The entire final night was grand and gorgeous, like a musical feast. Han Jue only brought him in passers-by outfits and brought a group of young people in the style of passers-by. It was really hard to convince Han Jue took this final to heart.

The host who is located in the building building is responsible for interviewing every singer, and he is a little unhappy. His national self-esteem is a little frustrated.

But the host, who was over 40, knew very well that Han Jue was talking and laughing with big guys like the director and producer, so he didn't dare to show his unhappiness.

When Han Jue reached the interview position, the host had already adjusted his mindset.

"Hello! Han!"

"Hi."

"Your clothes…look very confident."

"Thanks."

"...Han, your singers all look very young and very eye-catching. Is there any Gu An among them?" asked the host.

"No," Han Jue shook his head first, then turned to the five young people behind him and said, "You can introduce yourself."

The microphone was handed over by the host. The five young men quickly stopped the movement of shrinking their shoulders and rubbing their arms, and quickly communicated with each other's eyes, and bumped their shoulders slightly, finally squeezed out the lead singer.

The lead singer hummed and said vaguely: "We are hope..."

"What?" The host didn't react.

"We are hope..." the lead singer said again.

"What?" The host heard it clearly this time, but he really didn't understand why these stupid big men were just hope. Whose hope? The hope of the whole United States? Is there a certificate of qualification?

"we are……"

"Okay, OK," Han Jue felt that their words were too ingenious, "They called [Hope Band]."

"Oh oh ~" Both the host and the four friends behind the band breathed a sigh of relief.

But even if the host knew the name of the band, he was still not interested.

The host said: "Actually, everyone hopes that you will invite Gu An to help."

"I hoped so too, I invited him, but he refused."

"Will you feel regretful that he did not accompany you on such an important occasion?"

"No regrets. Because I believe that although he doesn't appear on stage, he will definitely stare at me in a corner." Han Jue stretched out his index and middle fingers, gestured his eyes, and then pointed to the camera. It means he was stared at. Repeat the movement three times, which means he was stared at very tightly.

Guan Yi, who was heading to the singer's lounge in the distance, turned his head and looked at Han Jue in a hurry.

"Okay," the host continued to interview Han Jue, "So, can you still sing Gu An's works in the finals?"

"right."

The reason why the host asked this is because in the past, Han Jue would post the Guan Yi version first, and then he would post the program for adaptation. But this time Han Jue did not post the Guan Yi version first.

The reason is that Guan Yi's tone is too domineering. Han Jue is worried that after Guan Yi's version is sent out first, he interacts on the spot, and everyone goes astrays together.

So Han Jue asked the director for a privilege, saying that Guan Yi's version would only be available after the live broadcast ended.

Director Kai accepted it.

Kai seems to be acceptable to all the requests made by Han Jue.

"Yes, I will sing Gu An's works with these young men." Han Jue answered the host's question.

"So, what kind of song is it?"

"This is a song...a song for my fans."

"Wow, is it a support from fans? It's great. It seems that tonight will be a meaningful night."

"I only agree with the second half."

"...emmm, what?" The host kept a smile conscientiously, but there was a little doubt in his smile.

"I'm sure it will be a meaningful night, but singing this song is not to give back to the support of fans. When I went to other places to sing, they would always follow the beats happily. I am very grateful to them, but to be honest, their beats were terrible, which made me feel very uncomfortable." Han Jue frowned and recalled. If it weren't for his good talent, it would be possible that he would be taken away directly.

The five young men behind Han Jue were stunned.

"So I ask Gu An to make a song with a simpler beat so that fans won't make mistakes in the future," said Han Jue.

"Uh, ah, so, um..." The host opened and closed his mouth, and he really didn't know how to make Han Jue's words warm.

Finally, the host raised his hand back, looked at the camera and said passionately: "Thank you for the interview! Please stay tuned for the performance Han Jue brings! Thank you! Please go to the lounge to prepare!"

Han Jue's group was taken to the singer's lounge by Katherine who could not hold back.

...

...

The rehearsal was held yesterday.

When the singers arrived at the lounge and after a while, they began to arrange for the audience to enter the venue after layers of inspections.

As soon as the audience entered the studio, they immediately understood that the program team said that the overall upgrade of the final night was not just the upgrade of the show outside, but it turned out that the inside had also been upgraded.

The decoration mainly in black and gold, paired with more gorgeous lighting, set off on a wider stage, providing more seats. It particularly demonstrates the determination and demeanor of the program team.

Although there are only 500 public reviews in each issue, there are actually more than 500 people watching each issue. Even if you can't vote, it's good to listen to the songs. So the number of people is always between 500 and 600.

On the day of the finals, more people came to watch.

In addition to all the singers who were eliminated before, some well-known American music critics, famous singers, and bigwigs in the circle who have resources also attended to watch the competition.

Some of the participating singers have begun to feel nervous, but for Han Jue, no matter who comes, it has no effect on his performance.

"What?!" Han Jue was shocked and almost jumped up from the front of the dressing table.

"Director Zhang is here," Guan Yi said calmly, "and he wants to talk to you."

In the context of Chinese, [Let’s talk] is not a good thing. Usually when saying this, one of the parties is caught by the other party and is ready to negotiate. In addition, this sentence is also a preview of differences, conflicts break out, and a fight.

Han Jue had the idea of ​​running away in an instant.

But he forgot his situation. Han Jue's stylist patted him on the shoulder hard, and held the cotton pad and said sternly: "Don't move!"

This tone was like controlling the suspect, and Han Jue didn't dare to move.

"Tell him, let's talk about it when there is something to be done!" Han Jue said to Guan Yi.

However, Guan Yi just shook his head: "Here you come."

Han Jue's face was pale and his heart was full of the struggle of the bandits being blocked by anti-terrorists.

Katherine and the new band looked at Han Jue's mute expression and didn't understand why Han Jue was so afraid of the person named Director Zhang. Even if he was Teacher Zhang's father, he wouldn't be afraid of being like this.

[Is it for the show effect?] They turned their heads to search for the camera.

But no discovery.

So I can only interpret Han Jue's expression as a man who [treating life as a variety show], with his own camera.

The clip of the prank "We Love" has not been aired yet, and of course Catherine and the five young people don't know what happened. But Han Jue didn't believe what happened during the recording of "We Love" and did not reach Zhang Yaohui's ears.

At this time, Han Jue felt unspeakable, and he was guilty of being a thief, so he dared not see Zhang Yaohui. He felt that Zhang Yaohui must have come to provoke an army to ask for punishment.

But Zhang Yaohui is now the highest level of his partner. It is said that Zhang Yaohui admires Han Jue very much and is optimistic about Han Jue. So when Han Jue was not as popular as he is now, their cooperation has given Han Jue a lot of benefits from the beginning.

If Han Jue refuses it, it will be very unreasonable.

When Han Jue realized that this side was inevitable, he finally slapped the armrest of the chair and gritted his teeth and said, "See you when you see it! What are you afraid of!"

Guan Yi nodded, not wanting to comfort Han Jue at all, or send blessings.

"Hey hey hey, don't leave, you stay," Han Jue saw that Guan Yi was about to go out and immediately tried to stay, "Always beware of me being beaten to death by Zhang Yaohui."

"He won't kill you," Guan Yi said.

Guan Yi's calm voice made Han Jue feel a little relieved.

"But his bodyguard will."

Han Jue's heart rose again.

"But I can stop his bodyguard." Guan Yi's calm tone showed confidence.

Han Jue felt relieved again.

"But I can't stop it if I have more than three." Guan Yi said again.

"Let's go! Go! Go!" Han Jue waved his hand violently. He was so annoyed by Guan Yi's chatting method.

Guan Yi went out.

When Guan Yi came in again, he came in with Zhang Yaohui.

As soon as Zhang Yaohui came in, his strong presence made him look like a star. Han Jue didn't care who was more attractive than who, and his attention was all on the people who came in behind Zhang Yaohui. But seeing those people's pampered appearance and not like bodyguards, Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

What surprised Han Jue was that Zhang Yaohui looked calm after entering the house, and looked at Han Jue as if he didn't know what Han Jue had done.

"It's nothing, just come and have a look and have a chat." Zhang Yaohui sat on the sofa and said, raising his hand to ask Han Jue to sit down.

Han Jue sat down, his posture was the same as a good baby.

"Time has passed so quickly." Zhang Yaohui said.
To be continued...