Chapter 7: Maybe none of them are my true reality...
/ Mo Baqian
In the first round of team battles, Lan Muzhou's team played first; in the second round of individual battles, He Ruilin's team played first.
Seeing Wang Che's face clearly on the stage, many audience members cheered shrilly.
"Wang Che! Wang Che!"
"Ah, it must be Rap! I hope Ah Che will sing the one he wrote!"
"God, Wang Che was ranked in the top 30 last time, right?"
"It seems to be the twenty-eighth, Qi Mo must be out of action!"
Before Wang Che appeared on the show, he participated in a rap show and accumulated a certain number of fans.
He obviously also had full confidence in the song he wrote, and after one song came down, he almost let himself go on stage.
After the end, the audience screamed even more.
Bowing to thank the audience, he passed Qi Mo when he walked off the stage, "Heh, go for it."
There was obvious complacency in the tone.
Qi Mo didn't answer, and didn't even give him a look.
Holding a sword in one hand, she walked slowly to the center of the stage, and someone called her name immediately.
"Qi Mo rushed to the duck! Even if he lost to Wang Che today, it would be an honor to lose!"
"Come on, son! Don't be nervous, play normally! It's not ashamed to lose!"
"Wow, is this a sword dance?"
Qi Mo: ...?
Is she all fake fans? Why did she feel that she was going to lose before she even started?
With her eyes closed, she faced the audience and saluted gracefully.
The lights on the stage suddenly dimmed, and only a beam of white light hit her.
Immediately afterwards, a soft ancient tune sounded, and within a few seconds, like a wind and sand, dense drumbeats were added.
Qi Mo's movements gradually accelerated with the sound of the music, and everyone felt a silver light flashing in front of their eyes—
Jianhua turned around, and she quickly turned around after a stab, and the long sword in her hand had been thrown into the air at some point!
The bright red robe made a beautiful arc in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it was already swept out with several legs, so fast that people couldn't see it clearly.
Immediately afterwards, she swung her left hand upwards, and at the same time touched the ground with her right foot, and her whole body rose into the air. Her legs brought out a force of rotation in the air. The moment she rotated and landed, the long sword landed firmly hand.
Her expression is always nonchalant, even playful.
Only the action was as sharp as a sharp knife out of its sheath. In just one minute, the audience let out several uncontrollable exclamations!
Finally, there was a loud bang, and the long sword in Qi Mo's hand was thrown out!
"I'm going, is this a mistake?!"
"What a pity!"
"I made a mistake...but even a mistake is awesome!"
The audience shouted loudly, all feeling sorry for Qi Mo's last mistake.
Even Cheng Zhuo who was in the audience sighed, and murmured in a low voice: "It's a pity, it's almost a perfect stage... But it's good that no one is hurt."
On the big screen, Qi Mo raised his brows with a carefree smile on his face.
The lights on the stage came on and the darkness dissipated.
There was a sudden silence for two seconds.
The stake that had been hidden in the darkness just now stood alone on the stage.
A scabbard hung from a stake.
The long sword was firmly in the sheath, and even the spike of the sword was still shaking from side to side.
Click left, click right.
After the deathly silence, a burst of fierce cheers suddenly broke out at the scene.
"Damn it, didn't you insert the sword in advance?!"
"That's how martial arts movies dare to do this!"
"Isn't this really a prop for Qi Mo?"
"Even if it was prepared in advance, Qi Mo's sword dance before was amazing!"
The backstage was also dead silent.
After a while, Jiang Mingchen swallowed, "Thank you... Thank you Qi Mo for not killing me."
It's embarrassing for Qi Mo. He scolded Qi Mo so many times, but he didn't do anything to him.
Zhou Cheng seemed to be even more unbelievable than before, and became irritable, cursing: "This must be the script of the program team?! Otherwise, who can make such an effect on the spot! Don't the program team explain it?!"
Seeing that he was emotionally unstable, He Ruilin quickly pulled him and whispered several words of persuasion.
The other trainees were in admiration for a while, and almost turned into a boastful group.
"God... this is the real "Dancing Sword", not just some ostentation..."
"It's too much, too much, how many years of skill it takes!"
"I guess once this episode airs, there will definitely be big-budget martial arts movies and the like that will find Qi Mo!"
"Really, you don't need a double at this level, right?"
Everyone was still immersed in the sword dance just now, and Cheng Zhuo was the first to reflect.
He subconsciously adjusted his clothes, coughed lightly, and walked onto the stage.
"Thank you to the two trainees for their wonderful performances. Next, we invite the two groups of contestants back to the stage!"
Both Lan He and the two groups of trainees returned to the stage.
Jiang Mingchen and Xu Rong deliberately changed places with Lan Muzhou, and distanced themselves from Qi Mo tremblingly.
As for their provocation with Qi Mo before... don't live.
"National producers at the scene, we have three rounds of voting next."
"In the first round, each person has one vote, and everyone needs to choose the stage they prefer to vote between the two groups; in the second round, each person has three votes, and they can choose their favorite contestant to vote for popularity; in the third round, Each person has one vote, and you need to make a choice between the two trainees Wang Che and Qi Mo."
"Your votes will, to a certain extent, decide whether or not all the trainees will stay after the second round of performances, so please vote carefully!"
After finishing the voting rules according to the script, Cheng Zhuo couldn't help but look at Qi Mo a few more times.
He had other announcements yesterday that he would not be in the program team. Hearing that Wang Zixuan had retired from the competition, he was worried about the situation of the Blue Muzhou team for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Qi Mo gave him such a big surprise.
I really don't understand what Qi Mo thought before, or maybe everything before was the strategy of the manager behind it?
But what a brain-dead agent must be to come up with such a "strategy"!
Each round of voting only lasted ten seconds, and many audience members were caught in a tangle.
"To tell the truth, the Lan Muzhou team is better, but I'm a **** fan of Mumu! It's all because Zhou Cheng is too hip!"
"Wang Zixuan suddenly withdrew from the competition, and the Lan Muzhou team could crush He Ruilin's team in a day's adjustment. It really makes no sense not to vote!"
"Qi Mo looked good on me today, but his previous behavior really dissuaded me, should I vote for him or not?"
"Why don't you vote for such a bombshell?? Variety shows have scripts. I guess Qi Mo had no choice but to do so before!"
"Fuck, is it because of being assigned a disgusting script? Suddenly I feel pity..."
The voting time was very short, so many people had no time to weigh the pros and cons, and quickly pressed the voting device according to their most authentic thoughts.
In order not to let the opinions of the instructors affect the most intuitive feelings of the audience, the evaluation of the instructors is placed after the voting.
Cheng Zhuocai looked at the four tutors present.
"The performances of the two groups of trainees were very exciting, even exceeding expectations. I wonder if the instructors have anything to say?"
The dance instructor Xu Ziwen seemed to be impatient for a long time, and immediately said: "Qi Mo's progress is really too great, whether it is expression or body control is very good, and it fits the context of this song, this time I was really amazed by the stage. However, I remember that in the first public performance, not only were your movements not in place, but you even made mistakes. Now I really want to ask, which one is your real strength?"
Qi Mo had expected a long time ago that someone would definitely ask about the difference between before and after.
She held the microphone in her hand, her eyes fell on the camera facing her, and she suddenly smiled mischievously.
"Perhaps none of them are my true strength... maybe."
The big screen showed Qi Mo's face without any blind spots, his dark phoenix eyes blinked lightly, and his long eyelashes lifted, revealing a cynical smile.
"Qi Mo hastily smiled and I'm gone!"
"This kind of just right smirk is really amazing555"
The little girl behind Xu Ziwen couldn't help covering her mouth and screaming.
Xu Ziwen was stunned for two seconds, and then burst out laughing heartily.
Qi Mo's response was really different. The first performance may be due to mistakes, physical problems, or not being good at that song, so the performance was not satisfactory; today's performance may be super performance or good at it, which is why it is so amazing.
In one sentence, all the doubts in other people's minds were blocked.
He had always disliked Qi Mo in the past, but today it really changed him a lot.
After nodding, he said with a smile on his face, "Regardless of whether you performed exceptionally well today, I have to say that you must have a talent for dancing. I hope you will work harder in the future and bring us more surprises. "
Qi Mo nodded, and after a pause, he bowed as usual, "Thank you, mentor."
Another dance instructor, Zhao Congnan, immediately took up the conversation, "Qi Mo not only surprised me in the team competition today, but also performed a very exciting sword dance in solo. I want to ask, have you studied martial arts for many years?"
When she looked at Qi Mo, her eyes were shining.
But Qi Mo rarely watched Zhao Congnan distracted for a few seconds.
Zhao Congnan is the heroine of the storybook. She started working as a trainee in country H at the age of 12, debuted at the age of 16, and is now one of the top girl group idols in China at the age of 19; she met He Ruilin through "National Idol", and after several years After He Ruilin became the top leader in Huaguo and held the shares of Huaguo's No. 1 film and television company, the two finally confirmed their hearts to each other and held a grand wedding.
If He Ruilin is gentle on the outside and **** the inside, then Zhao Congnan can be said to be an idiot.
Zhao Congnan has smooth black hair, exquisite makeup, and a short skirt with splicing, and is quiet.
And most of the audience in the auditorium behind her also had long hair, looking weak and weak.
During the performance on the stage just now, Qi Mo didn't have time to see all this clearly.
Now that she saw it clearly, she also fell into a daze.
She had always had a vague guess before.
The images of so many ordinary women in front of her eyes seemed to confirm her guess.