The two rehearsals ended, and it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon.

The director announced the break, and the contestants and guests disbanded and returned to their lounge to rest separately.

Zhao Manyu calmly returned the two to the lounge, and Bai Lu complained mercilessly as soon as he entered the door.

"Sister Zhao, I have tried my best. If you continue like this, you will lose the game tonight. Don't blame me!"

Bai Lu is already very mature in singing skills and stage performance.

As a famous singer, she also cherishes her feathers.

This time, he appeared as Ni Wei's helping guest because of Zhao Manyu's order. Although this was not her home court, with Jun Qing here, Bai Lu was of course very concerned about the ranking of the game.

Just now, Ni Wei had problems several times on the stage, so naturally she couldn't get better.

The rehearsal was a bit late last night. Today, she specially arranged for the two to take a break in the morning, and there were two low-level mistakes like shooting. Zhao Manyu was naturally very dissatisfied.

But considering Ni Wei's identity, she still tried to remain patient: "Seal Wei, what's going on with you?"

Ni Wei yawned, raised his hands and rubbed his face: "Don't worry, I will definitely not be like this at night."

Seeing that his face was a little pale and his whole body was listless, Zhao Man's tone was still a little worried.

After stretching out his right hand, Zhao Manyu touched his forehead with concern: "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

Ni Wei shook her palm impatiently: "I'm fine!"

"It's better not to be okay!" Bai Lu said unhappy, "Ni Wei, I tell you, this time I am your foreign aid. This game is not only your game, but also my game. You don't care about winning or losing, I care about it!"

Bai Lu, who is from the bottom, is completely different from Ni Wei.

A rich second-generation like Ni Wei can still go back to inherit his family property if he can't make a name for himself. Bai Lu has no way out and can only rely on himself.

"Xiao Lu!" Zhao Manyu was also a little confused now, "You know more about music than me. What do you think is your chances of winning tonight?"

In this game, it was not only Bai Lu who couldn't afford to lose, but also Zhao Manyu.

Now, she has two key artists, one is Bai Lu and the other is Ni Wei.

Bai Lu has been suppressed by Jun Qing for a while, and she almost put all her hope on Ni Wei.

"If he performs at a normal level at night, we still have hope." Bai Lu glanced at Ni Wei, "If he makes another mistake, the gods will not be able to help him!"

"I'm so annoying!" Ni Wei stood up from the sofa, "I tell you, I'm not you, I won't lose!"

Grabbing the lighter on the table, he strode out of the lounge.

The official live broadcast is about to be officially launched, and the staff in the corridor are hurriedly preparing for the live broadcast.

Ni Wei was only worried about being seen, so he walked out of the exit, looked around, and walked into a safety ladder that was no one used.

Take out the cigarette box, take out the wrapped marijuana leaves and send them to your mouth to light them.

He sucked the smoke deep into his body, and he half-squinted his eyes comfortably.

Scream-

The door sounded lightly, and a man walked in.

Hearing the sound, Ni Wei stood up from the steps in panic, pulled out the cigarette from his mouth, and hid it behind him.

"who?"

He stepped on the stairs with his leather shoes and walked slowly into the light.
Chapter completed!