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Chapter 875 Hymn before the funeral

Dongyang University Gymnasium.

"Super Sing" finals scene.

Half past four in the afternoon.

Su Mu stood on the third floor of the temporary building, looking down at the outside.

The live broadcast of the finals is right next to the players’ home, and the top ten players are already in place.

The entire stadium was already unable to move even an inch.

A straight red carpet ran through the entire stadium and extended to the main street of the school.

On both sides of the red carpet, there were two rows of tall security guards in black suits, wearing sunglasses and holding hands, standing like iron towers.

Countless ardent fans were blocked from the red carpet.

Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of those superstars.

The final of "Super Sing" adopts an unprecedented new live broadcast method, which is also one of the attractive gimmicks.

That is - live broadcast without rehearsal.

Even the superstars who are assisting must draw lots on the spot to decide whether they will be the assisting guest for a certain top five player.

The scariest thing is that the two of them didn't get along in the whole process, and the top five songs in the finals were randomly selected.

It is like the supporting guests and contestants have to master these songs at the same time and then go on stage directly.

This challenge is simply too great.

Because if you are not careful, you will be the scene of disaster.

If you don't have the strength, who would dare to challenge like this?

What An Haimei does is exciting.

The entire pop music world was shocked.

This test is not only for the players, but also for the supporting guests.

No wonder Qingcheng Entertainment offered them such a sky-high price.

Any other guy with less strength would not have the guts to take on this job.

If you don't do it right, this will ruin your job.

If the car overturns, the money given by Qingcheng Entertainment will probably be pension money.

But think about it...!

It's so...exciting.

Sister An is simply not very good at playing gimmicks.

Of course, with two super directors Zhang Yimo and Li An controlling the scene, unless someone is disobedient, there will definitely be no problems.

This kind of thing not only tests the guests and contestants, but also the judges and hosts.

As for the audience, they really made a profit.

A young woman with short hair, glasses, and an extremely capable look opened the door and walked quickly into Su Mu's room.

"Mr. Mu, please familiarize yourself with the schedule again. Make sure you don't make any mistakes in the process."

This is a senior assistant specially assigned to Su Mu by Qingcheng Entertainment. He used to serve Xie Yutong.

Su Mu withdrew his gaze and laughed:

"Sister Han, don't worry, it's okay."

Sister Han is an old man from Qingcheng Entertainment, but she is not sure how awesome Su Mu's identity is.

But she knew that the young man in front of her could just take it easy.

As for whether there will be problems during the live broadcast and whether it will be messed up.

This was not within the scope of her consideration at all.

Because no matter how awesome this draft is.

However, it is better to let this young man be more awesome.

Mr. An’s original words are:

"Don't be stressed. This bullshit talent show is just for us to make this young man happy. If it fails, it will be ruined. At worst, we will just hold another one."

At this time, cheers suddenly sounded outside.

Su Mu immediately looked out again.

At the end of the red carpet, a long motorcade was slowly approaching.

All are black Rolls-Royce Phantoms, twelve in total.

Countless fans started screaming crazily and waving their lights.

The reporters even picked up long guns and short cannons and were busy for a while.

Only the security guards, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy, were nailed to the spot, motionless.

Su Mu couldn't help but feel funny.

These security guards are not ordinary people.

All of them are strong men who have reached the peak of the day after tomorrow.

My sister mobilized Jinyi's peripheral organizations, and they were all elite.

Any security guard who works as a personal bodyguard for a wealthy person will not need to negotiate if his annual salary is less than 50 million.

Not to mention the impact of dozens of people, even if five heavy trucks want to cut them into pieces, you have to consider whether the horsepower is enough.

The motorcade slowly stopped at the gate of the players' home.

On the first car, the left and right doors opened at the same time.

Chief director Zhang Yimo and Li An got off the car at the same time.

Facing the reporters' cameras and cheers, the two people smiled and waved.

The live broadcast has been ongoing, and Sister An sold a total of twenty copies of the live broadcast rights of this super feast, and each copy was at a sky-high price.

There is no way, the traffic is too big, and three or five companies will definitely not be able to handle it.

Moreover, because of the blessing of thirty-seven European music masters, Western TV stations and social media are willing to spend a lot of money to buy the live broadcast rights.

Interested people were shocked to find that the online traffic was actually much scarier than the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, and second only to the World Cup.

After all, the gimmick of that thing is far inferior to this draft.

The second car comes.

When the car door opened and the people in the car were seen, the cheers suddenly rose.

Not only did it explode on site, but it also exploded online.

Because the person getting off this car was the host.

Astonishingly... he is CCTV's most prestigious variety show host.

"Xiao Sa! Xiao Sa!"

"Sister Qing! Sister Qing!"

The melon-eating crowd went crazy.

Although CCTV's golden brand is far inferior to what it used to be, it cannot be compared to those gold-medal variety show hosts from local stations, Sister Na and Brother Han.

The heat is rising quickly.

After the two hosts got off the car, a staff member handed over the microphone and started business on the spot.

Coming down from the next few cars were five superstars who were assisting in the battle.

The first one to come down was Quan Jiyong.

An Haimei was sitting in the office, dressed in smart professional attire, holding a glass of red wine, leaning on her legs in the middle of the night.

A pair of amazing long legs, standing on tiptoe playfully, the tips of the black high-heeled shoes on the feet are inlaid with a piece of shiny iron, shining with a sharp luster.

Killing someone is also heart-wrenching.

Kim Young Oppa, just think of this as the hymn before your funeral.

A woman's heart is not measured by her cup size at all.

Sometimes, it is as wide as the ocean.

But more often than not, it is as small as the nose of a needle.

From the moment Quan Jiyong looked at Fairy An with a lewd look, it was destined that he would not end well.

Is I also someone you can miss?

It would have been about the same if it had been Xiaodi Su.

As soon as Quan Jiyong got out of the car, the Internet exploded.

Netizens from the cold country:

"My oppa is indeed the best in the universe! Salang hey!"

Asan netizen:

"No Bilian, as an Ah San, we don't have any country we hate, except for the powerful countries in the universe."

Japanese netizen:

"The three of you should stop showing off your presence."

Asan netizen:

"Who is opening your mouth? It smells so strong of nuclear contaminated wastewater."

Netizens from the cold country:

"Japanese brothers, thank you for cheering for my oppa."

Japanese netizen:

"Fuck you, compared to your tough Oppa, we just can't accept a certain countryman who can't find a woman to be strong, and can't even spare the exhaust pipe of a car."

Asan netizen:

“How dare a country that can’t even afford pants for its actors to make movies laugh at us?”

Netizens from the cold country:

"That's right, don't argue with the Japanese. They don't think they are Asians."

Japanese netizen:

"It turns out that those who drink water from the Han River are as stupid as those who drink water from the Ganges."

Netizens from the cold country:

"Brother Asan, go immediately and turn Tokyo Bay into the smell of the Ganges. We will sponsor you a piece of soap."

Asan netizen:

"Go away!"


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