Chapter 235

Nanyue smiled: "did the little pumpkin run into other artists?"

"It should not be. At present, there must be no red ones. If they are not red, they are not clear."

Mo Lulu saw that she intended to choose a little pumpkin and said, "but won't the little moon sound better?"

"It sounds good, just like moon," Nanyue smiled at her. "When others heard it, they thought I was one of moon's members."

"Yes," Mo Lvlv sighed helplessly, "that's called little pumpkin. It's also very cute."

Nan Yue said, "and it's food. That's good."

"..." Mo Lulu couldn't help but help his forehead, and then youyou said, "if your fans know that you want to eat them, they will be very happy."

"Heaven knows, you know, I know, and brother Mao knows. I believe it won't spread out, right?" South Vietnam raised its eyebrows.

Mo Lvlv nodded: "yes, No."

With that, he reluctantly sent a microblog with the official number of the studio to convey the meaning of South Vietnam.

South Vietnam followed the forwarding and attached a simple sentence: little pumpkins, please give me more advice in the future.

After microblogging, we arrived at our destination.

Nanyue put away his mobile phone, made up a lipstick, checked his makeup and got off with Mo Lvlv.

Because the venue here is to enter by ticket, no one squats in the parking lot.

South Vietnam went up smoothly all the way, and then the staff led them to the sofa seat specially designed for singers to sit down.

There is an aisle behind him, which is the auditorium. It seems that only a thousand people can sit.

She came early. Many singers are still preparing. On the other side of the sofa seat, there are two singers, a man and a woman, who have not met.

This kind of concert, without rehearsal, is to sing directly, which is a great test of live singing.

Many powerful singers naturally don't like South Vietnam, which is a talent show.

I didn't even look at her. After thinking about it, Nam Yue still didn't go to say hello.

After sitting for a while, other singers or groups entered one after another.

Nanyue casually raised his eyes and saw an acquaintance.

The other party also saw her. After a little stunned, he turned away and chose to ignore her.

Even the seats were chosen, sitting next to the two people who didn't look at South Vietnam.

Nanyue smiled. If she hadn't seen it this time, she almost forgot what the judge Mu Jiaxuan said when she was eliminated.

According to this situation, when the snowball video persuaded the judges, it was estimated that she was the first one to nod and agree.

Just thinking, a slightly familiar voice came and interrupted her thoughts.

"South Vietnam, it's really you."

The visitor is also an acquaintance -- another judge of idol new era, Huo Tong.

Nanyue stood up and said, "Hello, sister Tong."

Huo Tong gently took her and sat back: "there's no need to be so formal. Here, we'll all be singers."

"Yes." South Vietnam nodded gently.

She doesn't have much opinion on Huo Tong, but she won't want to make friends.

So I'm not going to say anything.

Huo Tong looked at her polite appearance and whispered, "sorry, I gave you that score last time... Fortunately, you are now better than the draft, otherwise I will be guilty all my life."

"It's nothing. As a judge, you really should score according to the rules."

Nan Yue shook his head, saying nothing, and didn't take Huo Tong's words.

Huo Tong was stunned and realized that she was not as soft as the surface, but she was very angry inside.

It seems that if you want to make friends with her, it is impossible to invite her to make a cooperative song.

"Hello, is that South Vietnam?"

Just as the atmosphere between the two was silent, a middle-aged woman in capable clothes approached. When she saw Nanyue nodding, she said, "sister LAN wants you to talk."