As a super city, traffic jams are really not new to the imperial capital.

Tonight, because the final of "Mask Singer" is held in the gymnasium, the roads around here seem particularly crowded.

On the fast lane, cars had already squeezed into long dragons, and each one was as slow as a snail to crawl.

In the back seat, Di Lin, who had been frowning and silent, finally couldn't help but shout.

"Stop!" When the driver stepped on the brakes, he had already grabbed the armrest of the rear door and "Open the door!"

The driver heard the unhappy man's tone and did not dare to say anything like "Stop here is not safe", so he opened the central control lock as soon as possible.

Di Lin grabbed the bouquet, opened the door and got out of the car.

By the time Lu Wenqing untied his seat belt and chased him out of the car, the man's tall figure had already flew up like a big roc, and he neatly crossed the central guardrail on the road.

After passing through the gap between the cars and rushing to the road, Di Lin raised his right hand holding the flower, walked against the crowd, and rushed towards the direction of the gymnasium.

In the small square outside the gymnasium, figures rushing.

Those fans who were unable to enter the venue because they did not get the ticket were now on the big screen broadcast.

The singers on the screen also attracted many passersby.

When Emperor Lin ran into the square, the big screen was dark, only the sound of waves hitting the shore, and the clear cry of Haiou came from the sound.

Di Lin stopped and turned his face in the direction where the sound came.

The piano sounded, and there were familiar female voices singing.

"A beam of light, passing through layers of fog, will brighten the night..."

The chase light appeared on the stage, reflecting the girl sitting in front of the black piano.

In the square, girls immediately cheered out.

“Mrs.D!”

"Mrs.D is out!"

Under the dim back of the stage, she sat upright in front of the piano, wearing white clothes, and was particularly conspicuous.

"Wow--"

Applause from the scene came out, and at the same time, the screams and whistles in the square sounded.

“Mrs.D!”

Around them, excited voices came one after another.

From the live show to the barrage of the live broadcast screen, everyone was already excited.

Just a shot, it has already made the barrage explode.

【That's military, is it equipped?】

【It seems not, but it’s so handsome!】

[The little phoenix is ​​indeed salty or sweet, beautiful and cool, I bent!]

【I also like girls wearing uniforms…】

...

At this time, the camera has been adjusted to an angle facing Jun Qing, and the girl's clothes are clearly visible.

Di Lin recognized it at a glance, which was the seaman uniform he gave her.

On her chest, there was a badge that he specially put on for her.

Under the light, the golden badge and buttons are all shining.

"A man, once stretched his hand to me regardless of everything

Not alone, the lonely Obi-yi is in pairs

…”

The piano tune turned high.

On the stage, the lights flashed with electronic music.

Jun Qing in front of the piano stood up, took off the microphone on the shelf and sent it to his lips, and rapped to the rhythm of the music.

"I still remember that when I saw you for the first time, I was covered in mud and lost my direction.

I still remember how you took my palm and pulled me from hell to heaven.

…”

Last night, after listening to Mu Jinbai's opinion, Jun Qing wrote the lyrics overnight and lengthened the rap that was originally casually added.

"You teach me to write, teach me to drive a boat, teach me to know the stars, on a night without the moon,

Hunter, Big Bear, and the one in the northeast sky is Andromeda.

...

I don’t know or sure how many ten years there are in my life, and how many three hundred and sixty-five days there are. I only know that I have identified this person.

On the night sea, your eyes are better than all the stars.

I looked up at you and said to you:

…”

You took a breath, looked up slightly in the direction of the camera, and whispered lightly:

"Kiss me, my captain!"

The string music starts, and the percussion instrument accompanied by the rock rhythm hits people's hearts.

“…

The lighthouse is the direction of the shore, you are the direction of the home

Every time I set sail, you stare at me behind you

No matter how far I am offshore,

My heart is in the direction of home

...

Your direction—”

The music gradually weakened, and the girl's voice echoed in the music hall for a long time.

The whistle roars.

Di Lin knew that it was the sound of the flute of the ship entering the harbor.

The music stopped, the lights were on again, and the applause and screams inside and outside the venue shocked the eardrums...

On the stage, Jun Qing raised his left hand and sent it to the mask. He gently kissed the ring on his finger through the gauze net on the mask, and bent down to salute everyone.

"What a shocking performance!" He Qifeng walked onto the stage and stood beside Jun Qing. "The two competitors of the singer have finished performing. Who can win the final championship of the first episode of "Mask King"? Please wait and see. Now, another competitor, Yue Yetu, is invited to the stage."

Amid applause, the moon hare returned to the stage and stood on the other side of He Qifeng.

"Two guys, are you nervous?"

Both of them nodded.

"Okay, at this most critical moment, the decision is in your hands."

He Qifeng raised his right hand, pointed at the audience, and then pointed his fingers out of the surrounding stands bit by bit.

"Every judge, every audience member, every TV, computer screen, or any other person who watches our program with a mobile phone, pick up your phone and prepare to vote for our King of Singers tonight! The big screen on the left is the votes of Mrs.D, and the big screen on the right will show the votes of Moon Hare."

At the live broadcast site, the two wing screens showed the starting votes - "0".

The number of the voting SMS platform is displayed on the large central screen.

"Now, the voting text message flat number has appeared on the big screen in the middle. Remember, if you support Moon Hare, then send serial number 02 to our voting platform. If you want Mrs.D to become the king of singers, then send serial number 09 to our voting platform. The voting time is five minutes..."

"I want to repeat it. Only one vote per call can be cast. There is no suburb for repeated votes. 02, Moon Hare! 09, Mrs.D!"

He Qifeng took a deep breath.

"The battle between the King of Singers, the vote... begins!"

The countdown begins below the voting text message platform on the home screen.

On the large screen with both wings, the numbers change rapidly.

The judges on the scene have already started voting, and many viewers on the scene have also found their phones.

In the square outside the venue, most people are lowering their heads to edit text messages.

On the barrage, the screen is full of numbers.

【090909!】

【9999999999999】

...

Leng Mo quietly took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Mu Jinbai put his hands on the table, and his eyes swept across the big screen from time to time, and the two of them quickly changed their offenses.

Off-field.

Di Lin touched his hands all over his pockets, but he didn't touch his cell phone.

He got out of the car in a hurry and didn't notice that his phone was not on his body.

"Sir!" Lu Wenqing ran over panting, "Your cell phone!"
Chapter completed!