… Hearing what she said, An Liang slowly shook his head and sighed: "I tried to fight, but it was useless. Regarding Chutian, Brother Yan seems to be determined this time."

Hearing what he said, Tong Zhiyun's eyes dimmed.However, she has always had a stubborn personality, and she has always been one-of-a-kind in the main melody music scene in Huaguo.

At this moment, she still showed her elder sister demeanor and took out her phone to call Yan Kuan.

After two or three rings, the phone was quickly connected.

"Xiao Tong, aren't you in a competition, why do you have the time to call me?"

There was a strict and hearty smile.

He and Tong Zhiyun have known each other for many years, so they don't have so much restraint in speaking.

Tong Zhiyun considered her words: "Brother Yan, can you let Chutian..."

Yan Kuan seemed to know what he was going to say, so he joked, "Why, isn't he your competitor?"

Tong Zhiyun simply said: "I admire this kid's talent!"

Unexpectedly, Yan Kuan was more straightforward: "Well, there are talents, but they are immature and need to be beaten."

Tong Zhiyun didn't know that Yan Kuan was talking about the fact that he had made an appointment with Chu Tian, ​​which had been delayed until now.

But it could also be heard that Yan Kuan deliberately made things difficult for Chu Tian tonight.

This is the biggest obstacle for him to take the stage.

In fact, if you think about it differently, you can understand Yan Kuan.

Let me tell you with all my heart and soul, if you want to carry the banner of the Chinese music scene, it is best to write a few national songs for the national team singers with the main theme.

Chutian also agreed well.

Originally, Yan Kuan thought that composing songs was extremely difficult, especially when it involved national style songs, it was even more difficult.

Unexpectedly, in a small Qionghai Music Festival, Chu Tian sang three or four national style songs in one breath.

And it's all original.

This scene made Yan Kuan frown.

Brat, this is a comeback road too smooth.

Of course, Yan Kuan has a deeper meaning in doing so.

That is to help set up greater suspense in the finals of "I Am a Creator" and directly increase the ratings.

Sure enough, in order to prove whether Chutian can advance to the finals, the number of people in the live broadcast room increased by leaps and bounds.

After hanging up the phone, there was nothing Tong Zhiyun could do. She really couldn't figure out why Yan Kuan suppressed Chutian at a critical moment.

On the other side, Yan Kuan's secretary looked at him with doubts.

As Yan Kuan's assistant at work, he clearly knew that Boss Yan admired Chu Tian very much. How could this be?
He tentatively asked, "Do you really want Chutian to miss the finals?"

Yan Kuan waved his hand: "I haven't made up my mind yet."

At this moment, on the stage, the fisherman's singing is over.

Looking at the tired and panting strong man, Xiao Sa didn't even seem to have the desire to interact.

Almost polite, Xiao Sa took the card and was about to announce the last singer to be promoted.

At this moment, the answer is in his hands.

Xiao Sa sent the fisherman off the stage, and then slowly stood in the center of the stage.

Xiao Sa was so nervous that he peeked at it with an exaggerated expression.Following his actions, in the live broadcast room, these fans of Chutian became even more nervous and sweated.

The next moment, Xiao Sa opened the card, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The last singer to advance to the finals is."

Everyone's heart is in the throat.

Only Chutian was still eating fruit in the lounge, in an extremely relaxed state.

Xiao Sa paused for a moment, then continued: "She is, Tong..."

Before he finished speaking, An Liang's voice came directly from his earphones: "Change the candidate to Chutian."

Just such a fluffy sentence completely caused Xiao Sa to short-circuit his thinking for a moment.

What the hell, can this be replaced?

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