Priscilla Chan couldn't hold back a single tear.

Zhou Huimin burst into tears and almost exploded.

The essence of this thing is the same as that of a bloody drama. It creates a touching atmosphere, draws the audience into it, and achieves a kind of empathy in a short time. And Zhou Huimin's story is real, which makes it even more immersive.

This kind of story is too common in civilian families. "Oh, that's a poor child too!"

"Communicate well with your mother, and she will definitely understand you!" "Mom, I also have a dream of becoming a star!"

"roll!"

At home, Zhou Huimin's mother was also in tears. It was the first time she heard her daughter speak her heart. She wanted to go to her daughter's small room and look at the closed door. She hesitated again because she didn't know what to do with her daughter at this moment.

say what.

"Look, you made my little sister cry!"

"Don't cry, don't cry, you can do it!"

At the show, the four instructors took turns to persuade Huang. Zhong Zhentao got a handkerchief from somewhere and ran up to the stage and handed it to her. Zhou Huimin took off her glasses and wiped her tears.

"Go back and talk to your mother. There are no parents in the world who don't love their children." "If the explanation doesn't make sense, I'll explain it to you!"

"Brother B, your promise is worth a thousand dollars!" "Thank you, Brother B..."

Zhou Huimin expressed her thanks in a tearful tone, which aroused everyone's pity and laughter. She was an innocent and lovely little sister. But Huang looked at her seriously for a while, and based on her countless experiences, she suddenly said: "Don't wear your glasses, raise your head and let us see

look?"

"Stop bullying others!" Zhong Zhentao said.

"You're farting! I asked her to show everyone the front and smooth her hair back." ww

After Zhou Huimin wiped her tears, she held the big plastic glasses in her hand. She raised her head in confusion and smoothed her hair. It was a baby-fat, white and tender face, destined to become the dream lover and ancestral idol of countless men.

of a face.

"Wow!"

A close-up of the male audience at the scene showed a young man beaming with joy.

Huang Yi slapped the table: "You should have taken off your glasses earlier! You were born to eat this kind of food." "I think you will have a great future in filming."

"Agree!"

"OK! Our time is almost up. The four instructors should restrain themselves... Only Brother B turns around. According to the rules, you will enter his student group." The host controlled the rhythm, and Zhou Huimin nodded fiercely: "Thank you Brother B for giving me so much."

I give you a chance, you are a good person."

"Hahaha! I'll call you good guy B from now on!"

"It's the first time I'm praised for being a good person. I feel uncomfortable," Zhong Zhentao said.

"I hope my mother can accompany me to the next competition. Thank you! Thank you everyone!"

Zhou Huimin left the show, and the host explained it again. Amid the cheers and applause of the audience, the first episode of The Voice came to a perfect end. Advertisements followed, and then there was a ten-minute behind-the-scenes program to show a more realistic state of the contestants.

It was already ten o'clock.

The mother looked through the crack in the door and saw that her daughter had turned off the light. She didn't know whether she was really sleeping or pretending to sleep, so she sighed silently...

"This program is really good. When is the next episode?" "Next week!"

"You still have to wait a week? Can't it be broadcast every day?" "Hey, why don't you watch TVB?"

"No, there will be behind-the-scenes footage later."

Tonight, countless families expressed their satisfaction, their emotional value was greatly enriched, and the rookie singing competition was long forgotten. Some people also went to take a look, and it was coming to an end.

Fifteen players stand in a row.

The host announced: "The winner of the bronze medal is Deng Zhiyu!" "The winner of the silver medal is Sun Mingguang!"

"The winner of the gold medal is Lu Fang!"

The three people stood up to receive the award, and according to the rules, they all got a contract with Huaxing Records. As the champion, Lu Fang had a privilege and sang "I Am Chinese" again. Well, sang it again.

"So boring!"

"Why don't you watch the highlights and change the channel!"

Lu Fang, who won first place, had no idea that he might be the hardest-working champion.

He has an excellent voice and excellent singing skills. His representative works include "Friends Don't Cry", "Old Love Song", "Your Smile", etc. He was famous for a while, but later disappeared due to limited appearance and personality problems.

However, later generations came to mainland China to participate in variety shows.

The rookie singing competition has also ended. People from TVB and China Star Records are not happy, and they have not changed their thinking: in the past singing competitions, singers were selected based on their ability, recorded, and packaged for debut.

Just like Lu Fang, he has a bad appearance but is very powerful. He can be a singer if he is well built. But "The Voice" is a different approach. The person becomes famous first!

That Lin Yilian, Priscilla Chan, and the crying little girl, they are sure that there will be a large number of viewers specifically to watch these people. "What ratings can they get?"

"How do you know now? Just leave it to fate, we tried our best!" "Ding-a-ling-ring!"

"Dingle bell!"

In the ATV building, the night was not quiet at all due to the frantic ringing of phone calls. The operator was so busy that he was sweating profusely. A few telephones were simply not enough. "We do not accept phone registrations. You have to come to the site. The location is at the Art Center.

Birthday Theater!"

"Okay tomorrow!"

"Yes, we have to audition to confirm whether you can be on TV. We don't choose people randomly!" "What did you say? Hello?!"

"Please don't sing to me on the phone, I'm just the operator!" "Don't curse, sir!"

Li Zhuanglie walked around excitedly and worriedly, waving his hands, and kept saying: "It's over, it's over, we only plan 8 episodes. If there are too many people, we will record more episodes, and the advertising fees will have to be renegotiated! It's messed up.

It’s all a mess!”

The program team originally accepted a total of 50 contestants, which is enough for the instructor. However, these people are not necessarily very strong. If there are stronger ones in subsequent registrations, don't waste it.

So if you record more, the workload will be huge!

It was Chen Qi's opinion to accept subsequent registrations, and Li Zhuanglie didn't know why. It would be very troublesome to figure it out.

He wandered around for a few times, then suddenly picked up the phone and called Qiu Degen. As soon as he explained the situation, Boss Qiu said: "Except for necessary programs, you can mobilize the remaining resources to ensure the smooth broadcast of The Voice!"

"OK!" In the blink of an eye it was the next day.

Zhou Huimin didn't go to bed until midnight, and woke up early in the morning. She felt uneasy inside. She heard nothing moving outside, but when she glanced around, she found a letter slipped through the crack in the door, lying quietly on the floor.

She was stunned for a moment, then took it apart and looked at it.

As she looked at her, she shed tears again. Her mother's words were simple but sincere. It was the first time that mother and daughter spoke directly from their hearts. "Amin, it's time to eat!"

"Coming!"

She wiped her eyes, opened the door and went out, looking at each other a little awkwardly. She wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but it was impossible! As she was eating, her mother suddenly asked: "Why are you recording a show?"

"We have to wait for notification, it will take some time." "Don't delay your homework!" "Yeah!!" "Open the door! It's open!" "We want to sign up!"

The management of Shouson Theater in the Art Center was startled early in the morning. It was like a zombie coming out of a cage. It was dark and full of human heads. The faces of men and women were jumping with excitement and they were shouting.

"What are you doing! Mainland China is accepting it early?" "Sign up for ATV!"

"Are the people from ATV coming?" "They're coming, they're coming!"

Several staff members rushed over in a hurry. They were earlier than the agreed time, but they still underestimated the enthusiasm of the crowd and hurriedly maintained order: "Don't crowd, line up! Line up!"

"How many people are here?"

"There are hundreds or even thousands, right?"
Chapter completed!