Bangbang won the third place, which was an acceptable result for Han Jue.

This does not mean that this song is not good. Songs are good songs, otherwise they will not attract the union of the God of Songs and the Queen.

At the same time, it cannot be said that the audience in this world does not know how to appreciate it. On the contrary, in this world, the musical literacy of the Chinese people is generally higher than in their previous lives. At least they cannot make judgments. They can feel it if they are attentive or not.

In Han Jue's opinion, some pop songs in his previous life are likely to be no longer popular in this world. They may even say that.

Han Jue knew this, so he didn't want to be the first, he just wanted to be the first four.

The songs performed by other singers have a certain mass base, so there is naturally a kind of emotional bonus. The two strong people re-interpret it and add points. Therefore, the unfamiliar works sung by Han Jue and Zhang Yiman are actually a very good result to be able to get third.

"It's good, it's good." Han Jue whispered, and cut off the topic before the silly girl spoke the amazing words.

Zhang Yiman was gently patted on the back by Han Jue and woke up. She instantly cleaned up her loss and stood up to accept the blessings of others.

Zhang Yiman clenched his fist and quietly made up his mind.

If you enter the top four, you will get tickets to the final battle. In addition to being good-named, the first and fourth are not helpful for the next solo results.

The program team only announced the top four, and the remaining three singers who counted out did not announce the specific number of votes they received so that each of them would have the idea.

After accepting the blessings of the three eliminated singers, the four singers who advanced were going back to the lounge to prepare for the next solo performance.

Back at the lounge, Han Jue could clearly feel that Zhang Yiman was nervous.

After Zhang Yiman changed his style, he kept walking around the lounge with a whisper.

Without singer partners in the lounge, Zhang Yiman's movement seemed very loud.

"Teacher Zhang, are you nervous?" Han Jue, who had no scenes at this time and was no longer nervous at all, was lying on the sofa and watching TV in a relaxed manner.

The wonderful review of this season was played on TV, which happened to be part of Zhang Yiman.

On TV, Zhang Yiman, who had successfully played the first time, was very energetic when interviewed. It was in sharp contrast to his current solemn face and very thoughtful attitude.

Fortunately, the content in the lounge is not public now. Otherwise, Han Jue would think that his emoticon package has successors.

"I'm not nervous anymore, why are you still nervous?" Han Jue bit the straw and sucked the drink sponsored by the show. He lay down and spoke without any pain in his waist.

Zhang Yiman moved his gaze away from the lyrics, looked at the leisurely Han Jue, and when he heard Han Jue talking sarcastically, he immediately smiled angrily: "Ha."

"Have you been fine before? Why are you still nervous without me dragging you down?" Han Jue bit the straw and said vaguely.

Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue without saying anything.

Why don’t she be nervous when this happens? After she got Han Jue’s two new songs, she originally planned to give Han Jue a trophy, and wanted to prove that she didn’t embarrass those two songs. But when she came here today, everyone had their big moves, and they were all so powerful. Even if she had Han Jue’s new songs, she felt that it was difficult.

Zhang Yiman didn't want to tell the reason yet, but he didn't know how to say it for a while. So he stared at Han Jue with his eyes getting more and more fierce.

"Bang!"

I don’t know how to answer, so I hit Han Jue.

"???" Han Jue covered his arms and looked confused.

"What did I do wrong, why did I hit me suddenly?"

Zhang Yiman's eyes rolled and said, "I'm reminding you not to forget to breathe with your abdomen."

"You've learned bad things."

Zhang Yiman learned the bad guy on TV and said, "Because you asked what you shouldn't have asked!"

"But you helped me relieve my tension just now, and I want to help you too." Han Jue looked calm.

"Charge me?" Zhang Yiman suddenly became happy and his eyes lit up.

"Well," Han Jue nodded without hesitation, "If this happens, you won't be nervous."

However, before Zhang Yiman shyly thought about whether to be reserved for ten minutes before going over to hug the uncle, she saw Han Jue attracting a bag from his assistant and then taking out a charging plug from it.

"Ah..." Zhang Yiman closed her eyes and shook her head for a while, and her body collapsed, and she was very disgusted, "What a cold and old joke!!!"

Then he sat down on another sofa in the lounge in a depressed mood, not wanting to talk to Han Jue anymore.

She was still holding the lyrics and pondering hard, her eyebrows were not loose.

Han Jue discovered that his joke just now did not relax Zhang Yiman at all. It seemed to have had a counterproductive effect.

Han Jue thought about it.

It is impossible to charge. If he takes the initiative to hug someone, then he will be nothing... Then he can only use other methods.

"What will we eat later?" Han Jue asked while drinking the drink.

"Oh, it's time? Uncle, how can you know how to eat it?" Zhang Yiman scolded.

"..." Han Jue was stunned, opened his mouth, and milk almost flowed out of his mouth.

"Is your taste worse or is it not delicious enough for crayfish? The crayfish I peeled with my own hands can no longer satisfy you?" Han Jue asked with a frown.

"Crayfish...then..." Zhang Yiman hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips, her expression loosened, and she was not so firm. She seemed to think of the deliciousness of the crayfish I ate at Xingcheng for a late-night snack last time, especially when Han Jue kept helping her to shell the crayfish, and she just ate it.

Han Jue was happy and thought it was effective.

However, Zhang Yiman quickly woke up, and she said with a firm look on her face: "We have to talk about it later, we are in the competition now."

While speaking, she flexibly played the piano on the table with both hands, and made a tinging and dinging hum in her mouth, which was very devoted. It means that she has entered a musical state and will only be shaken by the food for a short time, but will not surrender.

Han Jue saw that the food plan was useless, so he did another method.

He sat up from the sofa, moved to the end close to the silly girl, waved Zhang Yiman's hands and said, "What are you doing? You haven't even lifted up the piano cover!"

After saying that, lift the piano cover up.

Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue with a cold look on his face.

Han Jue looked back with a serious look on his face.

Fortunately, Zhang Yiman stopped playing the piano. She saw her hands together, gestured beside her mouth, and she looked at Han Jue and said:

Of course, this is not a problem for Han Jue. Han Jue stepped forward and snatched the air from Zhang Yiman's hand, threw it on the ground, and said to Zhang Yiman who was stunned, "Silly girl, this corn is still raw!"

"Puff." Zhang Yiman's team, who was standing next to him, burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Zhang Yiman's desire for victory and defeat increased greatly and refused to admit defeat. He put his hands in arms and acted like playing the cello.

The people in the lounge were waiting for Han Jue to pick him up.

Han Jue did not disappoint. He rushed forward in panic, imitated Zhang Yiman's gesture, picked up something from Zhang Yiman's arms, and said, "What are you doing to hold my nephew? Return my nephew to me."

Zhang Yiman smiled speechlessly, and then immediately endured it, obviously not wanting to admit defeat so quickly.

Next, she thought about it carefully, rolled the lyrics into a cylinder, placed them on her bent left arm, and acted like she played the violin. She looked at Han Jue with a provocative look.

Han Jue lived up to everyone's expectations and looked at the camera and said seriously: "Don't throw away the cut arms, wrap them in egg liquid, stick them with breadcrumbs, and fry them in the pot until golden and crispy. The children next door were crying."

"Hahahahahaha~" The people in the lounge could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

Zhang Yiman's tense little face also smiled.

Seeing that Zhang Yiman was no longer tense, Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle, why are you like this..." Zhang Yiman smiled and thought about the adjective in his mind.

"So witty?" Han Jue took the initiative to help her add, "So humorous, funny, handsome, Yushu is in the wind?"

"Ann" Zhang Yiman grinned and shook his head, "So funny."

"..." The smile on Han Jue's face disappeared little by little, "I wonder if you have ever heard of Invincible Hot Wheels?"

"Hehehe, no~"

Then the smile kept hanging on the corner of Zhang Yiman's mouth, and she was no longer so nervous. She stopped reading the lyrics in her hand, and just pestered Han Jue to tell her a joke.

The content on TV is soon finished, and the second half of the solo will begin soon.

He Tu is already introducing the first singer to appear, that is, the singer who will help sing the fourth place. Zhang Yiman is going to the back of the stage and is ready.

As a guest singer, Han Jue has completed his mission and does not have to accompany him.

So, now, Zhang Yiman is the battlefield alone.

"Go and sing relax." Han Jue patted Zhang Yiman's head.

Zhang Yiman nodded, took a deep breath, stood up, turned to Han Jue and said seriously:

"Uncle, wait for me to come back!"
Chapter completed!