Chen Huixian's tears were terrible. Zhou Huimin burst into tears and almost exploded. The essence of this thing is the same as a melodrama, creating a touching atmosphere, pulling the audience into it, and achieving a kind of empathy in a short time. And Zhou Huimin's story is true, so it is more immersive. This kind of story is too common in ordinary families. "Oh, it's also a poor child!" "Communicate well with your mother, she will definitely understand you!" "Mom, I also have a dream of being a star!" "Go away!" At home, Zhou Huimin's mother was also in tears. It was the first time she heard her daughter speak from the heart. She wanted to go to her daughter's little room and see the closed door. She hesitated again because she didn't know what to say to her daughter at this moment. "Look, you made your little sister cry!" "Don't cry, don't cry, you can do it!" At the show, the four mentors took turns to persuade, and Huang was no longer strict. Zhong Zhentao got a handkerchief from somewhere and ran up to the stage to hand it to her. Zhou Huimin took off her glasses and wiped her tears.
"Go back and talk to your mother. There are no parents who don't love their children." "If you can't make her happy, I'll help you!" "Brother B is as good as his word!" "Thank you, Brother B..." Chow Hui-min thanked her with a crying voice, which made everyone feel pity and laugh. She is a pure and lovely little sister. Huang looked at her seriously for a while, and with his experience of seeing countless girls, he suddenly said: "Don't wear your glasses, raise your head so that we can see?" "Don't bully me!" said Kenny Bee. "You are talking nonsense! I told her to show everyone the front and comb her hair back."ww After wiping her tears, Zhou Hui-min held the big plastic glasses in her hand, raised her head at a loss, and smoothed her hair. It was a face with baby fat, white and tender, destined to become the dream lover and ancestral idol of countless men. "Wow!" The male audience at the scene gave a close-up, and a young man was so excited. Huang slammed the table: "Why didn't you take off your glasses earlier? You were born to do this." "I think you will have a bright future in acting." "I agree!" "OK! Our time is almost up, the four mentors should restrain themselves... Only Brother B will turn around. According to the rules, you will enter his student group." The host controlled the rhythm, and Zhou Huimin nodded vigorously: "Thank you Brother B for giving me another chance. You are a good person." "Hahaha! I will call you a good person B from now on!" "It's the first time I'm praised as a good person, and I don't feel comfortable." Zhong Zhentao said. "I hope my mother can accompany me to the next competition. Thank you! Thank you everyone!" Zhou Huimin left the stage, and the host gave another explanation. Amid the cheers and applause of the audience, the first episode of Good Voice ended perfectly. Then it was GG, and there was a ten-minute behind-the-scenes program to show the more realistic state of the contestants. It was already ten o'clock. The mother looked through the crack in the door and saw that her daughter had turned off the light. She didn't know whether she was really asleep or pretending to sleep, and sighed silently. ... "This show is so good, when is the next one?" "Next week!" "We have to wait another week? Can't it be broadcast every day?" "Hey, let's watch TVB?"
"No, there will be behind-the-scenes footage later." Tonight, countless families expressed satisfaction, and their emotional value was greatly filled, and the new talent singing competition was long forgotten. Some people also went to take a look, and it was also the end. Fifteen contestants stood in a row. The host announced: "The bronze medal is Deng Zhiyu!" "The silver medal is Sun Mingguang!" "The gold medal is, Lu Fang!" The three stood up to receive the award. According to the rules, they all got the contract of Huaxing Records. Lu Fang, as the champion, had a privilege to sing "I am Chinese" again, yes, sing it again. "It's so boring!" "Why not watch the behind-the-scenes footage? Change the channel!" Lu Fang, who won the first place, had no idea that he might be the most miserable champion. He has a great voice and excellent singing skills. His representative works include "Don't Cry, Friend", "Old Love Song", "Your Smile", etc. He was popular for a while, but due to his limited appearance and personality problems, he disappeared later. However, he came to the mainland to participate in variety shows in his later years. The new talent singing competition has also ended. The people of TVB and Huaxing Records are not happy. Their thinking has not changed: the previous singing competitions selected people based on their strength, recorded records, and packaged them for debut. Just like that Alex Fong, he has a bad appearance, but he is very strong. If he is well trained, he can also be a singer. But "The Voice of China" is another way. People become popular first! That Sandy Lam, Priscilla Chan, and the crying little girl, they are sure that there will be a large number of viewers who watch them specifically for a few people. "How much can their ratings be?" "How do we know now? Let it be up to fate. We tried our best!" "Ding-ling-ling!" "Ding-ling-ling!" In the ATV building, the crazy beating of the phone made this night not quiet at all. The operator was sweating profusely because of his busy work. A few telephones were not enough. "We don't accept phone registrations. You have to come to the venue, the birthday theater in the art center!" "Tomorrow is OK!" "Yes, you have to try to sing a song to confirm whether you can be on TV. We don't choose people randomly!" "What did you say? Hello?!" "Please don't sing to me on the phone, I'm just an operator!" "Don't curse, sir!" Li Zhuanglie walked around excitedly and worriedly, waving his hands, and kept muttering: "It's over, it's over, we only plan 8 episodes, if there are too many people, we have to record more episodes, and the GG fee has to be renegotiated! It's a mess, it's all messed up!" The program team originally accepted 50 contestants, enough for the mentors. However, these people may not be very strong. If there are stronger ones who sign up later, it will be a waste if they are not accepted. So more recordings are required, and the workload is huge! It was Chen Qi's opinion to accept subsequent registrations. Li Zhuanglie didn't know why, but it would be very troublesome to do so. He walked around for a few rounds, suddenly picked up the phone and called Qiu Degen. As soon as he explained the situation, Boss Qiu said: "Except for the necessary programs, the remaining resources are at your disposal to ensure that the good voice is broadcast smoothly!" "OK!" In the blink of an eye, it was the next day. Zhou Huimin went to bed in the middle of the night and woke up early in the morning. She was uneasy. She heard no movement outside, but when she glanced, she found a letter stuffed in from the crack of the door, lying quietly on the floor. She was stunned for a moment, then opened it and read it.
As she read, she started to cry again. Her mother's words were simple, but sincere. It was the first time that the mother and daughter spoke their minds indirectly. "Amin, it's time for dinner!" "I'm here!" She wiped her eyes, opened the door and went out. She felt a little awkward when they looked at each other. She wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but it was impossible! While eating, her mother suddenly asked, "What program are you recording?" "I have to wait for the notice, and it will take some time." "Don't delay your homework!" "Yes!!" "Open the door! Open the door!" "We need to sign up!" The management staff of the Shouson Theater in the Art Center were frightened early in the morning. It was like zombies outside, with heads everywhere. Men and women had excited expressions on their faces and shouted loudly. "What's going on! Are the mainland accepting early?" "The ATV has signed up!" "Are the ATV people here?" "Yes, yes!" Several staff members came over in a hurry. They were earlier than the agreed time, but they still underestimated the enthusiasm of the crowd and hurried to maintain order: "Don't squeeze, line up! Line up!" "How many people are there?" "There must be hundreds or thousands?" "Oh my god, when has ATV ever been so popular?!"