Metropolitan Super Deity

"Ouch! Whoops! Hiss~!"

The prince leaned on the wall and walked slowly back to his room, a little bit astonished by the despicableness. Кanhge. L

"What's wrong with you?"

"Don't mention it."

Wang Ziming looked impatient.

"It's so special, I was miserable. I wanted to coax Jiang Yingxue, who knows that little bitch, not only didn't appreciate it, but also attacked my young master in a sneak attack. It's so damn, I'll want it sooner or later. Kill her."

A look of contempt flashed in his despicable eyes.

"I told you that Jiang Yingxue is not easy to provoke, you just keep going, now it's all right? It's really self-inflicted! Humph!"

Wang Ziming immediately rushed to Despicable, took off her despicable high heels, and put her feet in stockings on his crotch.

"Knead me, shit, it hurts me so much. What the **** is your assassin? Can you take it out for me now, I want to kill that little **** now."

"What are you worried about? It's easy to kill her, but not now. The trump card must stay at the most critical time in order to achieve the greatest effect."

"Hiss~! I can't wait any longer."

"Wait two more days for the gentleman to take revenge. It will not be too late for ten years."

"Then you blow to me first, it hurts too much."

He gave him a mean look.

"Huh! Next time, just go find other women and don't want to touch me again. I'm not a lady. Don't put any dirty things in my mouth."

"Hey, I know, I know, hurry up, I can't wait."

An hour later, the staff at the recording site conducted the final debugging, and those audience members also checked into their seats for the first time.

The program of this star singing competition is very popular. It is said that in the first episode, most of the audience still paid for it. Later, more and more audiences bought tickets, and the supply of seats was in short supply. Many scalpers have also appeared on the Internet, and the ticket price has been doubled several times, making it difficult to find a ticket.

This is why Jiang Yingxue will come to participate in this competition.

Soon, the host came up and talked about a basket of boring and cumbersome nonsense, and the audience was very cooperative.

At the end, he smiled mysteriously and shouted:

"Tonight is the semi-final of our show. Starting from this evening, the rules of our competition will be changed. The competition will no longer be evaluated by voting, but fans will vote soft sister coins for their favorite artists. An artist begins to sing, starts to invest money, and ends after singing. This will not only help the artist to advance, at the same time, all the soft sister coins will be donated to charity, we don’t take a cent!"

Hearing this news, everyone couldn't help but start to talk about it. Since ancient times, there has never been such a voting system for a game. This is too unfair. If some people have money, wouldn't it be safe to be the first?

But in this regard, the host explained with a smile:

"You guys, don’t be surprised, because this is the semi-final, and the contestants are not newcomers, but celebrities. Their popularity is comparable. I think this reward system should also compete for your true strength. If you spend money to vote, everyone will definitely vote for the opponent you really like. Am I right?"

"It seems to be the reason?"

"That's correct. If you spend money, everyone's voting data will be more realistic."

Mu Qingcheng couldn't help frowning and said:

"Strange, how could this kind of voting mechanism suddenly appear? Normally speaking, it's the semi-finals. Who is strong and weak, and the audience has points in their hearts. Shouldn't this kind of change happen again?"

Ling Fei looked at the host on the stage indifferently, and said lightly:

"The black hands behind the scenes will always be hidden in places you can't see. You will never know their purpose. But these mortal stupid tricks, we don’t need to care too much. As long as Xiaoxue can be treated fairly, we only need Just support her silently."

"okay then."

Mu Qingcheng could only accept Ling Fei's words.

Seeing the good response from the audience below, the host couldn't help but wiped a cold sweat. This statement was actually made up temporarily by himself, and he was really afraid of being stunned.

"Okay, on the big screen on our right, there will be a data station. Everyone's reward will be displayed directly on the amount, and then the live broadcast of the game will start. Please listen carefully. Singers, bring us The sound of coming."

After the host retired, Wang Ziming was the first to come on stage. Once he came on stage, he drew a lot of cheers.

In this competition, he is the only little fresh meat, and his appearance is indeed in line with the mainstream of the modern social entertainment circle. He is motherly, and his little face is tenderer than a woman. Countless aunts and underage girls cheered for him enthusiastically. , Was attracted by his beauty.

After the prince made a very cute poss, he sat in front of the microphone and started his singing.

It's the style that is very Mary Su.

Singing is actually the same. Compared to the resident singing in the bar, it is much better, but it is far from the so-called real singer. At least, to participate in this kind of show, he should be regarded as an amateur, the bottom of the existence.

But to everyone's surprise, from the beginning of his accompaniment, the data on the display has skyrocketed.

Some people voted over one thousand and two thousand, and some people voted a few dollars, but the speed is very fast, and the scrolling speed of the screen makes people hard to see. They only know that every second, the money is skyrocketing in 100,000.

By the time he finished singing a song, it would have risen to 30 million in five minutes! This number is simply staggering.

This is just singing a song!

Wang Ziming bowed to everyone proudly~www.readwn.com~ His brains were really scary.

Then came the second and third. There is a big gap between these stars and Wang Ziming. Although they are veteran artists and they are much stronger than Wang Ziming, but their fan base is weak. When some people sing, they can clearly see the slides of the rolling quotas. The number is awkward to death.

Among these people, there are no more than two to three million at most, and at least two to three million. With Wang Ziming, he immediately changed the grade. The Wang Ziming at the backstage was almost full of laughter.

Mu Qingcheng couldn't help frowning:

"Why haven't Xiaoxue come out yet?"

"Come out, she is the last one."

Sure enough, after Ling Fei finished speaking, Jiang Yingxue came out, but when Mu Qingcheng saw the host report Jiang Yingxue's song title, his face instantly cooled down.

"This group of bastards, these people sang songs for nearly five minutes, only Xiaoxue's, and only arranged for three minutes, bastards, there must be someone behind the scenes."