Chapter 62

Han Mo didn't know there was another pair of eyes behind him. He simply said a few words to Liu Xiaoqing and went back to lounge 7.

Just sitting down in the lounge, Meng Si's little assistant came back from the outside.

"They are all sick. Now who sees me and asks the first question is, is Han Mo still singing ballads today?" The little assistant walked in the chair next to the sofa and continued angrily, "what's the matter with singing folk songs? Brother Han can also win the championship by singing folk songs."

The little assistant gets more and more angry. He also sees a lot of negative comments on Skynet. Although he is half of the people in the entertainment industry, he should see these things less. No artist in the company has negative news, but the key is that now the little assistant is Han Mo's iron powder. It's harder for his idol to be scolded than himself.

The little assistant came to Han Mo, "brother Han, don't be afraid. Let's sing folk songs. It's nice to hear. I support you." The little assistant was originally a timid and honest man. He got familiar with Han Mo these days and spoke boldly.

Han Mo looked at the serious little assistant, paused, and squeezed a word out of his lightly pursed lips, "OK."

Although only one word was returned to him, the little assistant was even more energetic. "Brother Han, those who said you would be eliminated are jealous of you. I suspect it was the ghost of JINDA entertainment. Look at their song Qing today. He is singing folk songs. What does that mean? I analyzed... "Before the little assistant finished, Meng Si, who had been wandering back and forth, stretched out his legs and gave him a foot.

The little assistant was talking vigorously. Suddenly he was kicked. He got angry in his heart and suddenly turned back with anger in his eyes

"Meng, general manager Meng..." said with a smile in an instant.

Meng Si put his hands on his hips and said impatiently, "don't talk. People who listen are upset."

The anger in the little assistant's eyes suddenly turned into grievance, "I'm not angry for brother Han."

"There is a fire in my heart. I sit in the corner and it's cool there." Meng Si followed his finger to the corner of the wall. The little assistant was stunned and sat still. Meng siden's eyes, "smelly boy, don't go there soon."

The little assistant reluctantly got up and walked to the lonely chair in the corner.

To say that no one is upset, Meng Si is upset. He is Han Mo's agent. He handles any negative news in public relations. Han Mo is the happiest to do well in the competition. If Han Mo has problems, he is the most worried.

It is conceivable that a little assistant will be besieged and kept asking. Meng Si, the boss of sichen media and the agent of the hot singer of the competition, has been flooded with saliva. Even some senior executives in Apple station took the initiative to inquire about Han Mo to Meng Si. After all, this program is the guarantee of audience rating in the station. As the hottest singer, apple station also attaches great importance to Han mo.

So Meng Si was worried and didn't dare to say it in front of Han mo. after all, before the game, he said too much for fear that his mood would be affected, but he was also upset. When he heard the little assistant say it all over, he drove him away.

Meng Si sat in the little assistant's position and whispered, "it's all right. I'm not worried about you at all."

At this time, the stage outside was full of lights and the game began.

Bursts of applause proved that the singer came on stage and stepped down. Meng Si, with his hands on his chest and straight body, sat on the edge of the sofa, waiting for the choreographer's assistant to inform them to wait.

When contestant No. 5 finished, the staff informed Han Mo to wait, and Meng Si suddenly stood up.

Two people walked side by side in the corridor leading to the waiting area. Meng Si coughed twice. "That's all right. I'm not worried about you at all."

Han Mo suddenly stopped, looked at Meng Si helplessly, and said calmly, "you have said this sentence six times."

Meng Si was stunned. He didn't know that he had said it so many times and puffed, "it shows that I really have confidence in you."

Han Mo didn't speak, shook his head and continued to walk forward.

Meng Si curled his mouth and whispered, "have you been so many times?" He quickly caught up with Han Mo, "that, today's song?"

Meng Si suddenly remembered that he only knew the name of the song Han Mo was going to sing, but he didn't know what kind of song it was.

Han Mo knew what Meng thought asked and deliberately sold it, "you'll know in a minute."

"Hey, you stink boy." Meng Si raised his eyebrows.

Not only Meng Si, but everyone in front of the stage is looking forward to the song type of Han Mo's competition, because there are too many topics that Han Mo can only sing folk songs on the Internet, and the negative predictions are one wave after another, including some big V's on the Internet. If they lie a thousand times, they will become true and be believed by others, not to mention the true and false things that the audience can't distinguish.

Some people worry about Han Mo, and others are in the state of watching a good play.

"I don't know what kind of song Han Mo sings today." Zhai Xu asked Lei Jia with a smile.

"No matter what you sing, quality is the most important." Lei Jia makes a sweat for Han mo. he knows too much about the rules of the game here. You've been at the bottom and no one pays attention to you. But once you make achievements and take the head, too many people want to see you make a fool of yourself. Han Mo is the first in two consecutive games. If this one can't maintain this advantage. Even if you fall to the second and third place, someone will fall hard, and your words will be more ugly and more ugly.

Lei Jia's words obviously didn't have much confidence, because no one knew what song Han Mo was singing. Zhai Xu threw his words to another guest judge, "Shuya, if Han Mo was still singing folk songs, would he be the first today?"

If she had asked her two hours earlier, Shuya would have spoken for Han Mo, but now she was sulking, too lazy to speak and didn't bite.

The sixth singer has finished singing. Except Song Qing, the other five singers have sung on the stage in the previous two games. It has to be said that each singer has made progress. Although Liu Xiaoqing's song is not the classic of the girl waving wings, it is also very suitable for her voice. Both her singing level and stage performance are great. Ye Lizhi's song obviously takes advantage of his high voice. Through the last two competitions, singers also know what their opponents are good at, and are also trying to find opportunities to make their strengths more prominent.

In order to continue to interact with the guests and judges, Li Manli on the stage was ready to move and whispered in the audience.

"The first six singers sang really well today. Han Mo is going to appear. I don't know what to sing."

"It's said on the Internet that he can only sing folk songs. It's estimated that it's still folk songs."

"Song Qing's ballads are already great, and they are also singers. If Han Mo is still a ballad, it's a little... Tut tut."

"If it's still folk songs, it's impossible to be the first."

Wang Qian and Guo Tao stood on the side of the stage, deliberately pinching and waiting for Han Mo to appear. Their expressions were very serious.

"Guo Tao, do you think Han Mo can continue to be the first today?" Wang Qian hopes that Han Mo is still the first, but she has no bottom in her heart, so she wants to pull Guo Tao to give a positive answer, so she is more secure in her heart.

Guo Tao shook his head. "It's hard for me. After all, ballads are a minority. "

Wang Qian had no bottom, and her heart was even colder now. Just now she saw wechat, someone came up with a prediction. It was said that the prediction was actually gambling on the ranking of Han mo. many people thought that Han Mo could not continue to be the first, and even ranked third and fourth. Moreover, some people said that Han Mo consumed popularity every time, The ranking will only get worse and worse.

Wang Qian looked at the direction of the stage and clenched her hands slightly. Suddenly the light dimmed and the host ended.

The light is on again, and Han Mo is already standing in the center of the stage.

Han Mo is still holding a guitar and a standing wheat.

"Why, let me say, it's still a folk song. Ah. " Someone in the audience whispered.

Some sighed, some were disappointed, some shook their heads.

Han Mo nodded slightly toward the band on the side of the stage.

He adjusted the position of the wheat and looked ahead.

The guitar of the band sounded, the cymbals of the drums sounded, and the sound of Korean ink magnetic penetration suddenly came out with the music.

"How many times have I fallen on the road and broken my wings? Now I don't feel at a loss anymore. I want to surpass this ordinary life..."

The drum gradually became stronger. Han Mo's slender fingers moved on the guitar and raised his chin slightly.

Suddenly, all the spotlights on both sides of the stage shot down at the same time, interwoven with the dry ice and white fog, and the stage special effects and the sound of Han Mo broke out at the same time.

"I want a life in full bloom, just like flying in the vast sky..."

The audience under the stage was shocked.

Rock! Han Mo is singing rock this time.

Everyone followed this climax and couldn't help standing up and clapping with their hands.