Guan Yi frowned and explained: "If we don't want to lose the market here, we can only be one of them. Patriotism is not a joke. There are hundreds of millions of small light blues in the United States, and netizens are easily taken away by public opinion. As long as those people say a few words, buy water troops to guide public opinion, after the fire is on, the official does not even need evidence. If you calm public opinion, you will have to get you out. Misunderstanding? People will not spend precious time listening to your explanation."

"I'm not a disintegrating American statement... I just said that I don't like their songs, and their songs are really not good enough. I'm telling the truth, which is also an objective fact."

"This is a false proposition, you can't prove that their songs are not good enough." Guan Yi retorted.

"I can prove it."

"How do you prove it?"

"As long as I sing my own songs every issue, I will finally get the King of Singers." Han Jue leaned back and stretched his whole body on the sofa.

"Hiss~" Although Xiao Zhou and the others tried their best to shrink themselves in the corner to make themselves look very small and not attracting the attention of the two big men in the confrontation, they still couldn't help but take a breath when they heard Han Jue's crazy words.

【Damn it's crazy, right?】

[Is this crazy for the sake of face?]

They were shocked and complained in their hearts.

Guan Yi looked at Han Jue's seriousness and confidence in his eyes, and instinctively wanted to speak up and mock him, but suddenly remembered the limited memories when he was Han Jue's agent.

Before Han Jue participated in "Tucao Show", he said [don't want to participate], and when he came on stage, he became the best Tucao King in that episode.

Before participating in "Huaxia Hip Hop", he said [just just play around, just try it], but he became a champion candidate. He might even get a ranking if he is not eliminated by the shady scenes.

Now that he is participating in "I"m A Singer", he said seriously [take a singer and beat the entire American music scene]. Why do you feel that this [Jiang Song] is really something in your pocket? Han Jue can really do it?

Guan Yi admitted that he couldn't understand Han Jue. He didn't understand before, and now he didn't understand, and it seemed that he had never understood it before.

But those lessons made Guan Yi know that since he had never understood Han Jue, he could not treat Han Jue according to his previous empiricism. Guan Yi has always been a person who is good at summarizing mistakes.

Guan Yiqing couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you can?"

Han Jue saw the seriousness in Guan Yi's eyes, so he grinned and nodded, licked the corner of his mouth, and said:

"I can."

At the same time, this was the first time in Han Jue's life that he had come to this world and felt that he had the desire to fight.

I used to think that I was just a casual game to participate in this competition, but now I have set a small goal for myself to win the King of Singers, so I have to do my best in every game.

"I don't have the confidence to win the King of Singers in China, but in America, as long as there is no shady scene, I can really win the King of Singers." Han Jue said confidently.

This confident light flashed the eyes of Xiao Zhou and others besides Guan Yi, making them unable to help but cover their eyes.

Have no idea to see.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~"

In silence, the door was knocked.

An American girl leaned in with her work sign and said, "Mr. Han, it's your turn to rehearsal."

"Thank you, I understand." Han Jue nodded in response, but had no intention of leaving immediately.

The girl pursed her lips and closed the door.

Han Jue looked up at the eyes of everyone in the room.

Xiao Zhou, the stylist and others could see Han Jue's seriousness in Han Jue's eyes.

[Isn't you really going to confront the entire American music scene, right?] This idea came out and scared them.

Even if you, Han Jue, can you please speak English, but English is not your native language after all. Yes, you have a popular song in the United States, but which musician in the world can guarantee that several consecutive songs will be sought after? Besides, it is an English song? How many billions of people in the United States are? Is it appropriate to underestimate them?...

Han Jue left the sofa after the girl left, stood up, and said softly to the still quiet team members:

"Just believe me."

Everyone's eyes were complicated and they didn't know how to go back.

"good."

The first person to respond was Guan Yi.

Han Jue liked to hear Guan Yi’s word “Good”. Han Jue smiled, and didn’t care about the others anymore, saying, “Then let’s go.”

Han Jue opened the door and went out first.

Guan Yi held Han Jue's coat and followed closely behind.

After the two left, everyone in the lounge looked at each other.

They read that right, Guan Yi, a person who looks calm and cold, actually believed Han Jue's words and accompanied Han Jue to crazy?

Xiao Zhou looked at the empty door with a complicated expression. Han Jue said it in his heart, but he felt that Han Jue could not accomplish this feat. Every time he won the first place in a new song, impressing the whole of America? Is it possible? It is impossible for you to sing a new song every time. A singer only has two chances to sing his own songs...

Xiao Zhou hesitated to look at the remaining people and asked, "Don't you follow me?"

“???”

Everyone was confused by Xiao Zhou and said, "We are stylists (translation/public relations). Why do we follow the rehearsal? Why don't you follow us as a living assistant?"

"Damn!"

Xiao Zhou was shocked when he heard this. He quickly put on his backpack and thermos, turned around and ran out.

Everyone in the lounge listened to Xiao Zhou's footsteps and was speechless.

Han Jue went to the rehearsal, and the staff of the program team came to the lounge and began to arrange the camera.

"You guys say that, are you serious?" The stylist put the makeup on the dressing table in the lounge, and asked the remaining colleagues in Chinese language without mentioning the specific names and contents.

The PR glanced at the staff who were installing the camera, then picked up the sponsored drink on the table, and sipped it while not caring:

"Who knows. I'm in PR anyway, and I have to make the worst plan whether I succeed or not."

"What do you think?" The translator who was playing with his phone turned around and asked the stylist.

"I think...hey," the stylist turned around and hung Han Jue's clothes one by one, "I think, I should be serious. I really think I can do it. What about you? What do you think?"

"It doesn't matter whether we believe it or not, the facts are the result. Just wait and see, and you will know immediately if you are talking big."

...

On this side, at the rehearsal site, only a little faint light was turned on in the dim stage.

Every singer has an hour of rehearsal time, and Han Jue is the first one.

Kevin arranged Han Jue as the first one, because he had something to say to Han Jue.

After chatting, I found that Han Jue had a good mentality and had no emotions. So, what happened to [I am not targeting anyone]?

"You can let go of my words." Han Jue told Kevin this, with a look of confidence.

Kevin looked at Han Jue like a madman and persuaded him with a heart: "Actually there is no need, you can say that you are making fun..."

"It's okay, I really think that the current English songs are not good."

"Where is your song?"

"My song." Han Jue touched the back of his head honestly and said modestly.

Kevin had nothing to say.

Han Jue stood on the stage and handed Kevin the scores corresponding to different instruments in his hand. Kevin did not read them immediately, but asked his assistant to copy them first, so that every musician would get one.

"Han, let me introduce you to the top band in the country, especially the music director, with rich experience and a studio in China. It is also very strong in China. If he asks him to help you see, he will definitely be able to..." Kevin pulled Han Jue and introduced Han Jue with a proud look on his face to Han Jue the band and music director he hired for his program, wanting to show off his strength.

However.

After the music director got the score, he looked at the score while touching his smooth bald head back and forth. His expression changed a lot during the watching process.

Finally, he took a breath of air conditioning, looked at Han Jue with complicated eyes and said:

"Hiss, Han, your song, your song..."

I couldn't speak for a long time, as if I was deeply impressed.

Han Jue was not surprised, he looked as if he was taken for granted. He shrugged at Kevin, as if he couldn't get the guidance of a top music director, and he looked very sorry.

"How is it?" Kevin, who didn't care about the many scenes, asked the music director anxiously.

The music director frowned and hesitated for a while before he said to Han Jue with a serious look on his face:

"Your song is probably not good."

“…”

Han Jue gradually lost his smile.

two.
Chapter completed!