This star is from the earth

The format of the game is:

Two people in each group came out to sing together, and then according to the final score of the machine, the person with the highest score can determine the order of appearance of the other groups in the [Extreme Concert]. is the highest group and determines all other groups.

Everyone here knows the importance of the order of appearances on stage. Even Zhang Zishang, who has neither participated in the [Extreme Concert] nor participated in music competitions, through the program "Singer", he knows that the later the stage, the greater the advantage.

"Mr. Han, just sing Teacher Zhang's song." Zhang Zishang ran to Han Jue and made a suggestion.

Before Han Jue could say anything, after Huang Jin heard it, he immediately blocked Han Jue's song selection: "Han Jue can't sing Zhang Yiman's song!"

"Why!" Zhang Zishang was unhappy, "It's not fair!"

"Where is it unfair? Musicians just can't sing their own songs, whether they sing or write. Otherwise, if everyone chooses this way, there will be no comparison."

Huang Jin still has a reason for saying this. This is not aimed at Han Jue alone, because other musicians have written songs for other singers, and they are most familiar with such songs.

The repertoire of K songs produced by a pair of two is determined by each group, but the songs of the last five years cannot be determined, and related repertoires cannot be determined.

After the situation was explained, everyone discussed and discussed and prepared.

A group of hosts were babbling, babbling, humming, hahaha, using all kinds of messy ways to open their voices, adding drama to themselves, gearing up to get a good score.

"Mr. Han, what shall we sing?" Zhang Zishang asked Han Jue.

"Whatever," Han Jue said, "Just choose the one you are most confident in. I don't listen to many songs, and I may ask you to sing alone later."

In addition to restoring songs from his previous life, Han Jue also listens to songs from this world himself, but he starts listening to the latest ones. [Cannot choose songs released within five years] This rule directly kills him, so the right to choose songs I handed it over to Zhang Zishang.

"Okay!" Zhang Zishang now has a faint confidence towards Han Jue, and doesn't want to drag Han Jue back. The so-called "I don't listen to many songs", Zhang Zishang only thinks that Han Jue is being modest.

The order of the next K songs is determined according to the degree of completion of the previous creation. Han Jue and Zhang Zishang are the tallest in this group, and they are the first to appear here.

"Come on!" After Zhang Zishang and the program team reported the repertoire, they stood in the middle of the venue holding the microphone. Before the rhythm sounded, he began to dance his shoulders to the rhythm in his mind.

Han Jue stood quietly while holding the microphone.

Soon the prelude sounded. It is a song that Han Jue is unfamiliar with.

Han Jue took a step back slightly, without even lifting the microphone, he stretched out his hand to signal Zhang Zishang to sing first.

That Zhang Zishang will sing first.

【The fifth year of living alone, thank you for leaving me... standing on the edge of two worlds, writing a long letter that everyone will miss me~~】

Zhang Zishang may have recorded very well today, and found the feeling of being a variety show host. At this time, he played it very openly, for the sake of being funny, or maybe because he thought that no matter how he sang, Han Jue would help him get the bottom line, so he sang at this time It was extremely tragic.

Even though Han Jue hadn't heard the original singing of this song, he could still hear that the tune didn't match, and he was in a trance. He wanted to put down the microphone right away—no comparison.

And Zhang Zishang didn't know it, so he gave Han Jue a look, meaning to let Han Jue continue singing.

Han Jue couldn't sing.

Originally, he wanted to listen to Zhang Zishang's singing and quickly judge the tune of the original singer, but when Zhang Zishang asked him to do this, he either sang along to Zhang Zishang's tune, or sang impromptu. But no matter what kind of singing method, in front of the scoring system, you will not get a high score.

Han Jue waved his hand and chose not to sing.

Half a sentence of the lyrics is empty.

【what's the situation! ] Zhang Zishang panicked and took it back.

While watching the teleprompter and singing, he also took time to look at Han Jue and communicate with his eyes.

[Teacher Han! It's funny that I alone is enough! You sing! 】

[I'm not being funny, I really can't. 】

【…】

After a few intermittent lyrics, Zhang Zishang saw that Han Jue really didn't sing, and then he thought of Han Jue's sentence "I don't listen to many songs", which means literally—that is, there are really not many songs.

[Ah ah ah! ] Zhang Zishang quickly let go of his funny mentality, and panickedly used his singing skills to save him.

But things are no longer helping.

A song is half sung randomly, half seriously, and finally scored [63] points, which is not bad.

Zhang Zishang, who came to the sidelines, turned to look at Han Jue, who was beside him, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything in the end.

Han Jue noticed Zhang Zishang's gaze, patted Zhang Zishang's shoulder in turn, and said in a senior tone: Zishang, your singing skills don't seem to be stable yet, you need to practice more in the future! "

"..." Zhang Zishang really didn't know what to say, so he could only make a puff in the end, let him bend forward in frustration.

Everyone looked at the tragic and dazzling score in the middle of the field, and everyone expressed their happiness.

"Uncle, why didn't you sing just now?" Zhang Yiman asked.

"Uncle is old." Han Jue replied.

It is normal for a music creator not to listen to as many songs as music lovers. Because it often takes several months for a creator to devote himself to creating an album, and after an album comes out, listeners only need to spend more than an hour to listen to the album.

So Zhang Yiman is not too surprised that Han Jue is unfamiliar with a song five years ago.

But Han Jue believes that with the increase in the number of variety shows in the future, he will also have more pop songs from this world on his make-up course list.

A group of people went up to sing, and Han Jue's [63] was at the bottom, everyone felt at ease. Some hosts are not afraid of being a little bit funny, and they don't feel that they will win the bottom qualification of Han Jue's group.

Zhang Zishang wept silently.

In the end, as expected, the group Zhang Zishang and Han Jue took the last place.

The first place was Zhang Yiman's group.

【98】.

"Wow!" Everyone applauded.

According to the rules, Zhang Yiman and Huang Jin can decide the order of appearance in [Extreme Concert].

Then the program team pushed up a board with [1][2][3]…[6] vertically marked on it, and there was a blank space behind the numbers, waiting for Zhang Yiman to paste the group's nameplate on it.

"Let's come to the first group first, so that everyone can feel at ease." Huang Jin said.

Everyone was nervous and had no opinion.

"Xiaoman, who do you want to play first?" Huang Jin asked Zhang Yiman.

Zhang Yiman scanned around, and everyone put on a gesture of resistance, shook their heads, clasped their hands together and begged for mercy.

"Whatever, Mr. Huang, you decide." Zhang Yiman gave Huang Jin the right to choose.

"Me? Okay!" Huang Jin smiled, picked up a rectangular name tag, and pasted it behind [1].

"Then this group!"

Everyone went up to see it, and cheered after watching it.

Except Zhang Zishang.

Because they were the first group to play.

"No! Do it all over again!" Zhang Yiman regretted it. She didn't expect that Huang Jin would dare to bully her uncle if she didn't pay attention.

"No, no, no!" Before Huang Jin could speak, other people rushed forward and isolated Zhang Yiman three meters away from the board.

Zhang Yiman came to Han Jue's side, almost crying in anxiety.

After Han Juehao comforted Zhang Yiman, Zhang Yiman didn't feel guilty.

In the end, Han Jue and Zhang Zishang were the first to appear on the stage, and it was settled.

Zhang Yiman was gearing up, and participated in the next sequence arrangement with eyes full of anger, resolutely moving the group that cheered the loudest just now to the front.

Zhang Zishang came to Han Jue's side with a bitter face.

"It's okay." Han Jue really didn't care much about this. He patted Zhang Zishang on the shoulder and said, "If we perform better, we will raise the audience's expectations at the beginning, and then they will follow up." If the others can’t keep up, then they are the ones who are finished.”

Zhang Zishang nodded, it was the only way to go now.

Fortunately, he is very confident in Han Jue's song.

In particular, he had already made up his mind which song to sing.

[If it's that song, they will definitely regret letting us start, haha. ] Zhang Zishang is happy.

Han Jue looked at Zhang Zishang and smiled, so he also smiled and said, "So, the next recording will be in the recording studio, you should be mentally prepared, I will be very strict then."

"ah……"

Although Han Jue was smiling, Zhang Zishang looked at Han Jue's smile, and for some reason, Zhang Zishang's thighs suddenly began to tremble, the kind that he couldn't stop.

It's like meeting a natural enemy.

...

...

After the camera was turned off, everyone gathered together and chatted as usual. If you have a schedule, go to catch the schedule.

This time, Zhang Yiman was not driven by Sister Qin, and was immediately ready to go to the next trip. She followed Han Jue, chatted and laughed with other artists, waved goodbye to everyone, and followed Han Jue to the outside of the studio.

When I got outside the studio, I looked up and realized that it was completely dark. The moon hanging in mid-air is not full, and the moonlight is very weak.

The weather is getting warmer, and mosquitoes are already flying in the air.

While waiting for the car to come, Han Jue and Zhang Yiman got together.

Guan Yi and Sister Qin consciously moved a little further away from the two, but they were still within sight.

Breathing the fresh air outside, Han Jue asked Zhang Yiman who was walking beside him, who was a bit silent all the way, and said, "Wait a minute and go home directly?"

"En." Zhang Yiman nodded slowly.

"Don't forget to have dinner."

"En." Zhang Yiman nodded again.

The two short responses in a row, judging from Han Jue's understanding of Zhang Yiman, either did something wrong or pretended to be something.

Han Jue turned to look at Zhang Yiman, looked at it for a while, and asked, "Are you sick?"

Zhang Yiman shook his head.

"What's wrong with you recently?"

Zhang Yiman shook his head again.

"Could it be that the anger just now hasn't subsided?" Han Jue jokingly bumped Zhang Yiman with his arm.

"That's right!" Zhang Yiman just remembered that Han Jue made her angry before, "I haven't calmed down yet!"

Han Jue rubbed Zhang Yiman's head, thinking that the little girl is really cute.

"Uncle." Zhang Yiman suddenly called Han Jue sullenly.

Han Jue felt that something would happen and change in the next question, so he stopped laughing.

"What's wrong?"

"I have something to tell you." Zhang Yiman lowered his head, as if the pattern of the stone pavement under his feet suited her taste.

"Go ahead."

"It's just... "Let's Fall in Love"..." Zhang Yiman hesitated, and she, who always played straight balls, couldn't be completely confident in the face of the next question, "No, it's just... if, the company..."

"Talk slowly, it's okay." Han Jue patted Zhang Yiman's head with a smile, and then helped Zhang Yiman smooth the long hair that fell down just now behind the ears with the help of the faint moonlight.

Zhang Yiman took a deep breath and looked up at Han Jue. Although she was afraid to look into Han Jue's eyes at this time, she tried her best to look directly at her.

After all, no matter what the answer is, you have to see it with your own eyes to be completely sure, or to give up completely.

"What if the company wants me to get off "Let's Fall in Love"?" Zhang Yiman asked.

Han Jue frowned suddenly, and asked softly, "Did your company notify you to get off the bus?"

Zhang Yiman shook his head and said, "I'm asking if."

"Not yet." Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

The worry on Zhang Yiman's face can be seen clearly: "But, sooner or later, there will be such a day. At that time, the company will really get me out of the car, then we... what should we do?"

Han Juezai carefully looked at Zhang Yiman's expression, smiled, and said, "How long have you been thinking about this question?"

"Two days!" Zhang Yiman pursed her lips.

"As for me, I have been thinking about this issue for two months." Han Jue said.

Zhang Yiman opened her eyes slightly, a little surprised, then she asked softly: "Then, what did you think of?"

"At the beginning, I thought about it, but the results I came up with were not very good. Even if I thought about it a hundred times, I still got the same answer. I already recognized it."

"Originally? Then what? Then what did you think of?" Zhang Yiman was very disturbed at this moment. She wanted to know the answer sooner, but was afraid that what she would get was not the answer she wanted, and she didn't know how to ask or listen. It is such a subtle psychology.

"I didn't think of it, you told me the answer. I slowly felt that even if I got out of the car, I would still like you. How could I be willing to miss you. If I miss you, I will definitely regret it. I Don’t regret it, I want to give it a try. Therefore, the issue of [whether or not to get off] is not important to me,” Han Jue looked at Zhang Yiman, and said softly, “If you get off the car on that show, let the It's good to get off, it's just a show, I don't care. Because I care more about whether you will get me off in your life."

Zhang Yiman seemed to grasp something from the fog of life all of a sudden, and the anxiety and fear caused by the confusion were weakened by more than half at once.

It was the hand extended by her uncle.

"You're a fool! Of course I won't get you out of the car!" Zhang Yiman burst out laughing, smiling, feeling his eyes a little hot.

"I can rest assured that."

"But, but, the company doesn't like me being with you..."

"I know this. I still can't get your company, your father, and your fans to admit me. I know all of this," Han Jue sighed, and then stretched out a hand to talk to Zhang Yiman. hair, asked, "But I will let them admit me slowly, but it takes a process, are you willing to wait for me?"

Han Jue withdrew his hand and looked at Zhang Yiman nervously.

Under Han Jue's watchful eyes, Zhang Yiman had a big smile on his face and returned to a lively state with no worries.

"I am willing! I am willing! I am willing!" Zhang Yiman said louder and louder, and finally threw herself into Han Jue's arms.

Han Jue felt the familiar warmth and softness in his arms, and felt a sense of solidity.

He originally wanted to say these things to Sha Niu when everything was ready. If he could, he didn't even want Sha Niu to wait for him.

But looking at the silly girl tonight, Han Jue felt the need to say something. If you don't say it, it seems that something will be missed. He wrote so many scripts of third-rate TV dramas in his previous life, and he knows too well that if some things are explained clearly, there will be no misunderstandings in TV dramas.

[Although it's a bit early, but...] Han Jue sighed, and hugged the silly girl in his arms even tighter.

Zhang Yiman's three "I am willing" voices were not light, and Guan Yi and Sister Qin who were not far away from them must have heard them. But whether it was Guan Yi or Sister Qin, after seeing those two hugging each other, the corners of their mouths curled up unconsciously.

[It seems that I made a good choice. 】 Guan Yi thought to himself.

【Alas, hard days are coming. ] Sister Qin thought to herself.

They don't blame their respective artists, nor do they blame each other's artists, which may have something to do with them not being pure managers.

At this time, as friends and parents, they decided to tide over the difficulties together.

"But when will we wait?" Zhang Yiman raised his head in Han Jue's arms.

"I'm already thinking of a way."

"Then you should hurry up."

"Understood. Well... in September, the first solution should come."

"Then to celebrate, give me a kiss~"

"???"

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