Chapter 290

"Wow..."

After a long time, all the talents finally responded, stood up and applauded in vain.

At this moment, there is no difference between the audience and the tutor, because except for the three people who wasted, they are the staff of the TV station. At this moment, they are all the audience.

Too touching, too beautiful, there is a deep sweetness to the bone, which makes people intoxicated.

In the face of such music, no one can refuse, no one can refuse, and no one is willing to refuse.

On the stage, Wen Huan looked at the waste with a grateful face and bowed deeply: "master, you are the real master!"

With an indifferent smile, he asked softly, "you are also good. With this song of today's cooperation, you should not be far from a breakthrough."

"Yes!" Wen Huan's attitude is respectful, just like a primary school student: "hearing the master's playing has benefited me a lot. I, when I summarize, I should be able to make a breakthrough. Please give me more advice in the future."

Generally speaking, the word "instruction" is full of challenge, but today, it seems very sincere from Wen's Huan's mouth. It is sincere to let him waste his instruction.

The higher a person goes, the more he knows about nature.

Similarly, the understanding of realm will be deeper.

Originally, Wen Huan thought that idleness was just the realm of a great master. As long as he could step into a great master, he would not be afraid of idleness.

But after a song just now, he really realized that he was not just a great master.

He said so on the stage, but the other three tutors were stunned.

What's going on here?

Wen Huan has always been their idol and goal in their hearts, but now Wen Huan has such an attitude towards idleness. It's a disciple's gift.

It was really beyond their expectation.

So the three of them were confused there and didn't know how to go below.

And the audience under the stage also listened to Wen Huan's words very clearly, but they were stunned one by one.

Mud horse, what's going on?

How could the tutor call others' masters so respectfully? Looking at that, he really learned a lot from others.

It's just like students' attitude towards their teachers!

This

The host first felt something wrong. He hesitated for a moment, but finally bit his teeth, walked to the stage, attached to Wenhuan's ear and whispered, "brother Huan, should they end?"

Wen Huan remembered that this was the stage, and just Meng Fei sang, and none of the four of them turned around.

But it was not that I didn't want to turn around, but that I was too intoxicated.

Originally, he had another idea, that is to discuss with the audience and let Meng Fei sing again, but after seeing the wasted piano sound, he really didn't dare.

My brother is a great master. He still has to perform disciple rites. He wants to worship the teacher, but he asks himself to accept his sister as a student. He doesn't dare!

However, although Meng Fei's voice is covered up by the wasted piano sound, it is definitely a talent, especially the amazing reverse string. If the piano sound is not too beautiful, it must be turned.

Moreover, there is another reason. If you accept Meng Fei, doesn't it mean that you will have more opportunities to see her brother in the future?

In this way, you can often ask for some questions.

He is about to break through the realm of a master, and needs the guidance of a master.

He hesitated and his expression became a little complicated.

However, the most important thing is to break through the master's realm in the end.

Think about the pursuit of life, the light is in front of you. If you miss it, I'm afraid you'll regret it all your life.

Now that he has made a decision, he is not a procrastinator. He directly whispered to the host: "to be honest, as I said just now, when Meng Fei sang, the four of us didn't turn around. It's not that she sang badly, but that her singing was so beautiful that we were intoxicated. If we missed such a player with the most beautiful voice because of our intoxication, I think it's a pity for us, but also a loss. "

While talking, he also looked down at the stage and reminded the host: "you can see the reaction of the audience. If we let Meng Fei go like this, I'm afraid the ratings of our TV station will drop sharply, so I want her to sing again!"

"This..."

The host was a little stunned. This kind of thing has never happened.

Looking at his embarrassment, Wen Huan suddenly smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "you don't have to be embarrassed. You just need to ask the audience what they think when they step down..."

That's enough.

To be a host and do this step is definitely a lively person.

So the host's eyes suddenly lit up, stretched out his thumb and stood up at Wen Huan: "brother Huan, you are really tall!"

After a little meditation for a moment, he already had words in his stomach, looked at the audience with bright eyes, and his voice was magnetic with temptation: "everyone, I believe we have heard a song sung by mentor Wenhuan and Meng Fei just now. Then we say, is Meng Fei singing well?"

"OK..."

Under the stage, the sound was loud and neat, deafening.

Let the host's breath be stifled. He really hasn't seen such a situation.

In the past, hosting programs, especially some stars, also had their own fans, even professional fans who paid for them, but there was absolutely no such momentum.

He suddenly felt that Wen Huan was right. Meng Fei was so popular.

If you really miss it, I'm afraid there will be a sharp decline in ratings.

He glanced at Wen Huan quietly and threw a grateful smile.

More secretly wiped a sweat.

Then he took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, smiled and looked at the audience. His voice was loud: "I don't know if you have a feeling. Meng Fei just sang so well, so we were intoxicated. Tell me loudly, do you have any?"

"Yes!"

The chorus of shouts shocked people.

"Since everyone was fascinated, the four mentors were the same, so they missed the turn. It was not that they didn't value Meng Fei, but that they were too fascinated and forgot to turn around!"

His voice was impassioned, and his expression was more inexplicably excited: "you say, should we give Mengfei another chance now?"

"Should give, must give!"

The host looked at everyone under the stage with satisfaction, but he followed the trend and shouted, "OK, let's give Meng Fei another chance!"

"Wow..." warm applause broke out immediately.

The host also quietly wiped a sweat, smiled at Meng Fei, raised his thumb, and whispered, "come on!"