The finals live broadcast starts at 8 pm.

Zhang Yang gave all VIP seats, and he could go directly to the VIP channel to enter the venue. However, Zhang Shouyi still urged him to come early and did not bother Zhang Yang, but only sent him a message.

Zhang Wei came to the world-famous "Crown" for the first time. Since he got off the rental, he has not stopped looking around. He also took a photo with his new phone from time to time, and found it novelty to see anything.

Zhang Shouyi, Fang Qianxue, Zhou Qihang and Zhou Fan are naturally the first time they have been here, but they are much more reserved than Zhang Wei, and they do not show their excitement and novelty as she does without any scruples.

There were signs and instructions along the way, but Zhang Shou was cautious all his life. Seeing that there were staff members, he still wanted to confirm it, so he couldn't help but delay some time.

When Zhang Wei rolled his eyes at his father secretly, he caught a glimpse of two beautiful girls with beautiful hair draped over her shoulders holding her arms and walking from behind.

The one on the left is probably 1.7 meters tall, slender waist and long legs, white skin, and an ordinary summer outfit with a white T-shirt and denim shorts perfectly showing her tall and graceful figure, full of youth and very charming.

The girl holding hands with her was a little younger and had a shorter body, but she was probably much taller than herself. She should be about 1.65 meters tall, and was wearing a retro purple tassel dress, pure and beautiful.

The former is amazing, while the latter is ashamed.

Zhang Wei quickly searched in his mind and found that he and Xiaoqi were not as good as others. Among the people he had seen, it seemed that only his future sister-in-law could compete with the girl in purple skirt.

This made her somewhat frustrated. She used to feel that she could not compare with Lin Yiran because of her age. She would not be worse than her when she grew up. Now, when she saw another person, she realized that even if she grew up, the upper limit was only the level of a long-legged beauty.

Not as long as anyone else's legs.

There is still a clear gap between Lin Yiran and the girl with purple skirt.

The long-legged beauty seemed to have been here, and her eyes were only swept Zhang Wei and the others, and then she walked towards the corner of the corridor ahead with the girl in her purple skirt.

The girl in the purple skirt seemed to notice Zhang Wei's look and smiled at her. She was gentle and refined, making people feel good involuntarily.

Zhang Wei also smiled back, a little cramped. After the person walked away, he withdrew his gaze and found that Zhou Fan was actually staring at the backs of the two beauties, rolling his eyes at him with contempt.

Zhou Fan came to his senses and saw Zhang Wei rolling his eyes. He curled his lips and didn't know her. The stunning impact just now had not disappeared. He thought that it was indeed a VIP channel. How could such a girl be seen easily?

I have become increasingly determined to learn to be a director. It is difficult to find such top beauties in the entertainment industry, but I have caught some of the first and second-class beauties at will.

We are not greedy either, just take one hundred as one.

The five people came to the audience, and there were already many spectators, and many others were looking for seats, but the venue was too big and it still seemed a little empty.

Zhang Wei and the others quickly found their seats. Before they could sit down, Zhou Fan suddenly pointed to the back and said, "It seems that there are Zhang Yang's fans there."

Zhang Wei followed his parents and looked over. Sure enough, he saw some boys and girls holding light signs with slogans such as "Zhang Yang Fan Club", "Famous all over the world", "Zhang Yang We are your solid backing". They seemed to have stopped them, and some people were holding light signs and distributed to others.

Fang Qianxue knew that his son was a celebrity now. Not to mention anything else, after he finished singing "Huo Zongxia" on TV last Saturday, the martial arts hall that was almost unable to open was almost crowded with people who signed up the next day. The business was many times better, along with the barbecue stall next door and even the teahouse that had been deserted.

The teahouse owner is a relative of a teacher in the school. A few days ago, he joked, "You have to pay your son for advertising fees when you look back."

But that was rumored after all, including the list data seen on the Internet, the number of downloads of millions, and the data was too large, which made her unable to imagine a specific concept at all.

So when I saw someone actually lined up to cheer for my son, but it seemed that a fan club had been established, I was very surprised and read the slogans, which was a bit funny, but more proud.

Zhang Wei flattened his mouth, which was also very novel. After blinking, he suddenly saw the long-legged beauty he had just met in the VIP channel. He walked among the group of fans, seemed to have said something, and then walked over with a very large light sign.

Her seat was right next to her, sitting with the beauty in purple dress.

"Wow, these two girls are pretty!"

Fang Qianxue then noticed the two girls, and exclaimed sincerely. Zhang Shouyi also glanced at it and said, "It's not Lin's good-looking."

The other four people couldn't help laughing, and Zhang Wei laughed too. Then he saw the long-legged beauty return to her seat and turned on the light sign. The slogan on it said: "Talent makes me unable to keep a low profile." He couldn't help laughing.

"What's this slogan?"

Yang Yuting leaned back slightly and looked at the words on the lamp sign with disgust.

Chu Yu put the light sign on his legs and said proudly: "Low-key is the greatest ostentatiousness. I call it a customized slogan based on specific names, personalities and needs. If you take it in the camera, it will definitely be ten thousand times better than those who I love you!"

Yang Yuting tapped the light sign with her fingernails and said, "I will lift you up later. I won't hold it up, it's so heavy."

"I know, Shen, you still let me hold it alone?"

Yang Yuting thought for a while and said, "If he sings Chinese style, he will still have to be a classical one. I will raise the lanterns for him. If he sings those messy things, Huo Zongxia, Lady Huo, etc., I will leave directly."

Chu Yu said, "What should I do if you leave? No! Even if you accompany me, you have to sit here and watch it!"

After she said that, she seemed to think of something, looked around and whispered: "Do you think someone will come with us?"

"If you have it, just have it."

Yang Yuting said indifferently, "They all think I'm made of snow. If I get wet in a little rain, I will melt when I see some light. I run out to watch the talent show with great rebellion. I must arrange it properly."

Chu Yu thought for a while, holding the light sign, hiding behind the light sign, and observing secretly for two or three times. His arms were sore, but he still didn't find a suspicious target. He had to sit down, put the light sign back on his snow-white thighs, and muttered, "It seems that there is no one?"

"If you can find out, they'll just quit."

Yang Yuting rolled her eyes and said, "You should rest honestly, otherwise when the live broadcast begins, you should hold the light sign and lose your strength. I won't help you."

Chu Yu also rolled his eyes, "If you don't help me lift it, I won't take you out in the future."

But this does not mean that Lin Yiran can be completely out of it. Although Jiang Mo and Su Hui are not biological, they are no different from their biological children. She is still unmarried and regards Lin Yiran as half of her daughter. She also hopes that she will always be so carefree.

If you want to be worry-free, you naturally need someone to shelter from the wind and rain, but from the moment, Zhang Yang is far behind.

There are too many talented people in this world, and how many are really standing on the upper level?

The leader is the general, and the general is the general. Lin Canghai and Su Hui are both exceptions. They cannot expect their successors to still achieve this level, but no matter how low the lower limit is, they must be able to do things.

Zhang Yang is much worse in both aspects.

but……

She quickly remembered her bad vision and became a little unconfident. She decided that Lin Canghai was not Su Hui's good match and had been hit hard by reality... She wouldn't have been misleading again, right?

Probably not!

Jiang Mo quickly denied this possibility. Such things cannot be repeated. Su Hui and Lin Yiran and his daughter both met monsters. The probability is too low... right?

Most of Jiang Mo's work was before today. The live broadcast had not started yet, and there were not many things that really needed her to make a decision. So when she was woken up by her assistant and came to her senses, the live broadcast was about to begin.

The first student to open the show was Shangguan Qiyu.

She was wearing a white dress, with two snow-white wings standing behind her back. She slowly descended from the top of the venue in a bright light, and met Ling Ran in the air, singing Ling Ran's classic song "When the Wind Rises" together.

This is one of Ling Ran's most popular masterpieces, but the protagonist tonight is undoubtedly Shangguan Qiyu. Ling Ran has not many lyrics. However, tonight's finals are mainly students, so naturally no one thinks there is anything wrong with it.

The song is beautiful and the song is good. In addition, the first opening, and it has been carefully prepared for so long. Even some students' fans, after watching the opening performance, had to admit that in terms of the opening performance alone, Shangguan Qiyu is undoubtedly the best in the audience.

And more people are wondering: the opening performance is about to end, what about Zhang Yang?

"Why haven't my brother appeared yet?"

Zhang Wei could not count the first guys singing on the stage, so he had to turn around and ask his mother.

Before Fang Qianxue could answer, Zhang Shouyi said: "Didn't it meant it was the last one? This is the ninth one."

Zhang Wei said impatiently: "Oh, why are you so slow? The finals are there, and there are so many students? If you continue singing one by one, how long will it take?"

"Five were eliminated in the first round!"

Fang Qianxue just finished speaking, and Zhang Shouyi said: "It's over!"

Zhou Qihang asked in shock: "What's wrong? What's over? Haven't Zhang Yang sang yet?"

"I'm finished rap!"

"Oh, scared me..."

Zhou Fan was disgusted with his father's stupidity and cuteness, and Zhang Weize laughed. On the stage, hosts Yingzi and Chu He were already interviewing the students and guests who had just completed the opening performance.

After asking a few questions, the students expressed their gratitude and admiration, the ninth student finally returned to the background.

The entire venue fell into darkness the next moment. If it weren't for the hazy light above the stage, it would almost make people think that there was a power outage. Even so, many people were shocked.

Zhang Wei was so scared that he almost screamed. Fortunately, he soon heard a clear and bright sound coming from somewhere, which was particularly pleasant to clean in the dark.

Zhang Wei immediately realized that this was his brother's performance. He listened carefully and asked softly: "Is it a wind chime?"

After all, Zhang Shouyi was a middle-aged uncle who had failed to pursue his musical dream and immediately said: "No."

But I have no time to say more and listen carefully.

"Wow, chimes?"

Chu Yu was also surprised, "This guy is so good at making fun of it. He even uses chimes to accompaniment?"

"It's a chime."

Yang Yuting corrected her softly and listened carefully. Her bright eyes stared at the stage, shining in the dim light.

The venue with 80,000 people was silent, with only the Qingyue notes coming from nowhere echoing, and then accompanied by the sound of drums, a faint light appeared on the stage.

It was the center screen of the stage, and the ink paintings like those in "The Rain of Qingming Festival" were lit up.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yuting felt sure, and then she was happy again, confirming that she had not come here in vain, and that it was the Chinese style she wanted to hear!

The ink painting constantly flows and changes in the light and shadow, as if a man and a woman were reluctant to say goodbye. It was very short, only a few dozen seconds before it darkened again.

In just less than two seconds, the hazy light lit up again.

It seemed like a veil was blocking the stage. A beam of light hit one end of the stage. Through the veil, a familiar and upright figure shone out, slowly walking towards the end of the veil.

Just as the name flashed through Yang Yuting's mind, a scream that had erupted in her ears instantly began to sound, gathering together, as if she was in a majestic tide, which scared her.

Chu Yu, who was also screaming, was also startled.
To be continued...