Entertainment: My predecessor is a diva and my current boss is a boss

Several female students stepped forward to hug the runner-up Ding Ling one by one.

No matter whether they were envious or jealous in their hearts, in front of the national audience, everyone maintained enough demeanor and congratulated her.

Ding Ling smiled and thanked everyone one by one.

No amount of insurance contracts can buy this great sense of satisfaction from success.

When the students calmed down, Luo Chengan cleared his throat and said the champion's name.

Nothing unexpected, no miraculous counterattack.

"...The winner of the first season of the Grassroots Singer Competition is Lin Guoer, with 68923376 votes!"

"Wow."

There was an exclamation from the audience.

Lin Guoer's advantage was crushing, almost twice as many votes as Ding Ling and Song Tianzhen combined.

This also made the smiles slightly awkward when the two came to congratulate her.

Bi Hongjian smiled like a daisy on his old face, and followed Luo Chengan's words:

"Let's cheer and celebrate Guoer, but I have a word to send to the male contestants. This time our performance was not very good. The top three were all taken by the girls.

If Melting Point Media continues to report the second season of Grassroots Singer King, I hope the male contestants can perform well and give us a big sigh of relief! "

The five male students blushed and lowered their heads.

Although very unconvinced, but lost is lost.

In fact, they didn't know that No.4 Gao Lin got 17105545 votes, not much worse than the third runner-up Song Tianzhen.

Even the votes of the next five students did not differ too much.

Cheng Peng, who was at the bottom, also had 15986346 votes.

It was only more than 15990078 votes less than Jiangzhu Gerile's 3000 votes. It can be said that the loss was very aggrieved.

Chong Yang, who ranked fifth, had 16584499 votes.

Except for No.1 Lin Guoer who won without suspense, the votes of the others were very close.

Whoever wins and who loses has a lot of luck.

The three mentors walked to the center of the stage and hugged several contestants one by one.

"The first season of the Grassroots Singer Competition was very successful. There are no losers tonight. All the students can leave with their heads held high. From the moment you step on this stage, you are already a winner."

This is Li Changan's speech at the closing ceremony.

Chicken soup for the soul, if you don't know how to do it, you can ask those people in the administration department to make a draft, and you just need to memorize it.

"Chang'an said it very well. I don't know what the other two mentors have to say!" The seasoned Bi Hongjian, of course, would not neglect Liu Tianwang and Yu Miaoyan.

Yu Miaoyan took the microphone, pondered for a while and said:

"I just want to say that if the second season of Grassroots Singer is held and Li Changan is the mentor, I will not participate again!"

Uh!
Li Changan's smile froze on his face.

The audience in the audience looked at each other in blank dismay. Is this internal strife in Melting Point Media?
Li Changan and Yu Miaoyan tore their faces apart, and the two parted ways.

This should be a hot topic on Weibo tomorrow.

Bi Hongjian remained calm. He felt that with Yu Miaoyan's emotional intelligence in the entertainment industry for so many years, even if she was dissatisfied with Li Changan, it was unlikely to show it in public.

"Miaoyan, what do you mean by that?"

Yu Miaoyan smiled wryly:
"Because his existence is the biggest injustice. I don't want to do a show with someone who is shameless and cheats."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that what she meant was what she meant, and she didn't have any trouble with Li Chang'an and MP Media.

This disappointed those who were dissatisfied with Melting Point Media.

Why not fight among yourself.

Li Changan patted his chest exaggeratedly:
"Sister Miaoyan, you scared me!"

Liu Furong interjected:

"Count me in, what I want to say is the same as Miao Yan."

"Brother Rong, you are adding insult to injury, do you know that?"

"I don't know." Liu Furong raised his head and said:

"I only know that next time you come to be a mentor, even if you use eight sedan chairs, I will not come!"

The audience roared with laughter:
"Yes, clean up the black sheep Li Changan, he is a bug that affects the fairness of the game."

Li Changan had a bitter face, could this also cause public anger?
Amidst the laughter, the first season of the Grassroots Singer Competition came to a successful conclusion.

Holding the award certificate and trophy, Lin Guoer hurried home.

She wanted to share this joy with her parents as soon as possible.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

Opening the anti-theft door, Lin Guoer couldn't help but screamed.

"Come back when you come back, why are you shouting so loudly, I'm not deaf!"

Father's voice was as rigid and serious as ever.

The only difference from usual is that he didn't go to bed early today.

Lin Guoer didn't take it seriously, her father has always been like this.

Mrs. Lin walked over quickly, and said in a low voice with a smile:
"Guo'er, your dad looks like that, don't take it to heart."

"No, Mom, don't I understand Dad's temper?"

Mrs. Lin took her daughter's arm, patted the back of her hand holding the trophy a few times, and pouted in Lao Lin's direction.

Lin Guoer understood, and happily handed over the trophy:

"Dad, I won an award, No.1!"

Mrs. Lin hurriedly said:
"We know, after watching the live broadcast, your dad specially recharged as a member of Qianqian.com just for this."

"Ahem..." Lao Lin coughed loudly, as if blaming his wife for rushing to talk.

Mrs. Lin, mother and daughter looked at each other with a smile in their eyes.

"Damn old man, you will suffer for your face!"

Lin Kun glanced casually, shook his head disdainfully and said:

"This trophy is ugly!"

"How ugly!" Lin Guoer couldn't help distinguishing:

"This is the image of a small grass. The yellow leaves made of platinum on the top symbolize the withered leaves, and the roots made of green emerald below indicate the thriving vitality."

"Vulgar!" Lao Lin didn't bother to argue, left a comment, got up and went back to his bedroom.

Madam Lin glanced at the bedroom door and said in a low voice:

"Guo'er, don't listen to that dead old man, he's just a cooked duck—only the mouth is hard."

"I know!" Ling Guo'er's big eyes were shining brightly.

"From the moment I entered the house, my father's eyes were fixed on the trophy in my hand, which proved that he cared about me!"

"That's right!" Mrs. Lin glanced back, and said in a lower voice:

"Guo'er, you don't know, because of the competition you participated in, your father first called his favorite student Li Chang'an himself, and then asked Dean Bai of the college to be the administrator of the school forum, just to get votes for you! "

Ling Guoer was taken aback.

It was beyond her expectation that her father could do this.

"Old lady, why don't you come back to sleep quickly!"

Lin Kun's dissatisfied voice came from the bedroom.

"Here we come!" Mrs. Lin agreed, and hurried back to the bedroom.