Chapter 101: Could it be that you drank a fake bar?
"Haha, the little fairy is really... clear about love and hate. She is not pretentious at all. She feels sorry for the man next to her for even a second."
"It's so interesting. I didn't expect that all award ceremonies are boring. As expected of Yang Kexin, this is clearly an expression of dissatisfaction with the organizer - I am not happy, so I asked you if you are afraid."
Yang Kexin had a grimace on her face: "It's over, Sister Ru will definitely kill me?" She felt as if she had been greatly wronged.
Han Fei's mouth twitched, "Hey, after all, I'm the victim, right?"
Finally, after the host's three-minute emergency rescue, the audience focused on Zhong Liting.
To be honest, Zhong Liting's popularity is far behind that of Yang Kexin, but she is a senior in the music industry and has released records in the 1990s. She must have surpassed Yang Kexin in terms of seniority, so awarding her this award is not too big.
A strange thing is that there is almost a tacit understanding in domestic award ceremonies.
Zhong Liting first thanked the fans and organizers... After a long circle, she suddenly said: "I think the biggest problem in the current Chinese music scene is that it is too impetuous. Some young singers do not settle down to make music. Like
Making some crooked things to please the public..."
Suddenly the entire award ceremony was buzzing and it became a mess. Even the fools knew who Zhong Liting was talking about, so almost all eyes fell on Yang Kexin.
"Damn it, there's big news. Are you going to tear Yang Kexin apart?"
"Tonight is so exciting!"
The reporters' flashlights lit up in large areas. They were so excited. It's a cold winter in the cultural industry. Celebrities are having a hard time, and the media reporters are even more miserable. How can we not be excited by the series of breaking points tonight? Who can compare with this?
Winning a prize is much more exciting.
Yang Kexin's face changed slightly, but she soon regained her composure. Instead, she blinked at Han Fei with a pitiful look: "Oh, look at all the people knocking on the door, why don't you help me? Hurry up and give it to me.
Come on and play ten or eight golden songs, and I will kill her."
Han Fei rolled his eyes angrily, "Okay, you're really rude. You're still giving out eight hits out of ten. Do you really think that hits are just cabbage in the vegetable market? You know what they call non-renewable resources, but this Zhong Liting is also true."
It's annoying enough. He has already passed away a long time ago and still acts like "I am a senior, and I will teach you how to be a good person."
"Just one song, I'll give it to you later." Seeing that Yang Kexin was still bargaining, Han Fei said angrily: "Don't push me down."
Yang Kexin quickly acted coquettishly: "Okay~~~, really, you stingy man should drink cold water."
After Zhong Liting finished scolding, she felt relieved. In her last speech, she once again thanked her fans and said that she would have a single to be released soon, and the songwriter was also a "gold star" who had risen rapidly in the industry in recent years.
"Hmph, you are seeking death this time. Let's see how I fight against you!" Yang Kexin flashed her iconic little tiger fangs after hearing this.
Han Fei was invited backstage by the organizer, and Huayan secured an opportunity for him to perform on stage. Naturally, the song he sang was the recently popular "No. 1 in the World".
When he got backstage, Han Fei changed out of his dress and put on some casual jeans. He suddenly felt like he came alive.
"Teacher Han, do you need anything else?" The backstage staff didn't know how to address this person, so they could only call out "Teacher" against their will.
Han Fei was tuning his guitar. He tried it and found it quite easy: "Well, why don't you prepare an electric fan for me, a high-power one, and blow it on me."
"Uh..." The staff looked confused. I had never heard that any celebrity would need to prepare an electric fan when performing on stage.
After the award for Best Male Singer was presented, it was finally Han Fei's turn to appear.
Some viewers recognized it immediately.
"Hey, isn't this the young man who sat with Yang Kexin before?"
"Who is this person? Why don't you have any impression at all? Did the organizer put it in again? Forget it, I'd better go pee first. The best songwriter will be awarded the award later."
But just when many audience members were about to leave their seats, a very catchy melody sounded on the stage, and the combination of rock and roll pipa suddenly made people's eyes shine.
Han Fei also added a short electric guitar solo in the middle. Although most people didn't understand it, it didn't stop them from shouting "fuck" and their butts couldn't move away from the position anymore.
Han Fei was also very energetic on stage, playing the guitar and singing loudly.
"When chickens return and wine is added to silver, let's spread the pot and come to Ding."
It’s great that we have a strong relationship with each other, wow sei seìga must be the first,”
Soon the scene was moved by this magical music, and the entire awards ceremony instantly turned into a teaching classroom for learning Hokkien. Various standard, non-standard, and completely nonsense Hokkien began to resound throughout the venue.
Slowly, some people stood up and danced along with the music. Even some singers were not immune to vulgarity. Just like Yang Sanjilang said, in fact, people who really make music must be emotional.
Yang Kexin did not hesitate to stand up and start her uncoordinated dance. With the music, it was really not ugly.
Only in a corner far away, Sister Ru was gritting her teeth and watching all this, thinking in her heart: "Damn girl, just wait for me, I will make you look good when I get back!"
Singing, dancing and playing are very consuming tasks for any singer, and Han Fei is no exception. Soon his forehead begins to sweat. At this time, the role of the high-power fan is obvious. It not only blows away the sweat beads, but also
Han Fei's short black hair also looked particularly elegant during the performance.
"Duandie ah a red hard, chicken drag tiūtanxiu nianxi,
Lost in the disease, pot in Liaoxi
"It's hard to change the heart of a good shadow"
After Han Fei sang the last lyrics and played the last chord, the audience immediately burst into cheers.
"Who is this person? He's great. He danced, sang and played the whole time, and his breath was not messed up. He shouldn't be an unknown person."
"Yes, why do I feel that he can sing better than the previous award-winning singers?"
Just when Han Fei was about to return to the backcourt, the host stopped him: "Don't leave in a hurry. Anyway, you still have work to do later. Why don't you go down?"
Han Fei subconsciously glanced in the direction of Le Jianming and thought: This guy is okay, the public relations is very good.
In fact, this was completely a gimmick arranged by the organizer because his performance was too sensational.
Sure enough, the audience was very puzzled. They were not allowed to leave after the performance? Is there an encore later?
But soon the audience and reporters discovered that they had been tricked by the organizer. When the host announced the list of best lyricists, a somewhat unfamiliar name appeared - Han Fei.
And just when everyone was looking for this stranger in the audience, all the cameras were focused on the young man who was performing hard on the stage just now.
"Isn't this on-site director drunk at a fake bar? Why is the camera pointed at him?"