Zhang Huan's ticket was specially given by the organizer. Not only he had it, but also by the other three mentors, but they didn't need it very much. If Han Yumian hadn't spoken, his ticket would have been left for internal personnel.

The tutors were talking, and Zhang Huan stared at her bored chin. The seats No. 7 and No. 8 were still familiar faces. He was right. His students seemed to have special feelings for these two people.

In the audience, Xu Yan didn't get the snacks from Xu Wu, but was stabbed by his arm. When Zhang Huan saw it, he couldn't help but smile and think: "Brother and sister, it's good to behave!"

He was looking at Xu Yan, as if he wanted to see what else this young man was praised besides his appearance.

Backstage.

At the official request, Han Yumian became more and more eye-catching with the help of a makeup artist. She is really beautiful, which many girls admit from the bottom of their hearts.

A girl sitting next to her pulled the seat and moved a little closer: "Sister Mianmian, where did you go just now? I'm going to talk to you!"

From the mirror, you can see that this is a cute baby-faced girl, and the princess dress she is wearing seems to tell others that she is the incarnation of the little princess in the fairy tale.

She is an acquaintance Han Yumian met during the competition. Although she rarely communicates, she would greet each other when she met.

"I was a little bored just now, go out for some ventilation." Han Yumian replied.

"Are you nervous?" The baby-faced girl opened her big round eyes.

“Some.”

"You don't need to be nervous! You will definitely be shortlisted. Look at me, although I only lead the opponent by 8,000 votes, I am not nervous at all!" The girl said with a smile, but it was not difficult to feel that she had strong confidence in her words.

"You sing yourself into the great devil in our minds, you know that we don't want to meet you!"

That's right, a song that is always on the new song list is stable. If the comments of more than 100,000 yuan can turn into saliva, they will probably drown their opponents. How can they have the chance to go on stage to sing?

"To be honest, it's such a good song. I've learned it now, but I can't sing your feelings!"

The girl was sincerely moved, her eyes were full of envy, and of course, she also had a hint of normal little jealousy.

Han Yumian treated the praises in front of him calmly, but when he said that, he smiled implicitly, with a light dimples rising from his lips, revealing a look of reserve and self-respect.
Chapter completed!