The day of the preliminary round was a sunny day.

  The city is adjacent to the sea and has a relatively warmer climate than Shenyang. Even in the heat, it's not unbearable.

  To ensure the absolute confidentiality of pre-match preparations, on the day of the competition, the organizer will uniformly arrange makeup artists and stylists to create a personal image for each anchor.

  Masks and formal attire are all uniform, along with shoes, which are also uniformly silver-colored pointed-toe shoes that can pierce a liver with one kick.

  It is called: Let the audience abandon their fan stance and fairly, justly and openly select the most beautiful voice in their hearts.

  Of course, this is just a way to fool outsiders who don't understand fan culture.

  Everyone has their own temperament, height, voice, and even figure, which are all necessary parts of this temperament. For die-hard fans, they can recognize their own idol with just one finger, let alone when only half of the face is covered?

  It's still about fighting for powder.

  The stylist was a very gay man named Li Huaxian. He knocked on Jiang Xi's door early in the morning with his pinky finger raised, followed by a female assistant who was carrying a dress and a makeup box, looking flustered.

  "Who is it?"

  "Doing styling."

  A shiny-faced white fatty came out of the door, with a cream-filled bun in his mouth, laughing foolishly. Li Huai was stunned: San, three thousand waters... looks like this?

  Li Huai almost fell over in shock

  By the time he realized that this "Three Thousand Waters" had a beard, people were already dazedly entering the door.

  A medieval Baroque-style suite, a quiet and serene atmosphere, a person standing alone in the reception room, wearing a black skirt, short hair, slender and tall. Li Huai's first glance noticed two beautifully curved small legs outside the knee-length skirt, straight and thin.

  Under the ups and downs of mood, Li Huai couldn't help but praise in his heart: With this figure, even if it's a bit ugly, it can be accepted.

  "Three thousand waters?"

  He was afraid he had walked into the wrong room.

  "Hello, I am Sanqian Shui."

  A thousand steps on the riverbank, shaking hands with him.

  Li Huai's slightly nearsighted eyes suddenly widened into bright, round circles.

  What's with this face?!

  How can those scoundrels online utter a word like "ugly"!

  As an extremely loyal Yan dog, Li Huai suddenly had a deep suspicion at this moment: he was going to turn straight.

  This is absolutely his muse!

  Innumerable inspirations flashed through his mind like a storm, Jiang Xi's face was calm and serene, but Li Huai had already changed her into a hundred different styles in his mind.

  The female assistant knew he was going to urinate and reminded him: "You need to put on your formal attire first."

  Yes, formal wear is fixed.

  Li Huai let out a disappointed "oh".

  After this effort, with a slap on the thigh, Orchid Bean's small eyes sparkled: "Water Water, rest assured, I'll make you outshine all the others today!"

  Old lady?

  Jiang Xi looked at the stylist in front of him, who had an obvious gender identity disorder, and decided not to shatter the cruel reality - he had grown a piece of flesh between his legs and couldn't be a girl.

  Smiling with pursed lips: "Then thank you very much."

  My heart felt a little more at ease, and that illness... probably won't recur for a while.

  To avoid eating makeup, Jiang Xi first went to the inner room to change into a dress, and when she came out, all the half-men in the house were stunned.

  The female assistant applauded with mixed praise and sighs: "Awesome!"

  This floor-sweeping, fitted long dress in a dazzling silver color would be unflattering on anyone with even slightly imperfect proportions. But the person standing before me had a waist that was a waist and hips that were hips, and especially - skin so pale it seemed to glow.

  Shoes.

  Jiang Xi calmly put on that worn-out belt with only one thin strap left.

  Tang Gu and Li Huai exchanged an awkward glance, but after putting on the shoes, Jiang Xi suddenly appeared to be a little taller than them.

  "Brook, you were originally so high?"

  "169", Jiang Creek mouth sighed: "Just a little short of 170."

  "It's not just looking."

  Li Huai first was a stylist, at a glance he knew the truth: "169 and 169 are not the same, everyone's proportions are different. Some people have long bodies and short legs, although they're tall, they look short. But our Shui Shui... will grow, from the chest down it's all legs, of course she'll be tall."

  Tang Gu has nothing more to say.

  With just this one move, Jiang Xi would become a part of Li Huai's family.

  Everything below the chest is all legs, Jiang Xi's makeup is all done, and she puts on a butterfly-shaped mask. Li, the stylist, can't even apply a bit of powder to her collarbone, and sighs in pity: "Can't touch it."

  The car waiting for the host had arrived at the gate of the meeting hall.

  A row of female anchors with silver butterfly-shaped face masks walked out in a line, and the difference was seen here.

  The male host is okay, except for a few who are short and have thick necks, the light silver suit looks quite spirited; it's the female host's tight long dress: who's ugly and who's embarrassed.

  According to the rules, no communication or probing is allowed before the game, otherwise the qualification for the competition will be cancelled. So even if everyone looked at Jiang Xi's piece again and again, no one dared to make a sound.

  The competition venue is set in the gymnasium of S city, where there is a spacious stage, and the tickets for the surrounding stands have been booked in advance by the enthusiastic fans of various anchors - from a certain perspective, this is also similar to chasing stars.

  Tang Gu was left behind with the staff, and a big bus took all the contestants to the stadium.

  9:30 am 16 to 8, 2 pm 8 to 4, when is the end of the game and when is it over.

  When a group of people entered the building, the entrance was already crowded with fans from all over who were holding signs and shouting to create momentum for their own idols. Jiang Xi glanced around and surprisingly also saw a few scattered "San Qian Shui" fans.

  The girl next to her covered her mouth and laughed: "I didn't expect that even Sanqian Shui would have fans?"

  What's wrong?

  Jiang Xi's face was expressionless as he stared at the sign that was held extremely high, as if afraid people wouldn't see it: "Three thousand waters rolling thick!" The red characters were bold and next to them was a bloody handprint that made one's heart skip a beat, just like a death sentence.

  The "Quyi" surrounded by passionate and vibrant flowers and pink balloons formed a striking contrast.

  Jiang Xi glanced over and then looked away.

  The organizers seemed to have anticipated this situation, and the bus drove around the front gate without stopping, entering directly from the back door.

  9:30, live broadcast starts on time.

  Under the stage of the gymnasium, fans from various families had already taken their seats.

  "Hello everyone, the annual big event in the live broadcast world has started again, no mistake, it's the Masked Singer competition! I'm your host Li Mo."

  Li Mo seems to have a lot of unnecessary words, simply reporting and then entering the next link.

  Blind selection.

  Sixteen go eight, throw the number, don't throw people.

  Each contestant with their real identity hidden behind a mask will be assigned a number, the audience in the studio has ten voting rights per person, and live broadcast platform users have one vote per person, listen to which one sounds good, then vote for that number.

  Before the identities of the eight contestants were made public, no one knew who was behind this number.

  "Fairness, justice, and transparency."

  Li Mochuan emphasized.

  This is just to fool those passersby who never chase after stars.

  "Number one, come on stage."

  Ke Da Yi Hao Deng Tai, the audience in front of the stage suddenly burst into screams from a certain section. Although no fan shouted his name, people with discerning eyes guessed who it was: Apple TV's current number one brother, "Le Le Bu Kuai Le", sweet and lovely little milk dog, widely welcomed by young fans for his dimples and frozen age-like milky tone.

  The barrage has lined up in a long queue: "Nai Ge Le, come on!"

  The voting channel will only open when all sixteen people are out of the scene, and the milk powder is anxious.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, as soon as she opened her mouth, it was the familiar sweet and gentle tone.

  Jiang Xi sat quietly in the background, refraining from commenting on the organizer's "cover your ears and steal the bell" approach. Contestants were not allowed to whisper to each other or carry any communication tools. Before going on stage, each person was accompanied and supervised by staff members.

  Beside me, all sorts of speculative glances kept sweeping over, and even the staff couldn't help but steal a few extra looks.

  This mercury-colored stuff is too picky about people. If your skin isn't white enough, transparent enough, or fine enough, it will give off a strong earthy smell.

  In today's highly developed cosmetic industry, these female anchors wouldn't dare not to use whitening injections, but no one can compare to the person in front of me, who is as white as polished jade, seemingly born with a natural affinity for mercury, and exudes an icy coldness.

  Swan neck, willow waist, although the face is covered more than half, but those eyes are like carefully polished diamonds. Anyone who takes a glance at you will be chilled to the bone and also charmed to the bone.

  She is quiet and unassuming, unlike some contestants who frequently drink juice, go to the bathroom, or make small talk with others.

  Number Seven.

  The staff member took a glance and secretly made a note of it.

  Jiang Xi listened one by one and with her professionalism, she still couldn't pick out any shortcomings from these people.

  Each of them has a good voice, and there are also several with good recognition, especially one with a smoky voice, a male contestant who sings rock music, his strength is even more powerful, holding the stage with great power, even behind the scenes, you can almost feel the scorching heat of the entire stage being ignited.

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  Chen Qi has always liked watching live streams.

  For Sanqian Shui, this suddenly emerged and all-black little anchor, she is the kind of powder that is black to the deepest, every day dedicated to fighting with fellow enthusiasts on the "strangle Sanqian Shui" front line, morale high, can even sleep less for a while.

  This Saturday, before 9 o'clock, I got out of bed under my mother's surprised gaze, without brushing my teeth or washing my face, and sat in front of the computer, "clicking" to start the live broadcast.

  Today all live broadcast platforms will be broadcasting blind selection in the morning from 9:30 to 11:30.

  She decided to vote for Qu Yi, who had a certain degree of goodness, after all, compared to San Qian Shui, who accepted hidden rules and liked to curry favor with others, Qu Yi was more in line with her aesthetic as a goddess who kept herself clean.

  Number one, Chen Qi didn't know him, and this kind of greasy tone wasn't something she liked either.

  Number two, voice is nothing special, legs are a bit thick, not very surprising.

  ……

  She casually commented while waiting for Qu Yi to go on stage, planning to give her a barrage of bullet comments later to show her support.

  The screen has already started listing the singer represented by each number, and the mysterious online world - usually more difficult than reality.

  "Lin Jian Yu, Jiao Tang didn't hit these two heavyweights have appeared, but Qu Yiyi still doesn't know where to go 23333"

  "Is it just me who's curious about what Sanqian Shui looks like?"

  "What's the point of bringing this up? Is it that Feifei's voice isn't good enough or that the sugar wasn't sweet enough?"

  Just as Chen Qi was about to join the battlefield, Qu Yi appeared, wearing a silver evening gown that accentuated her curves. As soon as she opened her mouth, it was a lazy jazz tune, accompanied by her signature arrogance and reserve.

  Compared with the female anchors who had more or less a rustic flavor before, Qu Yi looks more decent.

  In the barrage below, a group of fans are screensucking, all brushing up on their songs, one person with long legs and good temperament, heavenly and earthly little fairy.

  The fanatical fans of the demon cult filled the entire screen in an instant, and anyone who mentioned a sentence that wasn't theirs was quickly refuted.

  The song is indeed well-sung, with a good opening, a neat ending, and a lingering yet crisp tone that perfectly matches the mood of the chosen song.

  Ke Chenqi is a music academy graduate, she can hear: compared to the original singer's natural pride, Qu Yiyi's arrogance sounds more like an empty pavilion floating in the air, it sounds familiar at first, but after careful consideration, it doesn't feel quite right.

  Chen Qi felt a little regretful.

  Number seven, come on out!

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