Ya doesn't hide it.

The crew of the Python Disaster was officially closed at the end of August, as the last two people in the plot, Mira and Escuber stayed on the set in Peru for a few more days to make up the remaining shots, just in time, they also came to South America.

"Hey, Mira, Ace......"

When Song Ya returned to the hotel, the two who had just arrived here were already in their suite, and Mira, who had men's short hair for filming, had also darkened her complexion, with a high-shouldered leather jacket and blue jeans, with a big tall and flat chest, and a perfect neutral style, "I'm sorry, I thought I could find time to visit Peru......" He said to Mira.

"It's fine."

Mira walked over and took the initiative to hook his neck with both hands and kiss him affectionately.

"Hehe, is there another person in the room?"

Escuber raised his hands in protest.

It's all old friends, "Thanks, Ace, I heard from Mira that you took good care of her on the set." Song Ya fisted him.

"Little things."

Escuber pointed out the window, "Do so many girls gather outside the hotel every day?" How do you kid have so many fans M-fxxk in South America? ”

"I didn't expect that either." Song Ya hugged Mila modestly, "But there are a little more people today, maybe because of tomorrow's concert." ”

"Wow...... I really envy you. ”

Escuber was really envious and jealous, "Not many people know me as a hip-hop singer outside of the United States, it's really frustrating to think about, I've been popular all over the West Coast in eight or eight years......"

Well? Song Ya looked at him strangely.

"What's wrong?" Escuber touched his face a little inexplicably.

"Nothing, by the way, isn't your old NWA teammate Dere still afraid to show his face?"

Song Ya inquired about Drey's current situation, "That guy won't really hide from Sugnett until his contract with Death Row Records expires, right?" ”

"Who knows."

Escubus shrugged, "Anyway, the Blood Gang is looking for him in Los Angeles, I heard, I just heard that he is quietly helping East Coast rappers make records in New York, you should know better than me, NAS is your good brother, and Jazzy is your singer." ”

"I haven't heard anything about him."

Song Ya shook his head, he didn't specifically inquire, it seems that Dre is determined to turn his face with Sugnette, as a West Coast bigwig, he would rather go to the East Coast to mess around, but if this matter is placed before the East and West Coast War, it is not a common thing for the singers and producers of the two sides to communicate, and when Escuber in front of him turned out to be ruthless, he also went to find the New York production team.

"Don't talk about that."

Escubus felt that the gangster rap circle was too chaotic so he temporarily withdrew from the circle to concentrate on the film career, he knew more than himself, but he didn't want to talk about it.

"Take you on a tour of the concert rehearsal?" Song Ya saw the concert staff come in and pointed to her watch.

"Okay, let's go."

The hotel is not far from the Maracanã Stadium, and the stage for tomorrow's concert is almost finished, as it has been, giving up one side of the stands, so this stadium that can accommodate 100,000 people can sell about 75,000 tickets, according to the data of the ticketing company, nearly 50,000 boxes, seats and 'standing tickets' in front of the stage have been sold, and it should be able to sell 50,000 tomorrow, and it must be still not satisfied, but the results have made Anschutz very happy.

Of course, it can't be compared to MJ's 'monster' that sells 75,000 tickets and actually pours in 80,000 viewers.

"Is that the pretty girl in your music video?"

Mira asked, gesturing to the person who was being hung above as the stage was preparing for the Earned It rehearsal, and Mila thought it was Charis.

"No, I hired a professional acrobat, uh, also a rookie singer, to sign up for Babyface's LAFACE record, and he lent it to me temporarily."

Song Ya waved at the girl who was practicing in the air and shouted, "Pink! No problem, right? ”

"Small." The girl flipped over lightly on the sling.

"Lady ...... tomorrow" At this time, Fergie dragged out of the backstage while talking to William Adams and other gang singers, and immediately found Mira beside her.

The enemy was very red when they saw each other, and Mira leaned closer into her arms, making eye contact with her.

"Bichi." Fergie, who had left the forest, didn't say anything special, and scolded with the belt of low-rise hot pants, and continued to talk about other things with the people around her.

Mira, too, didn't say a word to stimulate the other, and both of them matured.

Fortunately, Song Ya secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“APLUS！ APLUS！ APLUS！ ”

The next day, the concert opened without a hitch, with strong white spotlights that could not penetrate the specially designed fog effect, no music, like Latin girls crammed in front of the stage with canned sardines, shouting frantically at the empty stage.

"Hoo ......"

Song Ya held the microphone and sat on a stool next to a dry ice fog machine on the side of the stage, adjusting her breathing evenly.

"Band? OK。 ”

The intercom kept coming from the director and other people.

"Accordion?"

Here, the first song can only be Ai Se Eu Te Pego, with an accordion accompaniment coming from behind, patting himself on the shoulder in a friendly way and stepping into the smoke of the stage.

"APLUS Ready."

"Roger."

He took a deep breath and checked his clothes, makeup, and ear monitors one last time before heading to the center of the stage.

The shouts of the fans were deafening enough that they couldn't see themselves yet.

Subconsciously touch the buttocks, these days, male stars in Latin America are similar to the solid color tight shirts and trousers or jeans tied to the body, the figure must be good, and it is best to add a straight face.

And when the American actor comes to make money, he always wears a beach-style floral shirt based on stereotypes, or a fancy performance costume with Latin American dance elements, he will definitely not make that arrogant mistake, and the capital is enough.

"Countdown, 3, 2, 1...... GO!” The director gives the order.

The accordionist in front of the side stepped out of the fog and began to play the simple and beautiful intro to the melody of Ai Se Eu Te Pego.

"Ahh Yes! ”

The fans suddenly became agitated like a boiling oil pot, and Song Ya felt that the spotlights hanging above the stage were buzzing and trembling.

“Nossa， nossa……”

Find the right beat, sing and jump out in the most handsome pose, "Assim você me mata!" ”

He saw the faces of countless men and women who were so excited that they were twisted, not far from the stage, screaming and jumping and jumping and surging forward like waves crashing against the rocks.

“Ai se eu te pego，Ai ai se eu te pego……”

With a bright smile and a stoop to shake one of the countless pairs of hands stretched out towards her, the lucky girl was so strong that she almost tore herself off, so she gave her a high-five, and ran all the way from one side of the stage to the other.

“Come on！”

Fans here will follow the simple hand movements made by themselves in the original MV, and after a demonstration, they will all learn to echo in unison.

“Delícia， delícia，Assim você me mata……”

This saliva song Brazilians seem to really know everything, more than 50,000 people sang it collectively, and the cooperation on and off the stage was extremely perfect.