Everyone walked into the studio hall with the door, waiting for the players they supported to play...... And many contestants from the common class either sang or danced on this stage, just to realize their dreams of being civilian idols.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a stage that belongs to idols, and this is a stage that belongs to the whole people! People use their rights to choose the players they love and support, and cheer for them!

After more than ten rounds of auditions and semi-finals, today's finals are the final stage and opportunity for the selected ten groups of players, and the champions or losers will be shown from this stage.

In the backstage, ten groups of contestants are nervously applying makeup in the public dressing room, more than a dozen makeup artists are busy, it is a mess, and the field affairs keep urging the backstage to hurry up, and the front desk is ...... The show has already begun, and it is completely a live broadcast of the Grand Final.

In other words, today's 10 groups of players are facing an audience from all over the United States and even the world, and there is no room for the slightest mistake.

The three little girls of IOC, who have long been accustomed to this busy rhythm, have painted their makeup early, even if they have experienced so much and performed so many times on TV, the three of them are still a little apprehensive and nervous, you know, they used to just perform in Asia, even if they were nervous, when they looked at the audience, they were all a group of black-haired and black-eyed Asians, but now this is the United States, if there is a little mistake, the shame will be thrown to North America, and when the time comes, it will be spurned by the Chinese people in the world or in China, The three of them were really ruined.

"Buddha bless, you must win!" Sun Ling closed his eyes and muttered quietly. Jiang Qingyan rolled her eyes,

"Sun Ling, this is the United States, what's the use of you asking for the Buddha? He can't manage this place, so you might as well ask God, this is his territory! Sun Ling opened his eyes, raised his chin, and said eloquently,

Don't you know that God loves racism the most? What he likes is those blonde and blue-eyed foreigners, but he won't look at us Orientals! What's more, you see, most of the people present are praying to God, how can he have time to care about us......" Na Sheng, who was a lot more cheerful, was really speechless to these two guys, rolled his eyes desperately, and whispered,

"According to me, if you pray to God and Buddha, you should pray to the god of entertainment, at least ...... I think he's a pretty reliable old man. Sun Ling's eyes lit up,

"Pray to the god of entertainment, it's better to pray to our sister Tang, she will definitely be more effective than these gods!" Fortunately, Tang Xiaoxiao is not here, otherwise, she would definitely be angry with this dead girl.

Sun Ling was talking, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrate, took it out and looked at it, happy,

"Hey! Sure enough, it was more effective to pray to Sister Tang, and as soon as she prayed to her, her text message had already arrived. Jiang Qingyan and Na Sheng's heads came over,

"Hurry up and see, what Sister Tang has said."

"She told us to let go of our burdens and play normally...... Said it would surprise us then. Jiang Qingyan pouted,

"Mysterious."

"Orientals, this is the selection of American idols, not your Oriental territory, let's admit defeat as soon as possible." A domineering voice sounded behind him, with a bit of unrivaled arrogance, and directly aimed his disdainful eyes at the three little girls.