Ye Fan was not interested at all in the performance on stage.
The performance team that the Li Group spent a lot of money to hire might as well find a talk show host to come on and say something!
However, Li Huaiguo was really smart.
Zi Ying'er set the atmosphere for all three programs, including the beginning, middle and end, ensuring the main atmosphere of the party.
At the very least, no one will be late or leave early.
In the blink of an eye, the party came to an end, and Zi Ying'er came on stage to sing. After the performance, she did not step down, but continued to stand in the center of the stage.
The audience in the audience was very quiet, watching her slowly speak.
"Here, I would like to thank all the fans present. It is your support that allows us artists to persist until now!"
Zi Ying'er held the microphone and said with a smile, causing a burst of yelling from the audience.
"Secondly, I want to thank the staff of the party. You work tirelessly and sweat and shed tears behind the scenes. Audience friends, please applaud the spirit of the staff behind the scenes?"
"Pah! Pah! Pah!!"
Enthusiastic applause resounded throughout the stadium. Even the historic moment when the Chinese men's football team defeated the Cambodian women's football team was not as grand as it is now.
Ye Fan looked at the stupidly applauding crowd in the audience, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart: If the goddess Zi Ying'er tells you to eat shit, will you rush to the cesspit one after another?
When the applause fell, Zi Ying'er slowly smiled and said: "The next step is the interactive session. I don't know which audience has the courage to come up..."
"Wow!"
Before he finished speaking, another burst of cheers broke out from the crowd. Those star-struck fans stretched out their heads and arms and shouted: "Me! Me! Me!"
It's a pity that the waves of sound got louder and louder, and everyone's roars were gathered together. It was so noisy that it was impossible to hear what they were shouting.
Zi Ying'er smiled slightly, "For safety's sake, I'll pick a fan friend nearby!"
In an instant, a spotlight began to slowly move back and forth towards the VIP seats. It seemed that Zi Ying'er was going to randomly select someone, just to see who had that shitty luck.
As the spotlight kept changing its position, Zi Ying'er suddenly discovered that the annoying villain was winking at her in the front row, and she immediately felt unhappy.
Just in time, the spotlight fell on that person, and Zi Ying'er said out of nowhere: "Stop!"
"Bata!"
The spotlight froze, and then the big screen on the concert stage switched to it, and an innocent expression appeared on the screen.
"Grass Mud Horse, what's going on?!" Ye Fan looked at Wu Xue in horror, "Oh my god, how could it be me?!"
As soon as he said these words, the onlookers could see the shape of Ye Fan's mouth, which was clearly a familiar blessing to greet other people's ancestors for eighteen generations.
Immediately thousands of spectators shouted: "Substitute, substitute, substitute!"
It's a pity that Zi Ying'er didn't listen to everyone's opinions. She just waved to Ye Fan with a spring breeze-like smile.
"This friend is you. Haha, it seems that this friend hasn't reacted yet. Don't be afraid, can you please come up and sing a song with me?"
Wu Xue looked at Ye Fan's panicked expression and felt funny in her heart, gloating about his misfortune and pushed him.
Ye Fan staggered forward a few steps, turned his head and glared at Wu Xue: "What the hell, you want me to make a fool of myself in public?!"
"No good words, hurry up and remember to ask for my autograph!" Wu Xue scolded with a smile.
The staff came to Ye Fan and invited him to come on stage.
At this time, it was time to put the duck on the shelf. How could Ye Fan have a chance to refuse? He took three steps and turned back, took five steps and sighed bitterly, and slowly climbed onto the stage.
Standing in this position, all the lights converge on him, the surroundings are quiet, and one hundred thousand eyes are all staring at him, more than fifty percent of which are filled with resentment and jealousy.
Ye Fan shivered, his feet felt like lead, weighing as much as a thousand pounds.
Zi Ying'er smiled and waved to Ye Fan, and then said: "Everyone applaud and encourage this friend, he looks very nervous!"
A light cold sweat broke out on Ye Fan's forehead.
It would be complete nonsense to say that he wasn't nervous. If he hadn't been thick-skinned, he might have had to step off the stage to change a diaper this time.
"Huh..." Ye Fan took a deep breath and limped towards Zi Ying'er.
His steps were as if he had forgotten how to walk, and his appearance was weird and funny.
"Hahaha..." The fans laughed loudly, temporarily putting aside their hatred for him.
There were only Zi Yinger and Ye Fan on the stage.
Zi Ying'er handed him a microphone, "Friend, are you studying or working?"
"Ah, I just graduated from elementary school..." As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking tremblingly, he regretted and wanted to slap himself.
It's so embarrassing that such a low-level mistake can be made.
"Hahaha..." The audience burst into even more violent laughter.
Zi Ying'er also covered her mouth and smiled, put down the microphone, leaned into Ye Fan's ear and said: "Bad guy, where did the momentum in the dressing room go? This time you are dumbfounded, let you fight with me!"
Although the words were full of threats, the tone was very relaxed, as if a naughty little girl had won a candy.
Ye Fan snorted and curled his lips, "Damn girl, do you believe it or not? I pretended to fall here and then took off your skirt!"
"You!" Zi Ying'er's beautiful eyes widened, and she quickly smiled at everyone, but her expression was very forced.
Ye Fan waved his hands and said, "You are dumbfounded this time, let you fight with me!"
This sentence was returned to Zi Ying'er intact.
Zi Ying'er had no choice but to say one more thing: "There are too many spectators here, and none of us can afford to embarrass anyone. How about we cease operations for the time being?"
"Okay, but you have to give me a signed T-shirt for free!" Ye Fan nodded simply.
Zi Ying'er thought he would make some excessive demands, but she didn't expect it to be so simple.
Their conversation lasted only a few seconds, and the audience thought they were discussing what song to sing.
One meter apart, Zi Ying'er picked up the microphone and said to the audience: "This friend is one year younger than me, so I have the audacity to call you brother. Little brother, tell your sister, what song do you want to sing with me?"
Ye Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, "Little brother, how dare you call me little brother?! Mom, why don't you just stop talking about it?"
"Ahem, hey, hey, hey..." Ye Fan raised the microphone, patted it for a while, and then whispered: "Since I quit the music scene, I haven't sang for a long time."
Ye Fan's voice is full of magnetism and full of energy. After the microphone is diffused, his words appear to be clear and clear, just like a host!
But no one cared about it, but that sentence made a lot of people laugh.
Zi Ying'er covered her mouth and smiled, confounding all living beings, but she didn't expect Mark's voice to be so nice.
"Okay, little brother, I really want to know what your famous song is."
Ye Fan tilted his head, "My famous songs are all famous songs in the military. How about we sing "Soldiers" to dedicate it to our fans and friends?"
As he gradually adapted to the atmosphere on stage, Ye Fan's condition gradually improved, and he sang harmoniously with Zi Ying'er, as if he was hosting a party.
The staff at the back all fell to the ground and quickly gestured to Zi Ying'er on the stage.
Zi Ying'er understood what that meant and said with a guilty tone: "I'm so sorry, we don't have this song in our music library."
"Alas... It's a pity that everyone can't hear my beautiful singing voice. I'll have to wait until next time." Ye Fan changed his tone and it was clear that he was planning to run away.
Everyone in the audience raised their middle fingers and despised this pretentious birdman.
How could Zi Ying'er let him succeed? She immediately took over the conversation: "Besides this song, do you know anything else?"
"Mmp, of course I know other things, are you challenging me?" Ye Fan had a stubborn temper and unconsciously became tough.
"Well, you must be able to sing my songs. How about we sing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" together?" Zi Ying'er obviously deliberately embarrassed Ye Fan.
Ye Fan frowned, "Okay!"
Zi Ying'er was stunned, "Is it really possible?"
"Of course!" Ye Fan pouted, "I used to be a soldier in Tibet and sang this song every day!"
Zi Ying'er still didn't believe it, but still asked the staff to put down the music.
The male fans all curled their lips and hummed, thinking to themselves: This guy is really good at showing off. If he can sing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau", I will run up and sing some dolphin music later!
The female fan put her hands on her chest, "Wow, he's so handsome!"
The prelude gradually slowed down, and as Ye Fan kept beating the beat, his palms sweated almost two kilograms.
Zi Ying'er smiled and said secretly: Forget it, it doesn't matter if he looks like this, I will take care of him to avoid embarrassment.
However, when Zi Ying'er was about to start singing, Ye Fan suddenly raised the microphone, opened his mouth and heard a rich high-pitched sound!
"Who brought...the ancient call..."
Every word of the song is in tune, not to mention the richness of the voice, the high-pitched voice is as stable as a professional singer!
This time, not only Zi Ying'er was dumbfounded, but even the judges were stunned.
The female fans were shocked and applauded wildly.
Soon, Ye Fan reached the climax of "Yah zipper...", and still missed nothing. He easily put up the high note and then pulled it back up. It was hard to find any mistakes.
Zi Ying'er was dumbfounded by both seeing and hearing. She waited motionless until halfway through the song before she regained her composure and joined in.
Ye Fan's singing skills are really impressive, and his song "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" brought out the unique charm of an oriental tenor.
People who didn't know what was going on were fascinated by it and thought he was the super singer who failed in the talent show.
No one thought that this kid who pretended to be crazy and acting stupid on the stage could have such a unique skill.
The staff members backstage also gathered together, eagerly listening to Ye Fan's singing voice.
Without twos and threes, I dare not go up to Liangshan.
Ye Fan was born in the special forces, and his lung capacity is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Moreover, he has received special vocal training and is also very knowledgeable in singing.
After all, if you want to dominate the special forces industry, you must have high quality requirements in all aspects.
It's just a high note. If Ye Fan gets too aggressive, even the water glass will break!