Just a competition, but want to play Gong Xinshui?

Jun Qing turned his face, and his beautiful eyes looked at the eyes of the hare last moon.

"You know what I mean."

Even if Zhou Zhou really wants to tamper with her piano, she will do it secretly. How could she throw her piano in front of her?

Jun Qing is not stupid enough, and he can't even understand such a simple truth.

This so-called kind reminder is just to sow discord.

In the entertainment industry for so many years, I have never seen any kind of person. This person is really not very clever.

There was a mask on his face, and Jun Qing couldn't see clearly what the other person's expression was.

However, she was too lazy to care about this.

Leaving the Moon Hare, she walked a few steps forward.

"Zhou Zhou!"

Zhou Zhou stopped, turned her face to her, and a pair of eyes fell apologetically on Jun Qing.

"I know, you may not believe me if I said it. I... I really didn't mean it."

"I believe in you!" Jun Qing raised his right hand and patted her arm, "Don't worry, my piano is really okay, don't affect the game because of this little thing."

Zhou Zhou's eyes reappeared in his eyes, "Thank you, Mrs.D!"

"Come on, see you in the audience later!"

Nodding to Zhou Zhou, Jun Qing held the piano and strode forward.

Zhou Zhou turned around, looked at the direction of the Moon Hare not far away, and pushed open the door and returned to his lounge.

Others don’t know, but Zhou Zhou knew that if Yue Yetu hadn’t touched her just now, she wouldn’t have been able to throw Jun Qing’s piano off.

She was not sure whether the other party was accidentally or intentional, and there was not enough evidence to prove it, so she did not speak nonsense.

The moon hare returned to his lounge with the abortion and stumbled heavily onto the door.

After a moment, the second rehearsal began.

Mu Jinbai also sat on the judges' seat and rehearsed with everyone.

Because it was not a formal competition, the mentors did not comment. Like other mentors, he just sat in a chair and listened carefully.

When it was Jun Qing's turn, Mu Jinbai sat up and straightened his body.

Looking at him, Jun Qing smiled behind the mask and began his own performance.

After listening to her singing carefully, Mu Jinbai nodded to her very lightly.

A small move has already represented his approval.

Upon receiving his signal, Jun Qing bowed to everyone and walked off the stage.

After the second rehearsal, it was already past six o'clock. The director checked the time and walked onto the stage.

"Thank you all for your hard work. Now you all go back to your own lounge first. We have prepared dinner for you. Please hurry up and prepare for the competition. I wish all of you can show your strength and achieve good results."

Everyone returned to their lounge one after another, and Jun Qing was the same.

"Sister Jun!" Seeing Jun Qing return to the lounge, Zhao Yiyi stood up to welcome her, took her piano with both hands, put it back on the piano box, and then brought the prepared water over, "Come on, drink some warm water to moisten your throat."

Jun Qing took off his mask, took the thermos and sat on the sofa.

Zhao Yiyi raised her palm and pointed to the cabinet next to her as if she was offering treasures.

"Sister Jun, look!"

Jun Qing turned his face and looked at the table next to him, and saw several bouquets of flowers and several boxes of all sizes on the table.

"These are all sent in by the staff, let me tell you..." Zhao Yiyi said excitedly, "There are a lot of your fans outside, you will know just by watching TV."

Help Jun Qing take the lunch box and put it on the coffee table. Zhao Yiyi took the remote control and turned up the volume of the TV on the wall.

Jun Qing looked up and saw that the live broadcast of the rematch had not started yet. Now the TV station is playing a video of checking the public judges.

It can be seen from the camera that the public judges selected from the Internet are preparing to enter the venue with their certificates.

There are many fans standing outside on the square and on the roadside.

Among them, many of them are Jun Qing's fans.

Everyone either held light signs with "Mrs.D" or took huge photos of her wearing a phoenix mask, while others pulled up banners with "Mrs.D, the champion belongs to you!"...

"Did you see?" Zhao Yiyi pinched the chopsticks and looked excited, "You have the most fans. I am looking forward to the finals now. When you get the King of Singers, the moment you take off your mask, you will feel good when you think about it!"

Jun Qing pinched the chopsticks, looked at her, and just smiled: "You never thought that if the championship was not me, it would be embarrassing to take off her mask!"

"Bao, babe, babe..." Zhao Yiyi glanced at her in displeasure, "Don't say such unlucky words!"

Jun Qing laughed silently: "Okay, I can have a meal, right?"

She picked up the chopsticks and picked up the food and delivered it to her mouth. When she noticed a car captured by the camera, she suddenly sat upright.

The car just now looked like the fourth brother's car?

My fourth brother is here to see her match?

She also needs to look closely, and the camera has switched to an interview with the tutor.

Maybe it's just that the car is similar. He is so busy recently, how can he have time to watch her race?

Jun Qing took back his mind and ate seriously.

When the meal was almost finished, someone knocked on the door.

Jun Qing took the mask to cover her face, and Zhao Yiyi carefully opened the door.

"This is a gift from a fan to Miss Mrs.D."

The staff brought a gift box over, and Zhao Yiyi thanked her and took it and closed the door again.

"Wow, this is so exquisite, Sister Jun, do you want to open it and take a look?"

"You open it."

Jun Qing was not very interested, so he took off his mask and stood up, got up and walked towards the bathroom, preparing to wash up.

Zhao Yiyi unbuttoned the blue ribbon on the box and opened the box. When she saw the cards on the bouquet, she read it out loud.

"Madam Emperor, come on! It's not well-known..."

Mrs. Emperor?

When Jun Qing heard it, his heart moved, and turned around and grabbed the card in Zhao Yiyi's hand.

Sure enough, there is no Mrs.D written on the card like others, but the three words "Madam Emperor" are written in Chinese.

Strong fonts, familiar brushstrokes.

She was so familiar with the word "王" that she could confirm at a glance that it was the font of Di Lin.

He... is really here!

"Yo—" Zhao Yiyi turned her face, looked at her expression, and smiled wickedly, "Looking at Sister Jun's expression, it seems that she is really famous and doesn't need a tool?"

Jun Qingbai glanced at her, "I can't stop eating?"

Zhao Yiyi smiled and didn't say anything, but just gave the gift box in her hand.

Jun Qing took the gift box, gently dialed the petals of the champagne rose inside with his fingers, and carefully placed the bouquet aside.

Wash your face, rinse your mouth, and simple skin care...

After changing into the clothes for the evening competition, Jun Qing took the violin and checked it carefully, sat on the sofa and waited for the competition to begin.

At half past seven, the audience began to enter.

At 7:59, the countdown began on the TV screen.

Switch the number to 0, and the screen switches to the competition site.

Amid the music, He Qifeng walked onto the stage with a smile.

"All the audience outside the venue, here is the first episode of "Mask Singer" and the live broadcast of the rematch. I am... He Qifeng!"
Chapter completed!