Seeing that the two of them became more and more fierce, everyone hurriedly stepped forward and pulled them away.

Lan Xi grabbed two red marks on Che Yu's face, and he looked a little funny.

Wanshicai, who was originally at the front desk, also walked in. When he saw Ye Fan, he also showed a look of surprise. Then he shouted to everyone with a stern face: "What the hell is it! I'm recording the show! If you don't want to record it, go back quickly!"

Lan Xi said angrily: "Who is surnamed Wan, I will ask you whether you care about this matter or not. Che Yu dares to find someone to block Ye Fan. If this tm is in the finals, will he buy a murderer?"

All the money became gloomy and looked at Lan Xi with a little chill, then asked Che Yu, "Is this a matter?"

Che Yu naturally couldn't admit it, "Hmph, don't listen to her nonsense, just show evidence!"

"Damn, you are shameless, I'm xxxxxxx (10,000 swear words are omitted here)." Lan Xi was pulled by Ye Fan and still scolded Che Yu.

Wanshicai glanced at Ye Fan's wound, and then asked in a cold tone: "Can you still compete?"

Ye Fan nodded without saying a word.

"Hmph, then hurry up and prepare, you will be the next one. If you dare to make trouble, I will disqualify him from participating!" After saying that, Wanshicai walked out of the backstage and did not look at Cha Yu in depth.

"Ph! Dog stuff!"

Lan Xi spat, then returned to the position angrily. I don’t know if she was scolding Che Yu, Wan Shicai, or both.

Ye Fan said to her helplessly: "My sister, please calm down first, I'll go on stage to compete first." After that, he whispered to He Jieyou: "Look at Sister Lan Xi, I will deal with what I told her myself, and that kid will be dealt with sooner or later."

He Jieyou nodded, and Ye Fan came to the stage with confidence.

After Ye Fan left, the atmosphere in the background suddenly became very awkward, and everyone subconsciously became a little far away from Che Yu.

Che Yu was also depressed, and the place on his face was still so painful that he was caught by Lan Xi. I wonder if he would be in the future.

Leave scars.

Lan Xi was still frustrated in the seat and looked at He Jieyou with resentment: "You are sitting there, not angry at all!"

He Jieyou was still smiling at Ye Fan on the stage, but today's smile was a little weird and dark. He whispered: "How do you know I'm not angry?"

On the stage, Ye Fan went on stage in a mess. At this time, a big cut was cut on his cuff, revealing the gauze inside. His pants and clothes were covered with blood and dust.

"What are you doing? Is Ye Fan a performance art?"

"Is this for the performance of the show, or is it a miserable thing?"

In the audience whispered.

Ning Feng asked in confusion: "Ye Fan, are you okay?"

Ye Fan shook his head, signaling that he was fine, picked up the microphone and prepared to sing.

"Hey! Mr. Fan is about to start singing!"

"If I don't listen, I've gone to the bathroom. I won't listen to the songs that are sung by such people, no matter how good they sound."

"What are you talking about? What's wrong with Master Fan?"

"Haha, you didn't read the post online at first sight, right? Ye Fan used to be not just a scumbag, but also a male public relations officer."

"Damn, Ye Fan is such a person?"

"If you don't listen, take me one in the bathroom!"

The whispers of the audience below were particularly harsh in the quiet studio.

An audience member suddenly stood up and said loudly, "Hey, go down!"

In such competitions, if there is a spectator, the security guard will use a laser pen to illuminate the audience's eyes to show a warning. If the other party continues to make trouble, the security guard will drive him out directly and add his name to the blacklist.

But today, when I heard the audience's shouting, the security guard was unmoved and seemed to have not seen it. This was obviously an arrangement of some people.

Ning Feng and Qi Heng both frowned, only Ke Li looked like he was laughing at him.

Suddenly, Ye Fan suddenly felt that the microphone in his hand was a little heavy. For some reason, he didn't have the strength to take it to his mouth.

He can accept any shady situation calmly, or face the design frame-up of the other party directly, and even if he is injured, he still has to persist in the competition.

But why, who can tell him why? When he hears the ridicule of the audience who originally liked him, he will feel unprecedentedly tired.

Do you know me? Do you really know what kind of person I am? If you have never really understood me, then why do you have to make a conclusion about me like this?

Is this really the entertainment industry I once yearned for? Is this place full of intrigue, really going to stay?

Haha, okay, since you think I'll leave so much, I won't stay there.

At this moment, Ye Fan made a decision. He was tired, really tired.

"I announce, withdraw..." Ye Fan was about to finish his withdrawal from the competition, and a loud shout interrupted him.

"Ye Fan, come on!" In the audience, a long-haired girl with a hat and sunglasses suddenly stood up and called.

The security guard was about to take a laser pen to photograph the girl, but suddenly, many viewers in the audience stood up and shouted: "Come on Ye Fan!"

The girl raised her head, and more and more spectators who supported Ye Fan also stood up to cheer Ye Fan up.

"Master Fan, come on!"

"come on!"

The shouts resounded throughout the studio and also in Ye Fan's heart.

Ye Fan suddenly laughed because he recognized the girl who stood up first, and because he saw so many viewers supporting him.

I'm no longer an unknown person?

Ye Fan took a deep breath and gave up his distracting thoughts. He gestured to the band teacher and signaled the singing to begin. The audience suddenly became quiet.

Come on, you are curious about what kind of person I am? What kind of person do you think I am? Let me tell you, what kind of person I am!

The piano sounded, and the stage lights dimmed, leaving only a circle of small light bulbs around Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was bathed in the darkness and the sound of the piano. He slowly spoke: "A person as outstanding as me should have lived a brilliant life, but why has it been floating in the sea of ​​people for more than 20 years?"

The sound of the piano mixed with Ye Fan's singing floated in the studio. Every note sounded, like a drop of rain fell, hitting everyone's hearts.

Like…a person like you?

All the audience listened to the song silently, and even a few people who were about to go to the bathroom were stunned.

Ye Fan continued to sing: "A person as smart as me has long said goodbye to simplicity. Why did he still use a relationship to exchange for scars?"

The piano sound gradually became excited, but it seemed to have gone from sobs in a low voice to crying loudly. Ye Fan also sang loudly: "How many people have you seen who are confused like me, who are looking for like me, who are mediocre and me!"

The audience in the audience couldn't help but cover their mouths. People like you? People like you should have shined with glory, but why, why?

"A vulgar person like me never likes to pretend to be deep. Why do people who occasionally hear old songs suddenly become confused? A coward like me has to keep a little bit of everything, but why did they ever think about trying to do whatever they want to do for someone!"

Do you want to know what kind of person I am? I am selfish and selfless, swaying and firm, affectionate and affectionate, honest but hypocritical.

Talk like a madman, think like a philosopher, live like a gangster, but sing like a poet.

I am such a contradiction. Do you... still support me?

Ye Fan sang in a trembling voice, "How many people have you seen who are confused like me, who are looking for like me, who are mediocre like me! How many people are there in the world who are lonely like me, who are stupid like me, who are unwilling to be ordinary like me!"

The piano sound stopped suddenly, but Ye Fan on the stage still remained motionless.

"Will anyone feel sorry for someone as inexplicable as me?"

Actually, I was deeply touched when I wrote this chapter. Some people said they didn’t like the protagonist’s cowardly appearance in the early stage, so I used this chapter to illustrate. Everyone is a combination of contradictions, brave and cowardly... As for those who still don’t like it... it doesn’t matter, you don’t like me, I don’t like you yet.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!