After Wu Xiaoyue got off the show, he quickly took out his mobile phone to connect to Wi-Fi. The wifi in the crew was extremely slow. It took him five minutes to open the live broadcast platform. When the accompaniment of the Kenshen Nadi Music Festival came out of the mobile phone microphone, a group of artists sitting around not far from the lounge suddenly looked up.

Wu Xiaoyue was confused and saw them wave to him: "It's also broadcasting here. Wi-Fi is so slow, don't grab the Internet, come and see it together!"

As people gathered more and more, they simply occupied a computer and stared at the screen. This was the first time this was not so close crew that was so harmonious.

This is a live broadcast of the opening ceremony of the Kenshen Nadi Music Festival organized by a certain media. The number of viewers on the platform has exceeded 10 million so far. The picture is a little shaking, but it can also be seen that the live broadcast is very loud. On both sides of the road and the red carpet shots, it has been squeezed out by the media rushed to all over the world. The barrage of the rapid passing of the screen is so dense that it cannot be adjusted to the transparency. The countless comments of ["666", "Sitting and waiting", "Ahhh Waiting for the Male God"...] made Wu Xiaoyue look psychedelic and yearn for it, and listened to the people around him about it-

——"I'm so awesome. It turns out that there are so many people paying attention to the music festival?"

"Yes, this situation is not worse than a Class A film festival..."

"The music festival is already very important. You are obviously brainwashed by domestic music. Do you think they are all like Huadian?"

"Hahaha, Huadian, please stop making me laugh..."

"Damn it, I'm dumb it!!! They came out!"

This exclamation instantly suppressed the chatting throughout the audience, and everyone suddenly widened their eyes excitedly. After the host finished the report, the camera swept directly to the end of the red carpet. After countless foreign faces with deep eyebrows, a group of Chinese people in dresses slowly appeared in the picture. The Chinese media area where the live broadcast camera was located was screaming, and the host also said excitedly in smooth English: "...Let us welcome this group of Chinese musicians from the far east!!"

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After the army of barrage that was almost covered with the screen, the original side was with the main creative team of the album. He smiled, as if he was not impressed by the big scenes around him, and waved his hands calmly to both sides. His outstanding aura stood among the many overseas big-name singers in front and behind. Wu Xiaoyue took a deep breath, listening to the noisy foreign language in the background, his whole body was filled with blood, and inexplicably, he had the urge to cry. The rest of the people who were originally chatting also showed complicated expressions. After a long time, someone smiled and broke the silence-

——"So fucking handsome! Big scene!"

"When will I have such a day!"

When will I have such a day? Not only them, but even Wu Xiaoyue couldn't help thinking. He looked at the earth on the screen, which seemed to be glowing, and looked at the mediocre self who is now crowded with the audience, filmed a bunch of unnecessary scenes, won a bunch of unpainable awards, posted selfies and street shots, and maybe there was a chance to become famous for a while, take endorsements and make money, watch fans and black fights every day, until they were replaced by later newcomers. Is this his original intention to start to muster up the courage to enter the entertainment industry? Cooperating with the time when filming MV on the original, it was simply the most enjoyable period of his career. He could sing the songs he liked to sing, play the instruments he liked to play, do the work he liked to do, and be full of passion every day. Instead of carrying the lines he is not good at, he forced himself to persevere in order to make a living.

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This international event was actually the first time I attended. I was a little nervous at the beginning, but soon, he found that this place was actually no different from that in China. His talent gave him no need to be afraid at any time. Qin Huo followed him with a cold face, scaring away many media reporters who looked down on the faces of Chinese people. The scene was not just about attending the red carpet as the main creator, but not specifically for him to support the scene. Every time the Yuan looked up, he could meet his solemn and caring gaze, and couldn't help but smile.

Every time he smiled, Qin Huo's expression would become gentler, and it would not be until he turned to his beginnings that he would return to his original cold appearance.

The female host is a famous European and American female singer Mess. She has a hot body and dark skin. Her style is a bit exaggerated. After climbing the stairs on the red carpet, she held her hand and hugged her first, then said hello: "I haven't seen a Chinese singer on this stage for a long time. You are really great and handsome."

"Thank you." Haraki was not embarrassed, and praised her with a smile, "You look like the brightest black pearl in the Atlantic today."

It is undoubtedly good or bad for the guests to be able to say a few words to the host while walking the red carpet. Their attitude almost determines how much exposure you will have in addition to winning the prize in this ceremony. It is a great thing for the domestic people to be shortlisted for Kenshen Nadi, but in
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