"The final trailer is out."

"Jiangning Stadium, the place is not small."

"The shooting is good, and the footage edited by each singer is the best part of their previous competitions."

"Haha, I revisited the astronaut operation, and it was amazing as always."

"His opponent, the stuffed giant, is not bad."

"Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, the finals are finally coming, I don't know who can get this first, it's full of gold."

"I used to feel like I had to choose between a stuffed giant and an astronaut, but now I can't really say it."

"I don't know who these singers and guests will invite, I don't think the coffee seat will be small."

"The program team is too good at leaving suspense, just talking about the mysterious guest and the mysterious guest, but the mysterious guest is not revealed."

"No, who can get a bunch of people in black to come out and put question marks on, or give some clues."

"Day by day, it will whet people's appetites, garbage program group."

The finals of "The Masked Singer" are coming.

Netizens are already impatient.

In the midst of discussions.

There's a sense of anticipation everywhere.

This evening.

Eight o'clock sharp.

The ticketing system has just opened.

Countless people quickly rushed in and robbed it.

Ticket prices for the Grand Final range from 180 to 1580.

The lower limit is lower than that of ordinary concerts.

Obviously compared to making money.

The program team hopes that the scene can be full.

It's just that they underestimated the enthusiasm of netizens.

It also underestimated the appeal of the contestants and judges.

It's only been less than twenty minutes.

Tickets were sold out at every price point.

There is simply not enough for netizens to eat.

"Haha, grab two infielders, good."

"I'm in the stands, it's farther away, but it's not bad."

"I'm also an infielder, closest to the stage."

"I've heard that the audience can vote."

"That's right, I can finally support a wave."

The people who grabbed the tickets were very happy.

A little show off.

And those who didn't grab tickets were very depressed.

I can only find a way to start with other channels.

The finals concert of "The Masked Singer" TV station is looking for a three-party contractor.

50,000 tickets.

In fact, about two-thirds of it was released on the Internet.

The other third is slowly digested in the hands of scalpers.

They ate the minds of netizens.

This wave has also made a lot of money.

In a hotel.

Guan Peilin and Huang Zhen are crooked together.

This is being mentioned.

"For the sake of insurance, I have already asked the agent to communicate with the fan union, and after inciting, the people in the group have basically bought tickets now."

Guan Peilin asked, "What about you, you won't forget it, right?" ”

"How so?"

Huang Zhen touched her face and smiled: "Regarding the matter of being a guest, I have already let people reveal some news in advance, although it is not so clear, but some people will definitely prefer to believe it rather than believe it, in addition, I also bought a lot of tickets out of my own pocket to give away, just to help you win the championship." ”

"Brother Zhen, you are so good to me."

Guan Peilin immediately kissed him.

"That's right, you are my woman, not good to you, good to anyone."

Huang Zhen said with a doting face: "The two of us cooperate, and we will be nine out of ten." ”

"By the way, the astronaut who offended you before, when he unveils him this time, I will make him pay." Guan Peilin said suddenly.

"Astronauts?"

Huang Zhen first sneered when he heard this, and then shook his head: "Forget it, don't worry too much, after this game, my fans will be able to completely overwhelm him." ”

"That's right."

Guan Peilin immediately analyzed: "I guess that guy has already regretted it." ”

"What's the use of regretting."

Huang Zhen said disdainfully: "Dare to do it against me for a little assistant, he really takes himself seriously, this time I want him to know what it means to have eyes and no beads." ”

"Poof."

Guan Peilin couldn't help but laugh.

Before the final.

The program team is preparing.

The singers are also preparing.

Finalize a partner.

Practice songs.

Mask customization.

Wait a minute

Duration.

Ren Tang didn't think about it.

Directly designed a shape that matches the astronaut.

Use the two elements of the stars and the moon to shape.

The mask is the shape of a whole yellow star.

The dress was covered with small embroidery of the moon.

The same goes for the jewelry you wear.

Goddess of the stars and moon.

Is it a good match with Mr. Lin?

"How's it going, is it pretty?"

Wait until the program team mails the costumes over.

Ren Tang immediately changed into a change and turned around in front of Zhang Lei.

"It's okay."

Zhang Lei commented: "I feel that the design of the stars is not mature enough, and it looks a little naïve. ”

"It's okay not to ask so much, I'm not a designer, and I'm in such a hurry, it's good."

Ren Tang rolled his eyes and said, "It's still quite comfortable to wear, there is a layer of velvet in it, do you want to try it?" ”

"Don't."

Zhang Lei hurriedly refused: "I'm not a singer, why do you wear this." ”

"Isn't that for you to experience?"

Ren Tang said, and put it on her compulsively: "How is it, are you here to feel it?" ”

"Feelings? What does it feel like? ”

Zhang Lei couldn't help asking: "What's the difference between this and a motorcycle helmet?" ”

"Don't say that."

Ren Tang said: "Imagine that you are a singer now, and there are tens of thousands of viewers in front of you, aren't you so nervous?" ”

"I can't imagine it."

Zhang Lei agreed: "But there is nothing wrong with what you said, wearing this thing to sing, there is no psychological pressure." ”

"yes."

Ren Tang said: "This mask looks inconspicuous, but it can make the singer play more stable." ”

Zhang Lei nodded.

Take the mask off.

Then.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

At first glance, it was Manager Shen's phone.

Hurriedly picked it up.

"Hey, Manager Shen, you say, okay, okay, I'll notify Ren Tang right away."

Wait until you hang up.

Zhang Lei said to Ren Tang, who was full of doubts: "Mr. Lin is in the practice room now, and he said that he asked you to rehearse a new song in the past." ”

"New songs? No problem. ”

Ren Tang's eyes lit up.

I'm going to go out right away.

Zhang Lei hurriedly reminded: "Wait a while, I haven't changed my clothes yet." ”

"You don't say I almost forgot."

Ren Tang paused, and then urged: "Don't be stunned, come and help me, the back is too dead." ”

“.”

Zhang Lei was speechless.

Time passed day by day.

End of May.

"The Masked Singer" final day!

Lin Hao and Ren Tang set off together in a car towards Jiangning Stadium.

In the car.

After hesitating for a moment, Ren Tang couldn't help but ask curiously: "Mr. Lin, will you choose to uncover your face in the end in this competition?" ”

"Well, I haven't thought about it yet."

Lin Hao said: "Do you think it's better for me to uncover my face or not?" ”

"I feel like it's okay, it's all good, if you don't reveal your face, you will always be mysterious and different in the eyes of the industry and fans."

Ren Tang thought for a while and said: "If you uncover your face, you can let everyone know your identity for the first time, and there will be more supporters at that time." ”

"Let's see."

Lin Hao smiled: "Let's talk about it depending on the mood." ”

Ren Tang was stunned.

It depends on the mood?

Mr. Lin is really temperamental.

The car was driving fast.

Half an hour later.

Arriving at your destination soon.

Looking through the car window.

At this time, there were already a lot of fans gathered outside the stadium.

A large area of Wuyang.

It's huge.

There are banners in several places.

Plush giant's.

White Rose's.

White Feather Girl's.

Bandage people.

And he, the astronaut.

It's all done.

There seems to be a lot of supporters in each family.

The official competition doesn't start until six or seven o'clock in the afternoon.

It's just after noon.

It can be seen how enthusiastic these people are.

Under the leadership of Wang Xueyi.

Lin Hao and Ren Tang came to the lounge in the backstage of the stadium.

Wait until the machine and equipment on the site are adjusted.

All the other singers are here.

Rehearsals officially begin.

It's a long process.

It's not the same as on the TV station.

In addition to playing well with the band.

I have to re-familiarize myself with the camera and everything.

After that.

The singers were all called together by Zhao Jinbin.

In the past, the lottery was done by assistants.

But the finals will be drawn by the singers themselves.

Lin Hao first nodded and said hello to the plush giant, bandage man, and white-feathered girl.

Then I looked at everyone's partner.

Everyone is wearing masks.

I don't know who it is at all.

The exception is White Rose.

invited the black warrior Huang Zhen, who had been eliminated, to come over.

Two people are equivalent to a clear identity ratio.

He's looking at someone else's partner.

Others are also looking at his partner.

In a word.

Everyone is curious.

"I'll go, open, is it so much back?"

Open the small note.

The bandage man Yuan Zhiqi was really speechless.

This luck.

No one left.

"I'll pick you up."

The white-feathered girl said, "The second one appears." ”

"I'm the third." White Rose said.

"Fourth."

The plush giant said, looked at Lin Hao and said, "The finale? ”

"That's right."

Lin Hao nodded.

"Good luck."

White Rose interjected.

Lin Haoli ignored him.

Looked at.

Guan Peilin and Huang Zhen's faces sank.

Death is on the horizon.

Are you still dragging like this?

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The audience began to enter the venue one after another.

Mo Xiaoyu and Shan Qi, wearing hats and masks, were queuing up to go through the security check.

"My God, there are so many people, this has to wait until the Year of the Monkey."

Look at the big troops ahead.

Mo Xiaoyu is stupid.

"The seat can't run again, what are you in a hurry, there are several passages, it won't be too slow." Shan Qi said.

"It's a little hot, my hair is wet." Mo Xiaoyu complained.

"Bear with me, it'll be fine for a while."

Shan Qi said: "I have a small fan in my pocket, do I want to blow it for you?" ”

"If you have this thing, don't say it sooner, quickly, give it to me."

Mo Xiaoyu did not refuse.

Shan Qi flipped it out and handed it to her.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't patronize and blow it by himself.

Directly aimed at the two of them.

It doesn't matter if the wind is cool or not.

At least it's much more comfortable.

The two of them waited in line for about forty minutes.

Finally walked in.

Find a seat in the front row and sit down.

Mo Xiaoyu took out the glow sticks prepared in advance from his bag.

"Here's one for you, cheer for the boss and Sister Ren in a while." She said.

"You're pretty well prepared." Shan Qi took it with a smile.

"That's it."

Mo Xiaoyu said with a smile: "In the area of supporting the boss, I recognize the first, and no one dares to recognize the second." ”

(End of chapter)