That night, the popularity of King of Masked Singers reached its peak.
Ye Lingchen's Guangdong Love Story rose to fourth place on the trending list. As for the top three … they were all songs sung by the other three little fresh meats.
Ye Lingchen merely laughed it off and did not pay any more attention to it.
Apart from that, he received a lot of private messages from other celebrities.
Xiaodong: [It's a pity I'm not participating. Otherwise, I'd go up no matter what. I'll leave the responsibility to you this time. So what if they're little fresh meats? Us musicians can't be trampled on like this!]
Asa: [Mr. Superman, although I don't know who you are … please do your best!]
Big Desert: [For the older generation of singers, for the new generation of singers, f * ck them up!]
The people who sent him messages were either older singers or singers who were dedicated to music. They were passionate about music, but at the same time, they were afraid that they would encounter such a situation.
How was it possible for little fresh meats to be able to crush them?
Ye Lingchen had nothing better to do, so he looked at them one by one.
Nervous? Anticipation?
Ye Lingchen did not feel any of that. All he felt was a little excitement.
'Little fresh meats, huh? I'll just beat them up!'
The next day.
The finals of King of Masked Singers began.
This time, the number of followers skyrocketed. The live stream was already filled with countless viewers.
[This show is starting soon. I'm dying of impatience.]
[There's still more than an hour left. I'm really looking forward to it.]
[I wonder who's going to be the first one on stage.]
[Hahaha, I can finally see my Taotao. He'll definitely be the champion.]
[Nonsense! It must be my Huang Xing! He'll definitely win!]
[Binbin is the best!]
[I'm actually looking forward to the performance of that codenamed Superman.]
[What's there to look forward to? He'll definitely be the first to be eliminated!]
…
At the venue of King of Masked Singers, there was less than an hour left until the live stream.
The stage was being set up and everyone was in place. The director confirmed it over and over again. Everyone was extremely nervous.
All the contestants were in place.
Ye Lingchen was in the resting room, lying down leisurely. It was as if he was not the one competing that day and was the most relaxed one.
Su Mo was anxious at the side. 'Have you forgotten how ruthless your opponent is?'
However, she did not dare to disturb Ye Lingchen too much. All she could do was stand by the side and explain some things to take note of. "It's about to start. This round will also be done by drawing lots. It's the order of the first four to go on stage …"
Ye Lingchen nodded nonchalantly. "Yes, understood."
Everyone was looking forward to it.
Finally, the countdown began!
Three.
Two.
One.
The live broadcast began!
The host, Luo Sisi, gracefully stepped onto the stage and said with a smile, "Hello everyone, welcome to the finals of King of Masked Singers on Orange TV! Today, there would be a showdown for the ultimate king of singers. All four of them had extremely high popularity points, and today, they would be fighting on the same stage to vie for the sole throne of the champion!
I believe that the audience in front of the TV and the live audience are starting to get impatient. Well, there are less than ten minutes left before the competition officially starts. Now is the time to draw lots. Why don't you follow me backstage and take a look at the situation? Who will be the first singer to perform today? We'll see. "
Backstage.
There were four rooms in total.
Ye Lingchen, Huang Xing, Zhang Tao, and Binbin.
Luo Sisi walked nervously to Ye Lingchen's door and said, "Up until now, the identity of this Mr. Superman is still a mystery. Everyone has made all sorts of guesses about his identity, and the discussions are especially intense. Now, let me bring everyone in for an interview. "
Knock, knock, knock.
Ye Lingchen's voice rang out. "Please come in."
Luo Sisi carefully pushed the door open and entered, then said generously, "Mr. Superman, the competition is about to start. How are your preparations?"
"I'm ready to go on stage anytime."
"It seems like Mr. Superman is very confident about this competition, isn't he?"
"Let's see how I perform on stage."
Ye Lingchen's answer was standard. After that, Luo Sisi walked out of the room and interviewed the other three.
Different from Ye Lingchen's answers, the three of them expressed their desire and determination to be the champion, and even asked for support from the camera.
In the live broadcast room …
[Ahhh, the results are out!]
[Who's going on stage first?]
[F * ck me, Taotao is the first!]
[Hahaha, Huang Xing is the second!]
[Binbin's luck isn't bad, he's the third.]
[In that case, Superman will be the last to go on stage.]
[Hurry up and start. My vote is for Huang Xing.]
[F * ck, the competition hasn't even started yet.]
[So what if it hasn't started yet? My vote is my call. I still need to convince my sisters to vote!]
…
The celebrities who were eliminated in the previous round were also sitting on stage as guests.
Sensei Luo said, "Superman's luck is quite good, being the last to go on stage gives him an advantage."
Sensei Teng frowned and said, "That's not very useful."
Feather said, "Yeah, I wonder what he'll sing this time."
Meanwhile, Su Mo was backstage, clenching her fists nervously. Her palms were covered in sweat.
After the drawing of lots, the competition entered the final countdown.
The lights were ready, and the background music started. Everyone's attention was on the stage, and even the staff had returned to their positions!
At the same time, Weibo, Jinri Toutiao, WeChat Moments, and Tieba were all flooded by the King of Masked Singers.
The show's popularity continued to rise, and more and more people entered the live broadcast room. The heated discussions continued, and the live broadcast room was flooded with messages. The live broadcast room was filled with screams and screams.
Finally, the lights suddenly changed.
"It's starting, it's starting!"
"Ah — Taotao! Go Taotao! "
"Support Taotao!"
"So cool!"
The glow sticks swayed like waves, and Zhang Tao's fans raised the LED boards high.
When the door on the stage opened and Zhang Tao, who was the first to go on stage, slowly walked out, the crowd went even crazier.
The competition began!
Amid the applause from the audience, the music started.
The electronic piano sounded, just like the rock and roll style from before.
Zhang Tao raised his body, held the microphone in front of his mouth with both hands, and suddenly roared at the sky!
"I say, Lang Tao, you say!"
"I say, Lang Tao, you say!"
"I say, Lang Tao, you say!"
"Let's do it together!"
"Lang Tao!" Zhang Tao turned the microphone to the audience — "Yo!"
"Lang Tao!"
"Yo!"
…
Many people in the audience were roaring happily. There were even a few girls with tears on their faces, and their throats were hoarse from all the shouting.
On the internet.
[Everyone, hurry up and vote!]
[Support, support!]
[Wow, Taotao is so cool. He sings so well.]
[Yo, yo, yo! Awesome!]
Ye Lingchen watched the crowd's revelry through the television.
That's right, it was a revelry. It was not a song at all, but a party of celebrities and diehard fans.
Was that the appeal of a little fresh meat?
It was quite funny, wasn't it?
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