Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 64 Undercurrent (1)
At the end of the song, the quiet recording hall burst into applause. On the stage, Lin Siqi and Bai Mo looked at each other and smiled, before bowing towards the audience.

"Beautiful people, even more beautiful songs. Such a visual and auditory feast is simply the perfect enjoyment," the host An Yu, who was holding a microphone at the side of the stage, smiled heartily. While talking, he walked quickly to Lin Siqi. Sideways, regretted: "In my opinion, the two girls cooperate seamlessly? What do the judges think?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the applause in the recording hall slowly receded, and the auditorium fell silent.

Winning or losing is determined by one song, and the host's implication is naturally to ask the judges and teachers to give some advice and choose the sound of nature in their minds.

"It's so tangled!" Wen Qing scratched her hair with one hand, "The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh. I'll wait for now. Listen to the opinions of the other three teachers!"

"Siqi." Chu Fan next to Wen Qing smiled first, blinked at Lin Siqi on the stage and said, "It doesn't make sense to like you."

"Thank you teacher." Lin Siqi smiled and bent over.

"Baimo," Akino with medium-length hair said in a thick voice, "Siqi's singing is full of vitality and can especially infect people. But Baimo's voice is pure and clear, and it is closer to the sound of nature in my mind."

"Thank you teacher." Bai Mo also bowed and smiled.

"Lin Siqi." Yun Feng, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, leaned back on the chair, pointed his fingers at his legs, and smiled, "Keep working hard. I believe you won't let me down."

"Thank you, teacher." Lin Siqi bent down and smiled again, the audience suddenly burst into applause, waved their hands excitedly, and said word by word: "Siqi! Siqi! Siqi!"

"Haha," the host An Yu pressed the microphone, looked at Wen Qing who held the decision, and asked, "Teacher Wen, what is your choice?"

"Hey!" Wen Qing supported her forehead with one hand, gritted her teeth and said, "Bai Mo. Compared to last time, she has made greater breakthroughs and improvements!"

draw?

The eager audience suddenly fell silent.

An Yu was surprised for a second, smiled, held the microphone and said in a calm voice: "Siqi and Baimo each got two votes. According to the rules of the competition, one hundred media judges will be invited."

The lights on one side of the stage suddenly turned on, and everyone's eyes followed closely. An Yu's voice on the stage was transmitted through the microphone: "Press the red button on the left to vote for Lin Siqi, press the green button on the right to vote for Lin Siqi. button to vote for Baimo. Media friends, vote!"

On the stage screen, the names and avatars of the two appeared at the bottom.

Right above Baimo's name, the numbers moved rapidly.

Lin Siqi's, didn't move.

"what happened?"

"what!"

"The display is malfunctioning!"

There seemed to be excited voices from all directions, and Lin Siqi hadn't turned her head when she heard An Yu's unexpected voice fall beside her ears.

"Lin Siqi, nine votes, Bai Mo, 86 votes, five abstentions."

Just as Lin Siqi was about to turn her head, she froze immediately, and the recording room fell into a momentary silence. When she raised her eyes, she met Bai Mo, who was biting her lips tightly, with a shocked expression on her face.

They saw the same mood in each other's eyes.

humiliation.

Lin Siqi felt humiliated. She was almost certain that one hundred media judges must have been dealt with beforehand, and someone was waiting for her here.

Is it Chu Feng?

Does it have anything to do with the four judges?

At this moment, she was so confused that she couldn't figure it out at all. She couldn't help shaking the hand hanging by her side. She didn't turn her head to look at the big screen, but turned her face to face all the audience.

Bai Mo was also shocked and humiliated. She subconsciously thought of Chu Feng, and what she thought to be fair, just and open all the time turned out to be an illusion.

Bai Mo tightened her fingers holding the microphone, looked at Lin Siqi's indifferent side face, bit her lip, and also did not look back at the big screen, but turned to face the audience.

The recording and broadcasting hall was already boiling. In the auditorium, Chu Mu, Chu Ying, and Lin Siyuan couldn't help standing up with the excited crowd.

On the stage, Lin Siqi held the microphone to her lips.

"Siqi," An Yu, who had recovered from the shock, hurriedly stepped forward to Lin Siqi's side, and forced a smile, "I'm leaving this stage. Is there anything else you want to say?"

After saying this, he turned slightly sideways, meeting Lin Siqi's eyes with a fixed expression.

An Yu's eyes were calm, but Lin Siqi already knew that he must also be terrified.As the only host on the stage, he was afraid that he would say something difficult to end.

After all, even if it's not a live broadcast right now, nearly a thousand viewers in the recording hall can clearly watch it. No matter what, this show has to be finished according to the process.

One hundred media judges voted entirely based on their personal likes and dislikes.

Even though the current situation is too shocking to believe, even if there is obviously a black box operation, the program crew, including every media person, can only bite the bullet and go down without any choice.

"No," Lin Siqi tightened her fingers holding the microphone, "I don't have anything else to say."

When she makes a fuss, she refuses to admit defeat and keeps messing around.

If she doesn't make trouble, countless people filled with righteous indignation will make trouble for her.

Lin Siqi even raised a smile on the corner of her lips, turned to look at Bai Mo who was still in a daze, and stretched out her hand, "Come on. Good luck."

"Thank you." Bai Mo stretched out her hand to hold Lin Siqi's. The sweat in her palm seemed to soak her palm, as if she wanted to laugh, but the corners of her lips were tightly pursed, but she couldn't even draw a curve out.

"Siqi!" Someone in the auditorium yelled, completely detonating the dead recording studio. Many people who called her name were crying, as if the person who was about to leave at this moment was herself.

Lin Siqi didn't speak any more, returned the microphone to An Yu, bowed deeply towards the audience, and walked down the stage calmly.

No sensational words, no grievances, and no tears.

Her face was still beautiful under the light, and her big and dark eyes seemed to be shining brightly. As she walked, she raised her hand and waved to the audience who called her name.

(End of this chapter)