With a clamor, the exquisite curtains were pulled open and the dazzling sunlight was reflected in. When passing by the outermost layer of the simple white curtain, the patterns were reflected on the carpet, like lotus flowers blooming.

Han Yumian stepped on the flowers barefoot and opened the window. Suddenly, the scorching air penetrated into her jade-like little nose with the modern smell of the city. She put her hand between her eyebrows and looked northeast. There was a tall building there, which was the most luxurious hotel in the entire Magic City.

There are many things happening today because it is the last game of the knockout round. Although she is sure to advance, her professionalism makes her not want to treat her perfunctorily.

I did a simple maintenance and applied some sunscreen before going out. Han Yumian didn’t like makeup, so I was going to go out at what time to budget. There was no time delay because of makeup.

After the Group D competition is over, Group A will be over. The semi-finals will be over. The semi-finals are very complicated and cannot be over for a month.

This is to add time to Hongxiu so that the time is too tight, and the musicians participating in Hongxiu have no time to compile songs and compose music.

After eating something, Han Yumian drove onto the road. When she passed by a hotel, she couldn't help but linger, so she almost ran into a red light.

When you arrive at the venue, you can see Hongxiu Tianxiang’s promotional posters everywhere. They are already being arranged inside and outside the venue, and will be officially opened in four days.

"Xiao Han, come on." Before entering the training room, Han Yumian was intercepted by Zhang Huan halfway.

"Hongxiu started on Wednesday. The organizer asked you to go up and sing a few words, you can prepare!" Zhang Huan explained why he called her.

Han Yumian had no right to refuse, so he said, "Is the song prepared or is there a requirement?"

Zhang Huan said: "There are requirements, they want you to sing "Southern Mountain Memories".

"Okay, I get it!"

The official is probably to make the opening ceremony more popular, so Han Yumian can understand this arrangement.

"That's it, you go and train." Zhang Huan waved his hand and asked her to come in to prepare for the evening game. He had something to do.

But as soon as he turned around, a timid and faint voice came from behind him: "Guide, tutor..."

There were only two people in the corridor, and only Han Yumian could speak out.

She felt embarrassed to spit out something in her throat. She looked cold and deserted, but now she looked like a little girl who made a mistake. She didn't dare to look up, but just stared at her toes in embarrassment.

In this situation, Zhang Huan frowned, but it quickly stretched out. This seemed to be the first time that the seemingly cold girl in front of her showed such an expression in front of her.

"As a mentor, I should criticize you harshly. What did you sing that night? If I was right, I would still be unable to control myself tonight?"

Zhang Huan's face was slightly solemn, which was inconsistent with his approachable appearance.

Han Yumian's head was getting lower and lower, knowing that he shouldn't ask again: "I'm sorry, mentor."

As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled the door and wanted to leave, but Zhang Huan sighed again:

"What are you going? As a mentor, I shouldn't indulge you. But as a veteran, what can I do? I've kept the tickets for you long ago, but you have to remember that you have to learn to restrain yourself tonight and the opening ceremony, otherwise something will definitely happen in the semi-finals!"

The more Zhang Huan said, the more severe he became, and Han Yumian remained silent.

She also knew very well that those who could reach the semi-finals were not good at all. As long as there was a slight difference, they might miss the opportunity to advance, so she was also trying her best to control herself.

After Zhang Huan's instructions, he returned to his former gentleness and glanced at him and said, "Come and get the ticket."

......

"Baby, why are you cleaning up so early? You'll leave tomorrow, why are you anxious?"

Xu Yan was lying on the sofa watching "The No. 1 in the World", and Xu Wu was packing things back and forth in front of him, which greatly affected the movie viewing experience.

Xu Wu ignored him and did his own thing.

"Tsk tsk tsk, amazing, your expectation for tomorrow has allowed me to see a world-class screenwriter rising!"

"My sister Xiaowu has a big role in making a move!"

Xu Yan smiled aside, but soon, a slipper flew over.

He was not careless and caught it directly, then jumped up with a standard backward jump shot, hitting Xu Wu's face very accurately.

Seeing this, Xu Yan waved his fists and said excitedly:

"Nice! Your brother, I also have the appearance of Mamba!"

However, happiness is only temporary, and there is no reason why some people are scolded and disliked at home.

Three minutes later, Xu Yan covered his eyes and opened the door for Lin Yao. Lin Yao saw his eyes flushed and was surprised.

"You're this?"

Xu Yan rubbed it and said calmly: "Don't ask, it's the great writer's hand that left a brilliant stroke on my face."

Xu Wu is not in the living room, but Lin Yao has already guessed it and said the purpose after making fun of it.

The two made an appointment to register a company, and it is almost time to set off now.

There are actually many processes to register a company, and it cannot be completed in one or two days. Xu Yan used to register a name, and other materials were still planned to be improved at Jiangnan Film and Television City.

In the evening, Xu Yan came back from outside and had not had enough rest, but received a message from Han Yumian.

Draw the boat: Down.

The simple two words were like orders. Xu Yan greeted Xu Wu, who had been impatient to go downstairs.

In the same position, Han Yumian sat elegantly in the car and waited.

"Why do you remember to come and pick us up?"

Xu Yan remembers that he didn't say he came to answer.

Han Yumian said: "Along the way."

"There's a game tonight, you didn't go to practice?"

“No training is required.”

Xu Yan sucked it, and then called it awesome, then buckled his seat belt, turned on his phone and looked at it, and couldn't help but say:

"It's true that there is no need to train. Your online voting has attracted 60,000 votes from your opponent! You can advance if you don't sing tonight, right?"

Han Yumian pursed her lips, but she didn't agree with this statement.

"I seem to have seen you standing at the finals, and those people are rushing to deliver songs to you!" Xu Yan painted a beautiful picture, but Han Yumian was still silent.

"The others are also quite tall! Look at Zhao Shushu and Lu Mengyao in Group B, they are almost the same as Sister Mimian." Xu Wu suddenly pointed to the screen and said.

After hearing this, Xu Yan took a closer look and found that the average strength of Group B was much stronger than that of other groups.

Han Yumian has 100,000 votes, and is more than 70,000 in Group D. The first four in Group B are all around 80,000. The two with the highest ones are not even in line with Han Yumian.

And what is strange is that Group B has polarized, with highs and lows and lows, and some even only 20,000 to 30,000 votes.

"Group B is Wei Meng's team, right?" Xu Yan thought to himself, "Why are the opponents of the top few players not very strong?"

Because the Jiangnan knockout competition system is a competition between teams, everyone will match the members of another team. This situation in Group B is very similar to Tian Ji’s horse racing.

This seems unusual.

However, no matter how unusual they are, they cannot affect Han Yumian. Han Yumian is almost like a god blocking the gods and a Buddha blocking the Buddhas.

Everyone will be flat!

The brother and sister got off the car outside the venue, while Han Yumian rushed back to the backstage.

As soon as he got off the car, Xu Wu saw red ropes and billboards hanging on the street lights and plants in the square.

"Hongxiu Tianxiang is about to start! Now it's full of promotional posters."

In fact, although Jiangnan is mainly engaged in singer talent shows every year, the official focus has always been on Hongxiu. After all, no matter how bad the singer is, he can still make up for it with the post-production revision, but the songs cannot be synthesized in high-tech.
Chapter completed!