Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 181 The Eve of the Debut
The last three days, under the intensive rehearsal of everyone, quietly passed by.

Eight thirty at night.

Roppongi Hills, Minato, Tokyo, TV Asahi headquarters.

At this moment, in the luxurious VIP waiting room, Kitahara sage sits quietly in front of the makeup mirror, preparing to paint his face later.

He observed everyone in the vanity mirror, everyone was in good condition and relatively relaxed.

Especially Xiang Chuan Ning Ning, there was no sign of nervousness on her little face. She was sitting on the sofa, swinging her calves, peeking at a short video with relish.

Kento Kitahara was quite emotional. It seemed that after many previous competitions and the baptism of the 5000-person concert, the nervous and shy child finally grew up.

Kagawa Ning Ning turned her back to Tsurumi Chiharu, she bent her body like a kitten, lowered her small head, put her phone flat on the sofa, and carefully peeked at a video.

In the video, Masahiro Amamiya sat opposite each other in front of the piano, rolling an apple on the keys with her right hand, and played "Black Key Etude".

Kagawa Ningning had a small face full of envy and admiration, and her eyes sparkled, as if she was looking at her most admired natal idol.

Amamiya is so handsome, so beautiful, with long legs, fair skin, great figure, great temperament, outstanding talent, I really want to be her sister.

Suddenly, Chiharu Tsurumi's suspicious voice sounded from behind.

"You're looking at something secretly."

Kagawa Ningning shuddered immediately, and hurriedly hid the phone with her little hands.

"No, nothing!"

Tsurumi Chiharu's expression was obviously disbelieving, her eyes were carefully watching Kagawa Ningning's every move.

She gradually frowned, and asked sternly, "Say! Are you watching that guy's video again!"

Kagawa Ningning shook her head in a panic, shaking her head like a rattle.

"No no no no no no no!"

Seeing her guilty look, Tsurumi Chiharu was so angry that his teeth itch, "Hand over your phone!"

Kagawa Ningning immediately took two steps back vigilantly, holding the phone tightly with her little hand, Tsurumi Chiharu was so angry that she simply reached out to snatch it, Kagawa Ningning hurriedly dodged, she spread her short legs, turned her head and ran, while she He ran around the table in a panic, touching the screen of the phone with his fingers, eager to delete the browsing history, but under the impatience, his fingers were always inaccurate, so he could only keep running and clicking crookedly.

The two circled around the coffee table, one running in front, the other pushing behind, circling back and forth, the two little ones were evenly matched.

Seeing this, the Beiyuan sage laughed heartily, shook his head and ignored it.

When the two of them were tired from running, they naturally sat on the sofa to rest.

Kacha, the door of the changing room opened, and Assistant Fukada led Kuriyama out after the change.

The Kitahara sage turned his head to look, and was amazed for a moment. The flannel burgundy tube top dress had soft and bright luster. Under the light, the burgundy fabric looked like blood flowing quietly, just like the title of the song "Fleurs du Mal". She is like a sinful blood flower that blooms coquettishly.

Her long black hair was scattered behind her back, and she was already tall, so she didn't need high heels to add luster. With this burgundy dress, she looked like a noble blood queen in a movie.

"Kuriyama-senpai is so beautiful." Kagawa Ningning gradually stopped walking, staring blankly at Kuriyama Mizuho.

Tsurumi Chiharu also forgot to drive out the traitor, she stopped, stared blankly at Kuriyama Mizuho with her small face, she murmured in extreme surprise, "I didn't expect you to be as good as that guy Takanashi after dressing up seriously."

Takanashi Xufeng smiled awkwardly and politely, pretending not to hear the impolite address.

Kitahara sage was also deeply surprised.

On weekdays, Li Shan, she seems to be insulated from women's beauty-loving nature. She doesn't pay attention to her clothes at all. Wear it with a casual shirt, never pay attention to color matching, go out casually, and behave like a girl, which makes people ignore her subconsciously.

But now, she puts her heart into dressing up and taking care of her hair. Unexpectedly, it is astonishing. The wise man of Beiyuan seems to have seen the graceful and luxurious Princess Turandot in the magazine again.

Everyone was staring at her, Li Shan felt a little embarrassed, she lowered her head, and gently pulled the skirt of her chest, the clothes were a bit tight, making her chest uncomfortable.

"It's a little tight, or you'd better change into a spare outfit."

Kitahara sage cast his eyes subconsciously.

Ang Xiao towering gully, a deep stream.

Kagawa Ningning hastily dissuaded her with a serious and envious face:
"Kuriyama-senpai! This suit suits you very well, please don't throw it away! Please!"

At the same time, the show is on stage.

On the high platform with three tables of judges, Kuroda Tokushige commented on the stage performance of a band, and after watching them step off the stage, he bent down and picked up the thermos cup under the table, and moistened his throat.

In fact, he and Kengo Jiang Chuan originally had no announcement for the second half of the schedule. Out of inexplicable considerations, the program team decided to change the judges temporarily, so they were pulled over to serve as the judges of this episode.

Although the program team did not explain the reason, he knew in his heart that it was for him and Kengo to "stretch the side".

Tokushige Kuroda turned his head and asked his friend in a low voice: "It will be the turn of fate later. I heard that their real lead singer is finally willing to show his face today."

Jiang Chuan Kengo nodded slightly, looking at the entrance of the stage from a distance, "No.1 in the youth group of the Tokyo Classical Bel Canto Competition, still, the younger generation is formidable."

Tokushige Kuroda couldn't help but patiently urged and asked: "Kengo, didn't you ask the program crew for a selection list just now, and take a look at their selection."

Jiang Chuan Kengo looked down, "I can't read a French song."

The third judge, Maki Suzuki, was touching up her makeup during the rest time. While looking in the mirror, she said: "Fleurs du Mal, a song by Sarah Brightman, is a very difficult song. Song."

Although Tokushige Kuroda has never heard of "Fleurs du Mal", he knows the famous queen of classical music.

"How difficult is that song?"

Suzuki Maki paused, she gently put down the mirror and lipstick, leaned over, and said in a low voice, "It's hard, among the female singers I know, no one can sing well."

Tokushige Kuroda couldn't help being surprised, "Can't Lyrico and Misia sing too?"

Suzuki Maki explained in a low voice: "It's not that I can't sing, it's that I can't sing well. It's a classical cross-border song. Although Lyrico has a classical background, it still uses J-pop singing. Only a first-class classical female singer can sing that song well. Song."

Tokushige Kuroda nodded understandingly, and couldn't help but smacked his lips, "The gravitational force of fate is fierce. It seems that the first battle of rebirth from the ashes is clearly about breaking arms with the old opponent."

During the time when the three judges were talking in low voices, the four staff members set up a three-story iron platform and moved it to the stage. At the same time, an open space was cleared on the left side of the stage.

Tokumo Kuroda looked at this scene in surprise, what's going on?

Looking at this posture, will there be a choir later?

Soon, at the entrance of the stage, a boy in a suit and leather shoes, holding a trumpet, led the way onto the stage.

Behind him, one after another, they took trumpets, violins, flutes, electric guitars, etc., and filed out to the open space on the left side of the stage.

Tokumo Kuroda stared blankly at the scene in front of him. This, is this a string orchestra? !

The audience in the auditorium quieted down tacitly. Their eyes were blank and surprised, and they watched the musicians step onto the stage one after another.

This is not finished.

After the string orchestra of more than 20 people appeared on the stage, another large group of people came on the stage one by one.

They were men and women, and they stood on the third-floor platform one after another, with their hands behind their backs facing the auditorium. It turned out to be a chorus!

Immediately afterwards, the host in a simple white dress smiled and walked onto the stage, facing the audience.

"The team that will be on the stage next is."

　There is another watch in the morning, around four or five o'clock in the morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)