Chapter 967 You Will Treat Her Differently
[Reasonable discussion, what do you think of talent show members confessing their mentors? Is there a difference between single and non-single? 】
This is a discussion post on Douwang, and the link was posted in the SY work group.
Nan Yue casually clicked his eyes and saw that the speeches in the post were basically the pinyin abbreviations of her, Sheng Jingheng and Ji Ying, so he backed out with a smile.
No matter what others think, anyway, Sheng Jingheng is very repulsive and disgusted with this kind of thing.
In the draft, perform well and enjoy the stage, don't mess around.
Originally Ji Ying was strong enough, Sheng Jingheng would look at her differently and be a little more lenient in scoring.
But she wanted to play the emotional card. She mentioned the school, said her family fully supported her, and said that she came here only because of Sheng Jingheng.
In the end, there was a withdrawal, and it was impossible to start and end well, which was an indirect disrespect for the stage.
She was included in Sheng Jingheng's blacklist, it was not wronged at all.
Fortunately, Yuanshen only made that mistake once, and after that, her appearance turned the tide of the battle and played the last few stages to perfection.
Otherwise, I'm afraid there won't even be a chance to start between them.
Nan Yue glanced at the man sitting beside him, lowered his eyes and smiled.
Sensing her gaze, Sheng Jingheng also looked at her: "Why?"
Nan Yue raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and said in a deep thought: "I'm thinking, you might be very suitable to live in the realm of comprehension, and you always put strength first."
The two have been together for so long, so there is no need to guess, Sheng Jingheng also knows why she said this.
He pretended not to understand, and just followed her words: "Then shall we build a mountain in the future and establish our own sect?"
Hearing this, Nan Yue couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Sheng still wants to be the king of the mountain?"
"Aren't I that Yazhai...cough," Sheng Jingheng still couldn't say the word "madame" after all, coughed lightly and turned into a smile, "It's better to let you be the king."
Nan Yue couldn't stop laughing, held his hand, and leaned on his shoulder.
And she couldn't help imagining the picture of her being the king of the mountain and Sheng Jingheng being her Mrs. Yazhai, and she actually thought it was pretty good.
With this thought, when he saw that he was about to reach his destination, he pressed it first.
Two days have passed since Ji Ying withdrew from the competition, and the two of them asked for leave from the crew again to participate in the recording of the finals of "A New Era of Idols".
The finals have changed to a bigger stage, and there will be enough auditoriums for fans to buy tickets to watch.
The two arrived together, and the staff was no longer surprised. Instead, they came directly to put on the microphones for the two and conduct pre-match interviews.
I asked a few questions about the upcoming finals, but I got ambiguous answers.
The staff was very helpless, but they still didn't give up. They changed the question and continued: "It is said that your five mentors will play at the same time and bring a wonderful opening performance to the finals. Can you tell us a little bit about what kind of cooperative performance it will be? Woolen cloth?"
"Ah," Nan Yue didn't answer perfunctoryly now, but was stunned for a while, "It's not clear yet."
Then I went to see Sheng Jingheng: "Does Teacher Sheng know? Is there any inside news?"
Sheng Jingheng looked at her as if she was genuinely asking a question, so he shook his head and said, "I don't know."
The question and answer between the two made the staff stunned for a while, and when they wanted to ask again, the two had already arrived at the practice room dedicated to the instructor, opened the door and went in.
Someone stopped her and the cameraman: "Okay, go and pick up other people. Filming is not allowed here for the time being."
"Oh, okay." It seems that this is to be kept secret to the end.