Zhao Yiyi took the phoenix mask in the gift box and gave it to her.

Jun Qing put the mask on her face, and Zhao Yiyi helped her fix the strap behind her, and suddenly remembered something.

"Sister Jun, don't you have to put on makeup, otherwise when you take off your mask, you won't look good without makeup and on the camera......" Speaking of this, she suddenly stopped and stammered to explain, "Sister Qing, I'm ...... It's not that I'm not optimistic about you, I'm just saying...... In case of...... In case ......"

According to the rules of the program, there are ten contestants in each phase of the preliminary round, and the one with the most votes wins.

The five winners of the first round sang a second song, and after voting again, the top three winners advanced to the semifinals.

The loser has to take off the mask on the spot, and the winner wears a mask to advance.

In Zhao Yiyi's opinion, with this strength, it is difficult to survive the first round, let alone enter the semifinals.

Once you lose the game, you have to take off your mask, and at that time, if you are photogenic without makeup, the effect is not good.

After all......

Jun Qing belongs to an artist who has no talent and can only rely on his face to eat!

Knowing that she had lost her mouth for a while, Zhao Yiyi hung her face and waited for her to get angry.

The game is imminent, and if you say such frustrating words, the other party will definitely be unhappy.

Jun tugged at the hem of his skirt and spoke in a calm tone.

"I don't need to."

Because, she won't lose!

As a former first sister in the music world, if she can't even enter the preliminary round, she will simply wash up and go home to sleep.

Zhao Yiyi raised her face and looked at Jun Qing in front of her, only to feel that the girl in front of her was familiar and unfamiliar.

Obviously, the person is still the same person, but the whole person seems to be reborn from the fire, which is very different from before.

"All players are ready, waiting for entry, countdown to live streaming, and begin!"

On the TV screen on the wall, the countdown numbers appear.

Seeing the numbers decrease again and again, Zhao Yiyi nervously sweated both hands.

After the concise and atmospheric intro, the live broadcast officially began.

This time, the program team really had a lot of money, and the on-site stage layout was very advanced.

Black and white are the protagonists, with dazzling gold embellishments, and the atmosphere is exquisite.

Accompanied by the passionate opening music, He Qifeng, the first host of satellite TV variety shows, walked on the stage in a dark blue suit.

The man has always been very popular, and many audience members got up from their chairs and applauded loudly at the sight of him.

"Welcome to "Kamen Singer", and now I would like to give you a round of applause to the 99 public judges who were randomly selected from more than 20,000 applicants. And, of course, our 9 professional judges......"

The lights hit the judges' bench in the middle, and the nine professional judges sitting in front stood up in turn and nodded to everyone.

"Now!" He Qifeng turned around and raised his left hand, "I would like to invite our four special commentators, Mr. Zhao Yabin, Miss Zhou Ziwen, and Mr. Chen Jiahuan ......."

From a well-known producer to a popular diva, and then to Chen Jiahuan, who has always been known as the founder of domestic pop music.

Mentor camp, big-name cloud camp.

Every time He Qifeng pronounced a name, the screams at the scene would be one point higher.

"Now, there is still an empty seat on our four judges' bench, and he is ......" Speaking of this, He Qifeng suddenly stopped and spread his hands, "To be honest, the director team didn't tell me, and I don't know who it is, so ...... Now, have our mystery guest in wait! ”

The audience was silently dropping pins, and everyone's eyes were the same as Zhao Yiyi in the backstage lounge, staring at the stage entrance on the steps.