Why can't the lead singer control himself

Qin Dongwen's words.

In the second half of the sentence, Zheng Hao admits that he knows that he is not stable in singing, and that he is prone to impulsiveness during performances is also correct.

But as for the first half of the sentence.

Zheng Hao replied hoarsely: "I can apologize to the staff, but I don't apologize for changing the lyrics. Respect is mutual."

Even if it was such a sentence, he looked at Lin Zhangzhang's eyes and said it carefully.

According to himself, he might have called the chief director and producer to confront him face-to-face, regardless of whether he is an ace producer or a giant platform.

The program team was also afraid of what he would say next. In the ears of the host, the chief director's voice had been arguing for a long time. He could only interrupt Qin Dongwen who wanted to continue the debate, and said directly:

"Whether it is rock music or hip-hop, it is a music culture that encourages free expression, so our program also respects everyone's improvisation.

But the competition is still a competition, and the next step is to see how the music critics and audience judge on the scene. "

Voting is a scoring system, everyone has the right to vote, choose to vote or not to vote.

There is a 1-minute voting time. Before the timing, you cannot see the total number of votes, but only the votes of music critics.

But Zheng Hao didn't look at it either, and kept his head down, not knowing why he was in a daze.

Qin Dongwen hesitated to speak, seeing Zheng Hao's attitude, he still didn't give a vote of approval in the end.

Before the results of the vote count came out, the host came to another sequence as usual:

"Actually, this number of votes can only represent the choice of the audience. For our Summer Ice Fan Band and Xianyu, there must be more audiences who like and appreciate them and did not come to the venue.

Those of you who weren't there don't have to regret it, you still have a chance to vote for them.

After the broadcast of this episode, click on the official Weibo of the show, and you can find the voting channel. If any musicians are eliminated today, you can use your own methods to win the resurrection qualification for them. "

Zheng Hao licked his back molars, lowered his head and thought, the so-called online voting and his own method is to buy the sponsor's snacks, buy a pack and you can vote for one vote.

There are topics to talk about, and money can be made. This is the "common sense" he learned after participating in this program. It turns out that many talent shows and competitions are played like this.

But he was really annoying, not only him, but everyone in their band.

Zheng Hao and Li Minghui Gu Yao looked at each other. Chen Xiyue was not on stage, but he had already expressed his meaning.

The host said: "Okay, the timer is over, then we will announce the final number of votes for Summer Ice Fan Band and Salted Fish."

Zheng Hao raised his hand: "I want to say something first."

The host was stunned for a moment, before the numbers on the screen came out, Zheng Hao rushed to say:

"I want to say one thing before the votes are counted.

No matter what the result is today, I would like to announce on behalf of our band that we will give up the qualification for resurrection. "

There was an uproar in the audience, and Xianyu was also stunned.

He added:

"One more thing. This is a joint decision of our band, but it doesn't mean Xianyu. He is a very talented rapper. I hope he can go further."

"This..." The host couldn't react.

Under the stage, Lin Zhangzhang was already detached from the world, Qin Dongwen crossed his arms and expressed his dissatisfaction with body language.

Wang Minghai was so shocked that he stood up. He knew how ambitious Zheng Hao was, so he was naturally puzzled by his announcement.

But he doesn't know what's going on behind the scenes.

Lin Yifeng next to him seemed to have realized something, and pulled him so he didn't let him speak.

After Zheng Hao finished speaking, he put down the microphone. Li Minghui went over and put one hand on his shoulder, and patted Gu Yao with the other. The audience was Chen Xiyue hiding behind the lights.

Several people stand together from far or near.

They finished filming and made this decision together before going on stage, it was not a whim.

Faced with all kinds of pressure, this is the way they can find with the least loss.

If there is no way to put up resistance on the surface, and you don’t want to force yourself to continue to accept these arrangements, then give a performance to the audience, and then you don’t need to talk about the cause and effect behind it, just leave decisively.

Worse than eating a fly is continuing to swallow it.

What's more, Zheng Hao thought to himself, if they withdraw from the competition and have nothing to do with the show, then Wan Jingjing's matter should not be of any hype value to these people.

The scene of the show fell into chaos again.

Of course, everything is actually a foregone conclusion. The number of votes is announced, and no surprise is the score below the elimination line.

There is no way for the program group to force them to stay. The band does not want to continue the competition, and they cannot be tied back to continue singing.

One farce, two episodes.

Zheng Hao finally bid farewell to this "challenge".

Lying on the big bed that had been neglected for a long time at night, his sleepy eyelids were shaking, but there was still something important to tell Wan Jingjing.

The video call was connected, and Wan Jingjing was walking by the seaside, looking in a good mood, and showed him several giant mosquito bites on his legs.

"So you still have to live with me. When the two of us are together, the mosquitoes come running to me." Zheng Hao chatted with him, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere. He kept his words in his heart, but didn't open his mouth.

Wan Jingjing was walking and chatting with him. It was probably a bit noisy there. I didn't hear that Zheng Hao's voice was not right, and he was still struggling with mosquitoes: "Aren't you going to be alright when you go camping that day?"

"That's because someone gave me a mosquito repellent lamp," Zheng Hao said, "And I was bitten, but you didn't know it."

Wan Jingjing laughed softly, he didn't ask about the show.

Instead, he said, "Today, I told my dad about the two of us."

"Ah? Why is it so sudden? You didn't get scolded, did you?"

Zheng Hao was a little taken aback. Seeing that Wan Jingjing was hiding everything else from his family, he thought that this relationship should be done step by step, and he was even ready to be scolded by his father-in-law.

But it was a bit of a surprise.

"No", Wan Jingjing said, his father was more open-minded than Zheng Hao imagined: "I came out to my family a long time ago, and the art circle is not surprised by these things, and he didn't intervene very much.

As for our matter, I guess he has heard about it a long time ago, this time I just took the initiative to confess. "

"Really?" Zheng Hao didn't believe it. The old professor sounded old-fashioned. Even if he could accept his son's sexual orientation, he couldn't accept it...

"Your dad, what impression does our dad have of me? I shouldn't be the kind to satisfy our dad, right?"

Wan Jingjing smiled again: "Do you think my dad still cares about these things of me now?"

The atmosphere in one sentence is a bit heavy, and Zheng Hao oops twice, not knowing what to say to comfort.

On the other hand, Wan Jingjing said indifferently: "You're kidding, my dad had already expected it, so he didn't say anything, and besides professional things, he really doesn't care about me."

"Well, that's fine. I want to make a better first impression before explaining to the old man. You are in a hurry." Zheng Hao muttered.

"Isn't this for the sake of letting you have no worries?" Wan Jingjing walked to the door of a cold drink shop, sat on the steps, put the phone screen in front of him, and said gently:

"Let's talk? What kind of monster are you doing today?"

"You know everything?" Zheng Hao asked weakly.

"I have internal responses." Wan Jingjing said, "However, I still want to hear from you."

"Damn, Maggie told you, right?" Zheng Hao thought about it,

"That's what happened.

……

Anyway, it was pre-determined to be eliminated. We all felt that if we left, we would be voted back, and then accompany them to perform this show. It would be really boring and aggrieved.So forget it. "

He explained the causes and consequences of his retirement, but he didn't mention the issue of preparations. It's a big deal, so we have to talk about it slowly.

But I was also worried. Although Wan Jingjing said that it would make him more free, saying and doing were different.

When Wan Jingjing cleaned up the mess for him in the past three years, he still vividly remembers the expressions on his face, and guilty conscience has become a conditioned reflex after every stabbing.

But who is Wan Jingjing, he did what he said, and his face didn't change at all after hearing it, he just nodded: "Well, forget it."

Zheng Hao was a little unhappy on the contrary, why was he nervous before, but not nervous at all now?

Like a child who didn't get noticed, he asked timidly, "Are you not worried at all?"

"What is there to worry about? It's useless to worry about it. You made your own decision and never thought of discussing it with me." Wan Jingjing said.

Co-authoring is because of this awkwardness.

Zheng Hao grinned: "Oh, I just feel that I don't want to bother you with these things."

Wan Jingjing's face suddenly turned cold: "Who else do you want to bother me if you don't bother me?"

"I..." Zheng Hao couldn't answer, he just knew that Wan Jingjing was unhappy about this, and he also concealed another serious matter.

If you don't take the initiative to confess, the consequences may be more serious.

"In fact, I still have something to do, that is, when I am preparing for picking today, um, whether it is me or Li Dafu..."

Halfway through the conversation, a call came in, and Zheng Hao hung up without even looking at it.

"What?" Wan Jingjing asked.

"It's okay, just a phone call," Zheng Hao wanted to continue explaining, but the phone interrupted the video call again.

This time he took a look, and the caller was Zhang Zhang.

Zheng Hao's eyelids twitched a little, he couldn't come so fast, could he?

He didn't dare to hang up this time, and picked it up tremblingly——

"Zheng Hao", Lin Zhangzhang was probably frightened, so he didn't say anything, and said first:

"Are you at home now? Let me tell you, don't be impulsive when you see something later, don't post on Weibo, don't answer other people's calls, and don't post on Moments, you understand?"

"What's wrong?" Zheng Hao's throat hurt even more at this time, and he could only speak in a breathless voice.

The answer was similar to what he had guessed.

The two of them were photographed in Hainan, at the entrance of the bar, when Zheng Hao sang to Wan Jingjing.

But that's not what he fears the most.

Zheng Hao asked again: "Is there anything else?"

Lin Zhangzhang said: "The other thing is... well, I told you, don't get excited, Haozi. First of all, let me declare that I definitely don't believe this matter."

"What's the matter?"

Zheng Hao thought to himself, isn't it Wan Jingjing who used to be Stable's guitarist?This is no news to Lin Zhang.

Or just dig out the past between him and Li Dafu?But it was Li Dafu chasing him, so it was nothing.

Unexpectedly, what Lin Zhangzhang said was:

"What's more, someone who claimed to be a classmate of RCM and the others broke the news, saying that Wan Jingjing tried to steal Li Dafu's manuscript back then, and turned the truth upside down, spreading rumors that Li Dafu plagiarized..."