He will leave tomorrow morning, and after he goes back, he will start tense rehearsals and competitions. Jun Qing must maintain the best mental and physical condition.

She really couldn't bear it if she stayed with him for another night.

There was only a thin summer clothes between the two, and he knew without looking at them that she had no pajamas or bathrobes.

Di Lin's breathing tightened, and his body also tensed.

"lightly……"

He originally wanted to tell her, but he didn't want to touch her.

"Then...it's just decided!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jun Qing raised his little face and took the initiative to kiss him.

His heartbeat instantly accelerated. Di Lin's palm, which was holding on her shoulder, stopped for a while, and finally reached over and hugged her tightly.

...

...

The next morning, Jun Qing boarded the helicopter on time on the return journey.

Sitting on the back of the chair and leaning against the porthole, staring at the smaller and smaller figure on the deck of the giant wheel. She reached out to caress her back, which was still a little sore, lay the seat flat, and pulled the blanket to cover her body.

That guy's physical strength is far better than that of ordinary people.

She didn't go to bed until the second half of the night yesterday. During the time on the road, she needed to make up for her sleep and maintain her energy.

On the top deck, Di Lin watched the helicopter gradually drift away and retracted his gaze.

"Notify the main control room and speed up 5 knots."

"yes!"

Lu Wenqing grabbed the walkie-talkie and conveyed orders to the main control room.

Di Lin turned his face again, and his eyes fell back to the helicopter in the air again.

Going westward, the helicopter quickly passed through the sea and returned to the land in two hours. Just as Jun Qing planned, he returned to the imperial house at noon.

The helicopter fell on the lawn behind the mansion. Jun Qing held the butler's hand and jumped out of the helicopter. Zhao Yiyi, who came to pick her up in advance, took the initiative to welcome her backpack.

The few people walked towards the direction of the mansion together, and the helicopter took off again.

Jun Qing took Zhao Yiyi on the boat and walked into his room, took the cell phone handed over by Zhao Yiyi, and called Di Lin's phone number.

The phone just answered, and a familiar voice in the earpiece had already started.

"I've arrived home safely, don't worry!"

"I will help you put the medicine on the computer mattress layer. Remember to apply it once every morning and evening." Di Linluo paused, "I will apply the medicine for you in the morning."

With a word, her face burned.

"I...I get it!"

After hanging up the phone, Jun Qing glanced at Zhao Yiyi next to her. Seeing that the other party was unzipping the zipper and wanted to help her organize her schoolbag, Jun Qing rushed over and grabbed her backpack.

"This... I'll do it myself." I quietly took out the ointment from my schoolbag, and Jun Qing asked casually, "I've had nothing to do in the past two days, right?"

"It's okay, everything goes well." Zhao Yiyi smiled and turned around, holding a gift box in her hand and handed it to her, "I know you have celebrated your birthday these two days, I have made some Dingsheng cake from our hometown. I wish you to win the King of Singers in one fell swoop!"

Jun Qing opened the gift box and saw that there were four beautiful pastries in the box, with the words "Sister Jun will win" written with great force on it.

After taking the pastry with both hands, Jun Qing solemnly thanked him.

"Thank you, Yiyi!"

The door was knocked by someone, and the butler walked in politely.

"Miss Five, lunch is ready. You and Miss Zhao may have gone down to have a meal."

"Okay!" Jun Qing held the pastry in one hand and grabbed Zhao Yiyi's arm with the other, "Let's go, let's have a meal first, and then our Dingsheng cake."

The two of them went to the restaurant together. While having dinner, Zhao Yiyi told her some specific details of the finals.

"Before I came here, I went to the gymnasium specifically and heard from the director team that the competition was even more difficult, with the number of public judges on the field increasing to 999, and there will be some off-site voting."

"The eight contestants are all very strong. I am content to be able to reach today. As for whether we can win the King of Singers, we are still the same rules..." Jun Qing raised her face and smiled back, "Do your best and leave your destiny!"

During the competition, the right time, place and people are indispensable.

The final result is in the hands of the judges. The larger the judges' base, the more difficult it is to get a high vote.

As a contestant in the home competition, what Jun Qing can do is just to do his part.

Zhao Yiyi nodded with her job.

"Whose song are you going to sing this time?"

"My own song."

"Original?" Zhao Yiyi put the dishes delivered to her mouth back into the bowl, put the chopsticks back into the chopstick stand, and raised her face with a serious expression, "But... wouldn't this be too risky?"

Choosing songs is the most important part of the competition. A familiar song, especially the widely sung, can be recognized by some fans to a great extent and resonate with them.

If you participate in this kind of competition with original songs, it is likely that the song is not familiar enough and it is likely that the audience will not feel immersed in it.

Worried that Jun Qing was misunderstood, Zhao Yiyi was busy adding.

"Sister Jun, don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't recognize your talent. I'm not good at music, but I listened to Xu Ziya's songs, which are really nice. I know that the song you wrote is very good. I just think from the perspective of the competition."

Jun Qing was not angry, and she was even very happy that Zhao Yiyi could remind her so rationally, instead of just flattering her and flattering her.

"I understand!" Jun chuckled and blinked at her, "I'm very glad you dare to say it so bravely."

"I..." Zhao Yiyi stuck out her tongue and then suffused her expression, "Jun Qing, I really hope you win. With your current audience influence, as long as you don't lose your previous level, you will definitely be able to reach the final stage of the King of Singers' Competition."

"I understand what you mean. However, if I just maintain my original level, that is, I will never be able to break through again." Jun Qing explained her thoughts seriously, "You also know that everyone has high expectations for me now. If I don't want to disappoint them, I must break through myself."

The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

If she adapted old songs like before this time, she would not bring any freshness, at most she would maintain her original level.

No destruction or establishment!

Using new song competitions does lose the audience's sense of substitution, but at the same time, they will feel fresh.

"If I succeed, I can not only win the King of Singers, but also make a beautiful turnaround." Jun Qing smiled faintly, "Of course, it may also lose all the game, but... at least I tried. I want them to know that I am not just a singer, I am also a singer-songwriter."

Zhao Yiyi bit her lower lip, thought for a long time, and finally raised her head.
Chapter completed!