The next day, the program "Best Singer-Songwriter" was announced to be officially launched.
Qiu Yuan had a good sleep yesterday with his head on Sister Ke Wei's shoulder. When he woke up, he was rewarded with a "Perfect TV Series Script Writing Opportunity·Five Episodes".
It's okay, it's all for nothing, but Sister Wei still gets a shoulder pillow as a reward.
During the subsequent rehearsals, Zhong Qiuyuan also roughly understood how this program operates.
First of all, this is a live broadcast program. Some player introductions and VLOGs before the players take the stage are all recorded in advance.
The singing part is broadcast live online, which is also to cooperate with the selection mechanism of audience voting.
In addition to the selection mechanism of audience voting, there is also a very common judge selection mechanism. The four judges have not shown up yet, and Qiu Yuan is too lazy to ask.
Zhao Kewei was assigned to the seventh position, and Qiu Yuan and her were sitting in the lounge preparing for the battle.
There is a TV hanging on the wall of the lounge, and a pre-recorded VLOG of the players arriving before the game is playing on the TV screen.
Qiu Yuan looked at the contestants one after another flashing across the screen. There were twenty-five groups in total, and the members of each group were more or less influential singers and singer-songwriters in the Chinese music scene.
However, Qiu Yuan didn't know any of these contestants... It wasn't until the show officially started and the host began to introduce the four judges that Qiu Yuan saw two that looked familiar to him.
In a talent show like this where celebrities gather together, the people who are qualified to judge these contestants can only be bigger celebrities.
The first judge introduced by the host is Yuan Chengjing, the current king of the Chinese music scene.
This male singer from Hong Kong and Guangdong has been in the Chinese music scene for more than 20 years.
In Qiuyuan's opinion, Yuan Chengjing is comparable to Eason Chan in the original world, both in terms of his singing skills and his status in the Chinese music scene.
So when he appeared on the stage, the entire audience cheered endlessly, and even the ratings of the show instantly increased by 0.5%.
The host introduced the second judge who appeared even more enthusiastically.
"In the seven years since his debut, he has won two Chinese Golden Melody Awards, won the most popular male singer for three consecutive years, and his latest album "Walking" has been on the pop music chart for seven weeks..."
The host's introduction style reminded Qiu Yuan of the feeling he had when watching variety shows five or six years ago.
Maybe it's the stylistic differences between the two worlds.
But when the host shouted loudly, "Let us welcome the second judge, Mr. Zhang Yu, to the stage!"...
Zhao Kewei was sitting in front of the dressing table applying lipstick when he suddenly applied lipstick to his cheeks with his hand.
"Do you want me to break this guy's legs again? Sister Ke Wei." Qiu Yuan asked.
"Need not!"
Zhao Kewei took a deep breath to adjust his emotions for a while.
Lin Wanqiu wanted to arrange a dedicated makeup artist for her, but Zhao Kewei declined. Maybe Zhao Kewei still can't trust anyone in Cloud Media.
Qiu Yuan knew that it was not Zhang Yu that Zhao Kewei was afraid of. What she was afraid of was the strange looks from the scandals on the Internet after she and Zhang Yu stood together.
This is the source of her greatest stress. Zhao Kewei experienced the feeling of being hurt by online violence three years ago.
Zhang Yu's fans chased after her fiercely and even did all kinds of excessive things offline, which left a memory that Zhao Kewei could not recover from.
Now the number of Zhang Yu's fans is several times that of three years ago, and his influence is also different.
Even if Zhang Yu ignores Zhao Kewei now, when his fans see Zhao Kewei suddenly appear on this stage, they will probably show their fangs and bite this bad woman who once broke their idol's legs.
Zhao Kewei took a deep breath, calmed down, and then wiped off the wrong places with makeup remover paper.
Then she picked up the lipstick and tried to rub it on her somewhat disturbed lips.
But Qiu Yuan noticed that Zhao Kewei's hands kept shaking.
Qiu Yuan can also guess what Sister Ke Wei is thinking now.
That's it...is it all worth it?
What can she gain by singing on that stage again? Appreciation from fans and audiences? Money? Status?
What next? I’m afraid it’s the endless online violence from Zhang Yu’s fans and the endless pursuit by reporters.
This thing is like Pandora's box. Once Zhao Kewei opens it, her life will completely change.
Even if the loft she lives in is discovered by Zhang Yu's fans, she may not be able to live quietly at Jiangcheng University of the Arts in the future.
After all, there are many die-hard fans of Zhang Yu in Jiang University and around Jiang University.
Thinking of this, Qiu Yuan quietly stood up and came behind Zhao Kewei, stretched out his hand and held the hand holding Zhao Kewei's lipstick.
At this moment, Sister Wei's slightly trembling hands suddenly calmed down.
"Let me help you put on makeup." Qiu Yuan whispered in Zhao Kewei's ear.
"I'm fine, and if you don't know how to put on makeup, don't make things worse."
Only then did Zhao Kewei realize that he had acted too weakly in front of Qiu Yuan, so he quickly shook his head and wanted Qiu Yuan to stand aside.
"Who says I can't put on makeup? At least I can put on makeup better than you, Sister Kewei, okay?" Qiu Yuan picked up the foundation on the dressing table with a smile.
Zhao Kewei's makeup skills are limited to daily light makeup, the kind that every girl can do.
But if he really wanted some exquisite makeup, Zhao Kewei was a bit at a loss.
If it comes to facial makeup, Zhao Kewei is definitely an expert among experts, but girls' makeup... I don't know why Zhao Kewei is really not very good at it.
"Better than me? I'm telling you, don't smear on my face... I'll do it later..." Zhao Kewei was a little disgusted with Qiu Yuan's smearing on her face.
But halfway through applying it, she discovered that Qiu Yuan's makeup skills were really skillful.
"Where did you learn this?"
Zhao Kewei gently felt the touch of Qiu Yuan applying foundation on her face.
Unlike some previous makeup artists who were very rough in their techniques, Qiu Yuan's application just feels very comfortable, like a facial massage.
"Learned it in class."
Although Qiu Yuan said this, what he was actually thinking about was not the perfect makeup reward from licking you.
Does Jiang University still have such a course?
Although Zhao Kewei was very confused, he still did not continue to ask...
She felt an incredible feeling as she watched herself in the mirror becoming more and more beautiful and lovable under Qiu Yuan's hands.
Zhao Kewei actually knew that she was not as beautiful as Lin Wanxiang and Bai Xiaoyu.
Her eyes were too fierce, not the kind of softness that a girl should have, and this sharp feeling even destroyed her overall facial features.
So when Zhao Kewei debuted three years ago, her agent told her not to appear without makeup in any public places.
Because at that time she was taking a fresh and lovely feminine route.
"Qiuyuan."
Zhao Kewei looked at herself in the mirror as she gradually transformed, and suddenly said something after Qiu Yuan helped her finish applying lipstick on her lips.
"what happened again?"
Qiu Yuan has now returned to the state when he created "Starry Sky", but this time he painted a girl who is delicate, cute and pitiful, but a little stubborn.
"Do you still remember the story you and Bai Xiaoyu told her in the attic that day?" Zhao Kewei asked.
"A story about pretending to be a slap in the face? Don't worry, Sister Ke Wei! You go up now and slap everyone in the face who has ever questioned your identity." Qiu Yuan said.
"It's not this story. It was a fairy tale you told her later when you were putting her to sleep. It seemed to be called Cinderella."
Zhao Kewei carefully recalled the story Qiu Yuan told Bai Xiaoyu at that time.
"Now I feel like you are that person in that Cinderella story." Zhao Kewei said.
"prince?"
Qiu Yuan thought that Zhao Kewei should compare himself to Cinderella, then he should be a prince.
"If you're not a prince, why would you want to go there?" Zhao Kewei's doubtful tone shocked Qiu Yuan.
"Then I should be the coachman of the pumpkin carriage, right?"
Qiu Yuan thought about the male characters in that story, and it seemed that the coachman of the pumpkin carriage was the most suitable for him.
It was the coachman who sent Cinderella to meet the prince.
Damn it! This is too suitable for me, so suitable that even Qiu Yuan was moved to tears.
"No." Zhao Kewei started a riddle with Qiu Yuan at this time.
"Then I couldn't guess..." When Qiu Yuan said this, he also finished putting on Sister Ke Wei's makeup.
A pitiful girl with a stubborn look in her eyes sat quietly in front of the mirror.
Zhao Kewei looked at his new look in the mirror, then looked sideways at Qiu Yuan and said.
"It's easy to guess, it's the glass slipper."
This time it was Qiu Yuan's turn to tilt his head and look at Zhao Kewei.
"But Sister Wei, I think you have a problem. Does the glass slipper count as a character?"
"Doesn't it count?"
"Does it count?"
"..."
Qiu Yuan and Zhao Kewei suddenly burst into laughter at this moment. After Qiu Yuan finished laughing, he looked at the reward that popped up in front of his eyes. It was still the "Perfect TV Series Script Writing Opportunity·Five Episodes".
But Qiu Yuan didn't pay attention to those rewards and looked at Zhao Kewei's long white legs and said.
"But if I can be stepped on by you, Sister Ke Wei, I should be... very happy?" Qiu Yuan's words made Zhao Kewei, who had been laughing with him before, blush instantly.
"I didn't mean to step on you, this is just a metaphor."
After Zhao Kewei finished speaking, singing suddenly came from the TV screen.
The first contestant has already taken the stage, and it won't be long before Zhao Kewei will return to that stage.
"Are you ready to go to the ball? Princess." Qiu Yuan said.
