Meng Feibai's singing did not give Zhang Xinnian a chance to scold, but made the old professor over fifty excited, and almost gave Meng Feibai all the praises he had accumulated in his life. The other three judges were also unwilling to give high recognition and praise to Meng Feibai's singing and creation.

Back backstage, Meng Feibai had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a shadow covering him.

"Big brother, why did you come here?"

Meng Feibai took two steps back under pressure, raised his head and looked at the tower-like man standing in front of him with a complicated expression.

Four days ago, Yuan Qingyang rescued himself from Sheng'er, when the mighty and majestic bald man was by Yuan Qingyang's side. His name was Gulhan, a very "gentleman" name.

"Since this kid can detect the smell of the infected on you, then other infected people can also detect it, in order to ensure your safety, Gurhan will protect you for a while, of course, there is no reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days, so you better listen to the captain and join our Apocalypse Roundtable, if you figure it out one day, tell him, and he will bring you to our headquarters."

That day, Yuan Qingyang left after leaving these words, leaving only Meng Feibai and the fierce man Gurhan looking at each other.

After four days of getting along, Meng Feibai gradually figured out the character of this macho man, and if it can be summed up in two words, it is Gao Leng.

On the way back to his residence, Meng Feibai asked countless questions, and Gurhan's answers were usually "yes," "no," "I don't know," and "I didn't know," as well as ignorance.

Meng Feibai couldn't find out the news, so he didn't talk about it, and he had an extra piece of mobile body armor by his side.

But he didn't expect that he was at the recording site of the show at this time, and why would this macho man who obviously belonged to "unrelated personnel" appear in front of him.

For Meng Feibai's question, Gurhan still used silence instead of answering, but silently took out a card with an eagle pattern with wings spread from his jacket pocket and showed it to him.

"Tsk, the privileged class."

Meng Feibai knew that this was the identity proof of their organization, don't look at their organization, which is full of the atmosphere of the middle two, almost does not appear in the lives of normal people, just like an underground party wandering in the dark, but their authority is extremely great, and they can even enter and exit government agencies and confidential offices at all levels without notification.

Meng Feibai complained, and was ready to bypass him and continue to move forward, he didn't think that Gurhan would respond to his complaint.

However, as soon as he walked past Gulhan, he heard the sound of his urn and the sound of urns.

"This is not a privileged class, but an invitation card to face death at any time, the Grim Reaper. All we get is some well-deserved respect, perhaps some unwarranted fear, and that's it. ”

Meng Feibai stopped, turned to look at Gurhan Gujing's swarthy face, opened his mouth, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"In that case, why don't you leave?"

Gurhan didn't speak, and just when Meng Feibai thought that he would respond to him with silence again, Gurhan's emotionless voice sounded again:

"My family members have all died of infection, and I want to catch the murderer and personally crush his bones to ashes."

Meng Feibai was shocked, and unconsciously looked into Gurhan's eyes, trying to read something from his eyes.

However, after a while, he looked away in vain.

Where is this window of the soul, it is clearly two hard stones...

He complained silently, gave up his plan to spy on Gurhan's mind, and asked instead:

"You didn't look like you were talking to me two days ago, why are you different today?"

Meng Feibai just asked casually to change the topic, but he didn't expect Gurhan to suddenly take two steps forward and look at him condescendingly.

"I heard the song you just sang, you are a man of affection. I like people with affection. ”

Meng Feibai raised his head and looked at the Gurhan who was like a hill with a dull expression.

Big brother, don't you suddenly get so close to me and say such tiger and wolf words, okay?

Meng Feibai is not short, but he is 1.82 meters tall and thin, standing in front of Gurhan, who is nearly two meters full of muscles, like a delicate flower that needs pity.

He paused for a moment, quickly took two steps back, and after confirming that the picture just now was not seen, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Big brother, there is actually a more appropriate word for the emotion you just said, which is called appreciation."

He glanced at Gulhan with some complaint, turned and walked towards the players' lounge.

Behind him, Gurhan looked at Meng Feibai's figure, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't quite understand the difference between the two words, but he gave up after a little thought.

Knowing this doesn't help you kill the infected, so why do you know the difference between the two?

Thinking of this, his gaze hardened again, and he took steps to keep up with Meng Feibai's pace.

In the players' lounge, a group of players who were talking and laughing around Meng Feibai, after seeing the "fierce god and evil" Gurhan covered in flesh, instantly scattered as birds and beasts, and gathered together in twos and threes to whisper about the relationship between these two people.

Meng Feibai had a hard time arguing about this, and ordinary people were not allowed to know about the existence of the infected people, so they were even more unaware of the existence of Gurhan.

So although Meng Feibai knew that the gossip in the mouths of those contestants had evolved more and more outrageous, he could only sit alone with Gurhan, staring at him with big eyes in silence.

Finally, at 6 o'clock in the afternoon, the game that had been recorded for a day finally reached the last part, that is, the announcement of the results of the semi-finals.

Yes, as a super-large reality talent show that includes the Asia-Pacific region, there are more than 700 players who have entered the semi-finals alone, and after seven days of semi-finals, the results of all the contestants depend on the scores scored by the four judges.

It's not the support of the fans outside the stadium, not even the votes of the live audience.

There was no live audience at the entire recording site.

The results will be announced in reverse order from low to high, with a group of 20 people taking turns on the stage and the judges will announce the rankings.

Fortunately, because there are too many players and the area is too wide, the whole competition is divided into seven divisions, and only 100 players enter the semi-finals in each division, so the announcement of the results will not take up too much time.

At this time, with the guidance of the staff, the players ranked 80~100 have already left the players' lounge and headed to the stage.

Meng Fei Bai was sitting in front of the big screen in the lounge and looking at the picture on the stage, and beside him, there was Gurhan, who was even more old and there.