Entertainment: from Delivery Boy to Superstar

Everyone laughed.

Ten minutes later, a field worker gave the female producer an OK gesture from a distance.

The female producer understood and immediately turned around and said to the five mentors:

"The recording of the program has started, Mr. Fei Yuqing, it's time for you to play." The female producer smiled with a smirk.

Fei Yuqing looked at the four of them resentfully, and stood up reluctantly.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you a head start."

After saying this, Fei Yuqing walked towards the stage with a bleak pace.

"Mr. Fei."

The host greeted Fei Yuqing warmly.

"Hello life holder.

Fei Yuqing shook hands with the host, and then the host pointed to the back of the stage.

"Mr. Fei, look there."

"Sing!"

If you don't see it, you don't know, just take a look and jump.

Fei Yuqing almost jumped up when he saw the scene behind the stage.

"so many people? !"

Many people standing behind the stage form a big triangle!!

"Two, four, six

"Eighteen, two

"Thirty people?!"

Fei Yuqing raised his eyebrows, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The people behind the scenes were also shocked.

"I'm going, thirty people? That's too much?" Yang Zongwei swears almost unsurprisingly.

"It's the first time I've seen so many audiences to challenge the singer. Is the show team really playing?" said Mo Wenwei.

"Wow, are so many people professional singers? There's a lot of noise." Yang Kun's expression wasn't much better either.

Only Chen Yang was relatively calm.

He just secretly decided in his heart that the next time he sees Zhang Jie, he must treat him to a good meal.

Such a big scene, no wonder he pushed him over.

A few minutes later, Fei Yuqing walked back from the stage with a wry smile.

He chose the song "Descendants of the Dragon".

The second Mo Wenwei appeared. She was more witty and chose a girl whose main business is not a singer. The song she chose was "Today is a

good day".

The third one was Chen Yang's turn.

"Hello, Mrs. Chen."

"Hello host."

The host greeted Chen Yang warmly.

"Look behind the stage."

Follow the host's gaze to the back of the stage, even though I have seen it twice behind the stage,

But when he actually saw the thirty challengers, Chen Yang was still a little shocked.

Thirty people formed a large triangle, like a black party meeting.

"Mr. Chen, before you choose a challenger, I want to tell you."

"Among these thirty people, twenty-eight are your fans!"

the host said.

"Oh? Twenty-eight?"

Chen Yang looked at the thirty challengers with interest, and asked with a smile, "Is it true?"

"Yes."

Thirty people responded in unison.

"Wow! Are all Chen Yang's fans?"

"So much? Now Chen Yang is so hot!"

"I feel that Chen Yang is a harvester for young people. Now it is estimated that there are ten people on the street, and nine of them are fans of Chen Yang.