"Friends of the audience, welcome to the "Star Champion" competition site. Today is the opening ceremony of this competition. Now we are coming in our Imperial Capital Sports Team..."

In the voice of the host, Jun Qing held the flag with both hands, straightened his back, and walked into the venue with his head raised.

In an instant, all the cameras followed and took pictures from different angles.

"The flag bearer of the Imperial Capital Sports Team is Jun Qing, an artist from Tianxing Culture. It is reported that the event she is going to participate in this competition is fencing."

As a flag bearer and first-time artist, Jun Qing's introduction naturally seems more grand.

Tian Xin noticed the camera pushing towards her, and was busy smiling, turning her face in the direction of the camera, waiting for the host to say his name.

Didn't expect...

"The ones walking behind Jun Qing are...seven artists from the imperial capital."

"Seven Artists"?!

Tian Xin’s mood is simply indescribable.

After ten years of debut, I have filmed more than 20 Chinese film and television works, but I don’t even have a name?

Until the recording was completed and she took her assistant back to the nanny car, she was still worried.

"Seven artists, have you heard that they didn't say my name..." Sitting heavily in the car seat, Tian Xin was still gritting her teeth, "How many scenes I've filmed, how many scenes she's filmed, why don't I even have a name?"

What can the assistant say?

This has always been the case in the entertainment industry.

You are popular, you are popular...

Everyone is coaxing you and holding you.

Are you out of date?

That is, the wall is falling and everyone pushes it.

Tian Xin was indeed popular all over the country when she was a child, but that was already a thing of the past.

Since she made an outline of a heroine last year and failed to transform, she has not had a show for a long time, and all she can get are small roles of women, women, and women, and women, and four.

"Sister Xin, don't be too angry, look..." The assistant smiled and handed over the tablet, "Aren't we already making headlines?"

"real?"

Tian Xin happily took the tablet computer.

On the screen, a news is displayed-

[Three Queens compete for the hegemony, who will fall in "The King of Masks"?]

The news pictures are a combination of three photos when singing on the stage. Mrs.D occupies the middle C position, Zhou Zhou and Moon Hare one left and one right.

In the news content, after the reporter analyzed several games, he predicted that the King of Singers will be produced among Mrs.D, Zhou Zhou and Moon Hare.

In the news, the reporter affirmed the performance of the Moon Hare in the game.

As the main master of Tsukino, Tian Xin finally felt a lot of comfort.

Before she knew it, the news had reached the end. When she saw the comments above, she was furious.

[The King of Singers must be my little phoenix!]

[That rabbit is too petty, Mrs.D and Zhou Zhou are the feeling of the queen.]

[Even if you haven't passed the PK match, it would be strange if you can win the first place after being resurrected!]

[You all support Xiao Fenghuang, then I will stand Zhouzhou (Xiaoshou BB, I am actually also a D fan. If Xiao Fenghuang and Zhouzhou were not at the same time, it would be a pity)]

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Several popular comments, all of which hijack Mrs.D, and a few who disagree with different opinions, still support Zhou Zhou in one go.

Only a few mentioned her, and they all scolded her for snatching Luo Senran's qualification for the finals.

He raised his face angrily, Tian Xin looked at the assistant sideways: "Who is that Mrs.D?"

The assistant looked helpless: "This time the program team's confidentiality tools are so strict that they can't find out at all."

In the game, Tian Xin's votes were only lower than Mrs.D. She did not take Zhou Zhou too seriously, but only regarded Mrs.D as her biggest enemy.

These days, she has been using her connections in the circle to try to find out Mrs.D's background.

"But sister Xin, don't be too nervous. As long as you practice hard, you can still get the King of Singers."

Is it possible?

Tian Xin gritted her teeth secretly.

Her eyes fell on the news, and Mrs.D, wearing a phoenix mask, reached out her fingers angrily and slapped on the screen.

She must get this King of Singers.

His fingers accidentally swiped across the screen, and the web page was automatically enlarged. He noticed the corner of the starfish necklace exposed on the collar of Mrs.D's skirt. Tian Xin narrowed her eyes and held up the tablet to her.

This necklace...

Could it be that Jun Qing is Mrs.D?

...

...

In a blink of an eye, it was already No. 12.

After several days of practice, the musical rehearsal has achieved considerable achievements.

Taking advantage of this afternoon, Jun Qing organized everyone to have a complete rehearsal.

When everyone left the curtain call together, Jun Qing stood up and applauded everyone with all their might.

"marvelous!"

"Yes!" Zhao Yiyi, who was standing beside her, wiped her eyes straight, "You are so amazing, I am so moved."

"Did you see it?" Jun chuckled and raised his left hand, "This is the audience's reaction. I believe that when you go to the stage, there will be lights, costumes, props... you will be even better."

Everyone completed the whole performance, sang and danced, with sweat on their faces, but the corners of their lips were all raised happily.

"Okay, our rehearsal ends here today." Jun Qing walked over with the script in his hand, "I will explain some details to you later, and then... from tomorrow, I will go out. You can only rehearse by yourself, but don't worry, I will come back in three days, and I will be on the scene and supervise your rehearsal myself."

Calling everyone together, she explained it carefully to everyone.

From the protagonist to the supporting role, and even two actors who can only play supporting roles, she also gave serious guidance.

Details determine destiny!

There are no supporting roles on the stage.

Whether the performance is successful depends on everyone's efforts.

Handing the script in his hand to Leng Mo, Jun chuckled and looked at him and He Siyun.

"These three days, you two are responsible for rehearsals."

None of them refused this time.

"Don't worry, we will do our best!"

"Yes, President, don't worry, you are busy with yours. We all cooperate with the two vice presidents!"

"Anyway, everyone is a WeChat group, so we can communicate with you any questions at any time."

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"If you have any questions, let's contact us on WeChat." Jun Qing looked around everyone, "Everyone must come on, I will come back in three days to check your rehearsal results!"

"Yes, President!"

Everyone responded with a smile.

Let me tell you that everyone is out, Jun Qing raised his wrist to look at the time, and used the time on the road to briefly explain the necessary work to Zhao Yiyi.

The car drove into the parking lot of the Dishi Building, and she quickly walked into the elevator and went upstairs to the rooftop.

The black helicopter is already waiting on the tarmac.

"Miss Fifth!" Lu Wenqing quickly came over and took her back, "Sir, I really can't take it off, he will wait for you on the boat."

"good."

Jun Qing grabbed the handrail and climbed onto the helicopter neatly.

After a moment, the black helicopter roared into the air and headed towards the international port.

Looking at the blue sky in the distance, Jun Qing couldn't help but feel expectation.

What will this giant ship, which took two years to complete, look like?
Chapter completed!