I saw that Namjoon's votes rose like a rainbow, jumping up like an elevator, and it was dizzying to watch.

"Damn, swipe the ticket, right? That's too fake, isn't it? Fang Lixia and Pei Hao exchanged heads.

Pei Hao held his chin in thought, it was really fake, Nan Hao's popularity was not as strong as it was.

Outside the venue, Mingya had a simple bandage on her arm and stood aside to talk on the phone.

"In any case, Namjoon must be the first, well, I don't care what you do, it doesn't matter how much money you spend, I just want the result."

"Sister Xiaoya, Nanjun is the first." pinched the line, and the assistant ran over excitedly to report.

Great, she glanced at the time, and it was less than four minutes before the voting deadline.

"What about the goddess list?"

"The first is Sister Yingying."

She smiled with relief, as long as she could stabilize it, when the time came, Song Canran didn't get the first place on the two lists, see how she can be in the limelight again.

On the field, the vote entered the countdown, and the final ranking was displayed in real time on the big screen.

Namjoon's rally is particularly eye-catching, and he saw that the number bar kept beating, making people's eyes flash.

"Hold on, it's the last four minutes,, what's the situation, can't you fight for the number of votes, how can you let him exceed it?"

Seeing that Nan Jun finally overtook Ye Weifan and jumped to the first place, Fang Lixia was so angry that he almost burst out.

Contrary to his anxious anger, Shadow smiled happily.

"Great, Brother Nam Joon, congratulations."

"What do I say, you must be the first, sure enough, the eyes of the masses are bright, this award belongs to you."

The praise in the front row made Fang Lixia even more unhappy.

"Heh, what's the matter, as if the prize has already arrived, has the result been announced? Did you get the trophy? ”

"It's less than four minutes, Brother Nan Jun is ahead by dozens of votes, and you are doomed."

"Ouch, dozens of votes, scared the baby to death, I thought it was a few thousand."

The people in the front row were embarrassed for a second, the gap of dozens of votes was indeed very small, and there was a possibility of being caught up at any time, but this tone could not be lost.

"Of course, dozens of votes are nothing, my brother Nan Jun has risen by tens of thousands of votes in less than twenty minutes, look, this is strength."

"Strength? Hehe, who doesn't know that my mortal popularity is invincible in the world, and clear-eyed people are tired at a glance, okay, oh, except for my brother Ran, you say that the first is the first, thinking that the judges' eyes are blind. ”

"Hey, what are you messing with, you don't dare to admit it if you lose, Fang Lixia, are you a man?"

Listening to the two of them, Song Cangran shook his head, adding up to dozens of years old, they are not naïve.

"Brother Ran's fans, all move, don't let people be compared."

No matter how anxious Xingchan is, there are only thirty seconds left in the time, and Song Canran on the goddess list is still dozens of votes short of the first, and the first on the male god list is Nam Joon.

"Rush, what are you cowardly, you must catch up."

"Hold on, you must hold on, Brother Nan Jun will win."

The front and rear rows didn't care about the fight, staring nervously at the big screen.

The emcee also excitedly created an atmosphere: "This year's popularity award competition is simply ups and downs, who will end up?" Will Song Canran win the Grand Slam, or Nam Joon will burst onto the rise, or Sister Ying Ying will have the last laugh? With the last twenty seconds left, let's cheer them on. ”

"Brother Ran will win!"

"Brother Jun, come on!"

"We love you!"

All kinds of voices at the scene were mixed together, pushing the atmosphere of the venue to a high court.