Almighty Star Daddy

Han Mo didn't know that there was another pair of eyes behind him to pay attention to himself, so he simply said a few words to Liu Xiaoqing and went back to the lounge at No. 7.

Just sitting down in the lounge, Meng Si's little assistant came back from the outside with a squeak.

"You're all sick, right now, the first thing anyone asks when they see me is does Han Mo still sing folk songs today?" The little assistant walked on the chair beside the sofa and continued angrily, "What's wrong with singing folk songs? Brother Han can win the championship even if he sings folk songs."

The more the assistant talked, the more angry he became. He also saw a lot of negative comments on the Internet these days. Although he was half of the entertainment industry, these things should be taken lightly. Which artist in the company has no negative news, but the key is Now the little assistant is a big fan of Han Mo, and being scolded as an idol is more uncomfortable than being scolded by himself.

The little assistant leaned over to Han Mo, "Brother Han, don't be afraid, let's sing a folk song, it's nice, my little brother supports you." The little assistant was originally a timid and honest person. These days, he has gotten to know Han Mo well, and he has become bolder in speaking.

Han Mo looked at the serious-faced assistant, paused, and squeezed out a word from his pursed lips, "Okay."

Although he only replied with one word, the assistant was even more energetic, "Brother Han, those who say you will be eliminated are all jealous of you, I suspect it is the ghost of the people from Jinda Entertainment, look at their Song Qing today , he just sings folk songs, what does that mean? I've analyzed it..." Before the little assistant could finish speaking, Meng Si, who was circling back and forth, stretched his leg and gave him a kick.

The little assistant was talking vigorously, when he was kicked suddenly, a fire arose in his heart, and he turned back suddenly with anger in his eyes...

"Meng, Mr. Meng..." He laughed instantly.

Meng Si put his hands on his hips and said impatiently, "Don't babble, people who listen are annoying."

The anger in the assistant's eyes instantly turned into grievance, "I'm not doing this for Brother Han, I feel angry."

"There is a fire in my heart and I sit in the corner, it's cool there." Meng Si casually pointed to the corner, and the little assistant was stunned for a while, sitting still. Meng Si Deng narrowed his eyes, "You stinky boy don't hurry up."

The little assistant reluctantly got up and walked to the lonely chair in the corner.

There is no one who is upset like Meng Sifan. He is Han Mo's manager. Any negative news is handled by him in the public relations. He is the happiest when Han Mo's performance is good in the competition. If there is a problem with Han Mo, he will be most worrying.

It is conceivable that a small assistant will be besieged and questioned constantly. As the owner of Sichen Media and the manager of the popular singer of the competition, Meng Si has been drowned by a lot of saliva. Even some high-level executives in Apple TV took the initiative to inquire about Han Mo's situation with Meng Si. After all, this show was the guarantee of the audience's ratings during this period of time. As the most popular singer, Apple TV also attached great importance to Han Mo.

Therefore, Meng Si was anxious and didn't dare to say it in front of Han Mo. After all, before the game, he talked too much for fear that his mood would be affected, but he was also troubled by his own heart, and he was driven away after hearing the little assistant talking endlessly.

Meng Si sat in the position of the assistant just now and whispered, "It's okay, I'm not worried about you at all."

At this time, the stage outside was already brightly lit, and the game began.

The bursts of applause proved that the singer came on and off the stage. Meng Si put his arms around his chest and sat upright on the edge of the sofa, waiting for the assistant choreographer to inform them of waiting.

Player No. 5 was over, the staff informed Han Mo to wait, and Meng Si suddenly stood up.

The two walked side by side in the corridor leading to the waiting area, Meng Si coughed lightly, "Well, it's fine, I'm not worried about you at all."

Han Mo suddenly stopped, looked at Meng Si helplessly, and said indifferently, "You have said this six times."

Meng Si was stunned, not knowing that he had said it so many times, he laughed, "This shows that I really have confidence in you."

Han Mo didn't speak.

Shaking his head, he continued to walk forward.

Meng Si pouted and whispered, "Is there so many times?" He quickly caught up with Han Mo, "That, today's song?"

Meng Si suddenly remembered that he only knew the name of the song that Han Mo was going to sing, but he didn't know what kind of song it was.

Han Mo knew in his heart what Meng Sihan was asking, and deliberately sold it off, "You'll find out in a while."

"Hey, you stink this kid." Meng Si raised his eyebrows.

Not only Meng Si, everyone in front of the stage is looking forward to Han Mo's song type in this game, because there are too many topics on the Internet that Han Mo can only sing ballads, and there are waves of negative predictions, many of which are Some Internet big Vs, if they tell a lie a thousand times, will become true, and they will be believed by others, not to mention the true and false things that the audience can't distinguish at all.

Some people are worried about Han Mo, and some people are in a state of watching a good show.

"I don't know what kind of song Han Mo sings today." Zhai Xu asked Lei Jia next to him with a smile on his lips.

"No matter what you sing, the quality is the most important." Lei Jia sweated for Han Mo. He knew the rules of the game too well. No one would pay attention to you if you were down there. , too many people want to see you make a fool of yourself, if Han Mo, who has been No. 1 in two consecutive games, cannot maintain this advantage in this one. Even if it falls to the second place and the third place, there will be people who will ruthlessly fall into the trap, and the words will be as unpleasant and unpleasant as they will be.

Lei Jia's words were obviously not confident, because no one knew what song Han Mo sang, Zhai Xu threw the words to another guest judge, "Shu Ya, you said that if Han Mo still sings folk songs this time, he will still be singing today. Can you be the first?"

If she had asked her two hours earlier, Shu Ya would definitely have spoken for Han Mo, but now she was sulking, too lazy to speak, and did not gnaw.

The sixth singer has finished singing. Except for Song Qing, the other five singers have sung on stage in the previous two shows. I have to say that each singer has made progress. "The Girl with Wings" is a classic, but it also suits her voice very well, both in terms of singing level and stage presence. The songs chosen by Ye Lizhi obviously took advantage of the pitch of his own voice. Through the last two competitions, the singers also had an understanding of the songs that their opponents were good at, and they were also trying to find opportunities to make their strengths more prominent.

Li Manli on the stage continued to interact with the guest judges, and the audience was already ready to move, talking in a low voice.

"The first six singers sang really well today. Han Mo is going to appear. I don't know what to sing."

"Isn't it all said on the Internet that he can only sing ballads? It's probably still ballads."

"Song Qing's folk songs are already very good, and they are also singer-songwriters. If Han Mo is still a folk song, it will be a bit... tsk tsk."

"If it's still a folk song, it won't be at the bottom, and the first is absolutely impossible."

Wang Qian and Guo Tao stood on the side of the stage, deliberately pinching and waiting for Han Mo to appear. Both of them had serious expressions.

"Guo Tao, do you think Han Mo can continue to be No. 1 today?" Wang Qian hopes that Han Mo will still be No. 1, but she doesn't know what to do, so she wants to pull Guo Tao together to give a positive answer, so that she can feel more at ease.

Guo Tao shook his head, "I don't think so. Folk songs are small after all."

Wang Qian didn't know what to do, but now she feels even colder. When she saw Weike just now, someone came up with a prediction for this game. She said that the prediction was actually a bet on Han Mo's ranking. Many people thought that Han Mo was impossible. Continue to be the first, and even vote for the third, and the fourth place is mostly, and some people say that Han Mo is consuming popularity every time he plays, and the ranking will only get worse.

Wang Qian looked at the direction of the stage and clenched her hands a little. Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the host ended.

The lights came on again, and Han Mo was already standing in the center of the stage.

Han Mo still held the guitar and still had a mic.

"Why, let me tell you, it's still a folk song. Ha." Someone in the audience said in a low voice.

Some sighed, some pouted in disappointment, and some shook their heads.

Han Mo turned his head slightly towards the band on the side of the stage and nodded.

He adjusted the position of the mic and looked ahead.

The band's guitar sounded, the hi-hat of the drum set sounded, and the magnetic penetrating voice of Han Mo suddenly came out along with the music.

"How many times have I fallen on the road, how many times have I broken my wings, now I no longer feel hesitant, I want to transcend this ordinary life..."

The drum beat gradually became stronger, and Han Mo's slender fingers moved on the guitar, raising his chin slightly.

Suddenly, all the spotlights on both sides of the stage shot down at the same time, intertwined with the sprayed dry ice and white mist, and the stage special effects and Han Mo's voice broke out at the same time.

"I want a life in full bloom, like flying in the vast sky..."

The audience off the stage was shocked.

Rock! Han Mo sang rock this time.

Following this climax, everyone couldn't help standing up and slapped their hands hard.