Chapter 102

With the increasing popularity of the program, the ratings and attention of this season are much higher than those of the previous two seasons. Part of these achievements is that when making the program, the program group continues to develop its strengths and avoid its weaknesses, and summarizes the shortcomings of the previous two seasons, including the continuous progress of publicity and program interaction. But the ratings are rising, more because this season's players are of higher quality and stronger strength.

For the interview rejected by Meng si a few days ago, Han Mo failed to invite Chang Hao back. The video of the interview was uploaded online just before the game.

In the video, Chang Hao seemed very confident. When the host asked him what repertoire he would sing in the sixth game, he didn't give a positive answer, but revealed some content.

Chang Hao looked confident, "I will try a completely different style of music, which is a breakthrough for me. Therefore, I specially asked a professional team to help me create together. In short, I am very confident in the sixth game."

"Bah, where is the self-confidence and face?" Xiao Pang scolded at the computer, raised the bottle and drank a mouthful of water, and stared at the screen.

Finally, the host asked him if he had anything to say to the fans. He smiled, "please wait and see."

Xiao Pang glanced while watching the video. "We'll wait and see. Hum, it's also the second child of a thousand years."

Meng Si had seen the video for a long time, but he didn't care. During the interview, the hosts were guiding. If they didn't pay attention, they would be routine. Chang Hao was more Chengfu. He avoided all the topics about Han Mo, but answered that he was very confident in his game.

"If you act like a firecracker again, I doubt whether you have the ability to help Han Mo do network maintenance." Meng Si put his hands around his chest and picked the tip of his eyebrows.

"I can't stand his domineering appearance." Xiao Pang explained.

"Don't you like it? You've seen it three times. " Meng Si glanced at Pang Xie obliquely and shook his head helplessly.

Xiao Pang didn't say a word and nodded the small fork in the upper right corner of the video.

He watched the video three times, watched it again and scolded once, then watched it again and scolded again. He knew in his heart that Chang Hao didn't say anything against Han Mo, but he didn't like him. Who called him Han Mo's opponent? At the moment, pangxie took Chang Hao as an imaginary enemy.

The competition in front of the stage has begun, and the singers who ranked lower in the last game appear one after another. Han Mo calls Xuanxuan and then tells Zeng Ying something. Zeng Ying defines him as being more nagging than women now.

One contestant will be eliminated in this competition, and there will be no place filling in the next one. Another singer will be eliminated in the seventh and eighth games. The contestants with the highest ranking in the ninth game will have the priority to choose the number of the finals in the tenth game. In the tenth game, only five singers will compete for the championship, and the rest singers who have appeared in the program, They will perform on the stage in the form of returning singers and will not participate in the competition.

This game is very important, although there is no difference between the rules and the previous games, because there is no need to fill seats in the next game, which brings a strong tension before the final to the program.

The singers are gearing up. No one wants to be eliminated. The competition is the sixth game. The singers have a general understanding of both the song selection routine and the audience's taste.

The applause rose and fell, the singers stepped down, and five singers have been singing. Without exception, they all chose songs with high difficulty coefficient and strong skills, explosive power, high pitched and strong sense of rhythm, so as to keep the competition atmosphere warm.

As soon as Han Mo hung up the phone, the director assistant reminded him to prepare for the waiting.

Now Chang Hao, who was called by netizens as Han Mo's only opponent, is singing on the stage.

In the last game, he maintained his previous style, the love song route, the song was soothing and calm, and won the second place by relying on his previous popularity, but there was still a big gap between the stage effect and Han Mo's exaggeration, so this time, he changed his style.

At the beginning of the prelude with a strong sense of rhythm, the audience clapped. The styles of the previous singers are also high pitched competition songs. At Chang Hao, the audience has reached a boiling state.

"These people all follow the music style of brother Han. Can't they have their own creativity?" Little Ponzi said unconvinced.

Meng Sichao turned his eyes and didn't speak, but he was also vaguely worried about Han Mo's performance. On second thought, this guy was surprised every time. He was nervous for him. He was worried blindly, so he didn't think any more.

Han Mo didn't care. He looked at the time. The children's grandparents should be home.

He took out his mobile phone and opened the personal collection of the address book. There were only three numbers in it. Han Mo hesitated and gently touched "Dad".

The phone was quickly connected, and an impatient "hello" came out of the microphone.

Han Mo heard the voice and asked, "you and mom are home."

As soon as he got home, he turned on the TV and waited for "looking for a good voice". Finally, when his son was about to play, suddenly the phone rang. The old man didn't look at the caller ID at all. He immediately connected the phone and said "hello" impatiently.

At the moment, I was surprised to hear Han Mo's voice. I quickly took the phone away. Presbyopia didn't wear glasses. Only when I took the mobile phone far away can I see the words on the screen, "son".

The old man was surprised and happy. For so many years, Han Mo never called him. When he didn't get stiff before, even if he asked for money, he called his mother and never called him. When he went to Beidu, he broke contact. Han Jun was very excited when he heard his son's words, but he still pretended to be calm and replied, "here we are."

Han Mo's heart is a little complicated. He has something to say, but he doesn't know how to say it. The old man is also a person who is not good at talking. At the moment, he is silent, which is the silence between his father and son.

Han Jun took the lead in saying, "come on, do well, I'll hang up first." He also wanted to talk to his son for a while, but his son would play soon. He didn't want to waste time.

Han Mo knew that Han Jun would hang up without saying anything, and some words he didn't want to wait, "Dad, I'm sorry before."

There was no sound on the phone. Han Mo knew he didn't hang up. After two seconds, a low voice came from the receiver, "HMM."

Hang up the phone, Han Jun's serious face suddenly smiled, "wife, do you know who called me?"

Chen Yuehong was watching TV carefully. She didn't listen to Han Jun's phone call at all. She said casually, "who is it?"

Han Jun continued excitedly, "look first, do you miss the phone."

Chen Yuehong glanced at her mobile phone and said impatiently, "No."

The last doubt was gone. The old man laughed twice. "It's my son. My son called me. He didn't call me until he didn't answer. My son called me specifically."

Chen Yuehong couldn't help laughing at her wife. "You old thing, the more you live, the less valuable it is. You'll be happy to call you like this."

Han Jun ignored her, continued to hold his mobile phone and whispered, "tell me I'm sorry, this is the first time."

When the music ended, Chang Hao left.

Han Mo takes a deep breath and is ready to take the stage.

The stage darkened, the piano rose slowly to the stage through the mechanism, Han Mo came to the stage, sat in front of the piano, the lights lit up again, and all the spotlights shone in the direction of Han mo.

Seeing Han Mo, the audience burst into warm applause, and the voice lasted for a while.

"Brother Han wants to play and sing by himself. Why don't I know?" Xiao Pang suddenly shouted.

Meng Sichao rolled his eyes and said coldly, "I want to report to you in advance, right?"

That's not what Xiao Pang thought. He said excitedly, "it's good to play and sing by yourself, but there's no explosive power. Limit your play. It's bad. It's bad. Brother Han doesn't discuss with you. This time, how can he get the first place without a high voice." Little Ponzi walked around anxiously.

Meng Si knew that Han Mo was going to play and sing by himself this time. He didn't stop or ask the reason. He believed Han mo.