Hearing Gong Nanbei's tone, Wang Mong-jiao said curiously: "Is it difficult?"

Gong Nanbei shook his head and said, "It's not difficult to arrive."

Wang Mong Kok became more interested when he heard this and asked with a smile: "Come on, let's talk, what are the requirements for the finals?"

Gong Nanbei thought about what the three judges said before, and then he recounted.

"The song must be original! The finals do not provide soundtracks, you need to lead the band yourself, and the two contestants need to reveal them in the finals"

Wang Mong Kok nodded and said, "This is not too much."

Gong Nanbei frowned slightly and said, "I feel that it's not more than singing, but more popularity!"

Wang Mong Kok laughed and said, "What are you afraid of more than popularity? With your current fame and popularity, I dare not say anything else, and the ordinary front line may not be able to suppress you!"

Gong Nanbei nodded and said, "But my identity has been exposed. The other party must know that I am Gong Nanbei. How do you guess they will deal with it?"

Wang Mong Kok thought for a while and said, "Please help sing!"

Gong Nanbei nodded and said, "Yes, this is the problem. The program team doesn't care about the quality of the songs at all, they just care about the popularity!"

Wang Mong Kok smiled and said, "That's for sure! Now is such an era of traffic, and everyone is in line with traffic and popularity! And you are one of them now!"

Gong Nanbei sighed, and after more than ten minutes, the car drove into the underground parking lot and several people returned to the hotel room.

After Gong Nanbei changed his clothes, Wang Wangjiao asked: "It's a week now. Since the program team's rules have been completed, let's follow the rules. First of all, what are your requirements for the band?"

Gong Nanbei shook his head and said, "I haven't even thought about singing that song in the finals now, so don't mention the band."

Wang Wangjiao nodded and said, "Didn't you say before, will the other party ask for help sing? That's actually simple, let's just ask for help sing along!"

Gong Nanbei shook his head and said, "I know King Han Tianwang! But just such a small show. If King Han comes to sing for him, it would be too useless and would make King Han lose the price. We can't afford this favor!"

Wang Mong Kok also nodded. Indeed, with the relationship between Gong Nanbei and Han Yiming, as long as Gong Nanbei opens his mouth, Han Yiming will definitely come to help, but the problem is that such a small program is not worthy of Gong Nanbei wasting favors.

Wang Haoxuan, who was standing beside him, interrupted at this time: "Brother Gong, in the music industry, there are many people who want to know you!"

Wang Mong-koo slapped his thigh and said, "Yes! Why did I go to a dead end? Haoxuan is right. With your talented lyricist and songwriter, plus the reputation of writing songs for King Han and Wang Qingyu, it is not easy to find someone to cooperate with. Even if you didn't know each other before, it would be nothing!"

After thinking about it, Gong Nanbei shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's a big trouble. Let's just look for a band."

Wang Mong Kok said speechlessly: "Are you not afraid that your opponent will be more famous than you and will beat you?"

Gong Nanbei stretched out and said, "I was here to play. If I lose, I will lose. It's nothing bad. After the program is finished, I quickly went back to Hengdian. I haven't taken care of my dishes for so long. I don't know if I've been bullied to death by grass."

“…”

“…”

The people in the room were speechless. Let’s discuss the finals of the "Masked Supernova" and you will discuss the dishes in your yard with me?

Gong Nanbei was lying on the sofa and began to think, what are the more distinctive singing in the finals?

Rock? Pop?

Gong Nanbei thought of a lot of songs in his head, and suddenly he suddenly remembered a song he liked very much in his previous life. He turned to look at Wang Mong Kok and said, "Do you know the one who plays the horse head fiddle?"

Wang Mong Kok was stunned, then frowned and said, "I have a lot of fun in the circle, I have to find someone to inquire."

Then he realized: "Do you have an idea?"

Gong Nanbei smiled and nodded, "Yes, I sing a folk song this time!"

Wang Mong Kok thought about it and said, "Okay, then I'll help you contact me!"

After Wang Mong Kok finished speaking, he walked aside and started rummaging through the address book, wanting to see if there are any suitable people inside.

Gong Nanbei began to hum a melody gently. The song he wanted to sing was called "Anhe Bridge"!

As he hummed, he fell asleep unknowingly.

These days, he spent almost all his time learning acting in the mirror space.

The rest of the time he spent on Mango TV to record a program. Although he was in a system and his body would not be tired, he was not a robot after all, and mental fatigue was inevitable.

This is like a normal person dreaming every night, and he doesn't get a good rest.

"North and South, I found..."

Halfway through Wang Wangjiao's words, he saw Gong Nanbei who was sleeping heavily on the sofa.

His eyes were complicated, he sighed softly, walked to the bedroom and took out a blanket for Gong Nanbei to cover it. He looked at Wang Haoxuan and Wei Shu who were still in the room, and he whispered.

"Let's go, let him rest for a while, he's quite tired during this period."

The other two nodded, took them carefully to the door, and returned to their own rooms.

When Gong Nanbei woke up, it was already midnight.

After looking at the blanket on his body and the empty room, Gong Nanbei was still a little confused, and then he realized that this should be because Wang Mong Kok wanted him to have a good rest.

He yawned and went to wash up, and fell asleep when he returned to the room. He really needed rest now.

......

The next morning, Gong Nanbei was woken up by a powerful biological clock.

Brush your teeth, wash, and order breakfast.

The goods in the room next to him followed the food delivery staff and started eating and drinking with shame.

There are thousands of kinds of breakfast, only meat buns are the most loved by Gong Nanbei, especially beef buns. One bite is so delicious~

After breakfast, Gong Nanbei sat on the sofa with no image to pick his teeth.

Wang Haoxuan said: "I'll contact you with the musicians of the horse-head fiddle. It is said that they are an old senior in the musician world, and the appearance fee is not low!"

Gong Nanbei nodded and said, "The price is no problem, it's mainly because it has strength!"

Gong Nanbei only has the skills of intermediate soundtracks, but he can do it, but he is definitely not proficient in it. Professional matters must be left to professionals.

"What about other band players? What else do you need?"

Gong Nanbei pondered for a moment and said, "I still need Guzheng, Chinese drum, African drum, drummer, guitarist, keyboardist"

Wang Mong Kok nodded and said, "These are easier to find. When will they come here?"

"Yeah, these two days"

"Okay, I'll contact you now"

Gong Nanbei stretched out and flipped the toothpick into the trash can.

I turned around and took the paper and started writing the music score.

Since you are cooperating with the band, rehearsals are bound to be indispensable. Now write the music well and it will be convenient to rehearse after the band arrives.
Chapter completed!