Bo Qing looked at the monsoon with a kind of "you are very ill" eyes, "can you be normal?"

Okay, why is it suddenly like being ravaged?

The monsoon instantly recovered his small face, "I'm not trying to make you relax. Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."

Thin tilted his lips. "You don't have to be nervous. Don't persuade me."

Monsoon patted his chest. "What am I so nervous about? I'm a man trained by the devil for two months."

Thin tilt: "..."

She had a hunch that this sentence would become a mantra after the monsoon.

……

In the twinkling of an eye, a week passed.

At about 10 a.m., Bo Qing came to the TV station. After showing the work permit he asked for from the staff, he went directly to the backstage of the recording scene.

There are seven groups of guests participating in the program. All of them have arrived at this meeting, because they will be officially recorded the day after tomorrow. Today, all the guests will choose songs and rehearse.

After inquiring, Bo Qing found Monsoon's room, went in and asked, "has the song been selected?"

"Sister president, guess what song I chose?" monsoon asked mysteriously.

Bo Qing closed the door and walked over, "what?"

"My best singing and dancing song is absolutely slay. President sister, I have a hunch that I will be the first in the first phase." monsoon looks confident.

Bo Qing comforts himself that confidence is a good thing. Don't get angry.

She raised her hand and patted monsoon on the shoulder. "OK, you can practice."

"Needless to say, I'm good at everything, and it's online voting. I'm the most popular here. Obviously, the king of songs is made for me this season. Sister president, I want to reward." monsoon is excited.

Bo Qing opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

At this time, she shouldn't pour cold water on the monsoon.

But she really wanted to ask, where did you get your confidence when you stepped on a horse?

Except Deng baishen, they are all at the level of king of heaven and queen of heaven. Do you think the king of songs is yours?

However, it is not impossible. Since it is online voting, of course, whoever has high popularity can win the first place.

Thin pour nodded, "OK, you took the king of songs, I'll give you a reward."

I want to pull the hook.

Thin tilt can only raise his hand.

A knock on the door sounded at this time. Then the door opened and Shi Hu came in. "Boss, it's time to draw lots to decide the rehearsal order."

The monsoon is eager to try, pulling Bo Qing out.

Bo Qing took out his hand, "pay attention, first..."

"Miss Bo."

When Bo Qing heard the sound, he slowly turned around and saw Xi Luoqing coming out of the next room. Behind her was Deng baishen.

Thin tilted his lips and smiled, "you're coming too."

"Come and have a look." Xi Luoqing nodded to Bo Qing, then crossed Bo Qing and walked forward.

Deng baishen followed xiluoqing. When passing the monsoon, he suddenly hit the monsoon with his shoulder.

"Shit!" the monsoon was immediately angry and was about to rush up.

Bo Qing immediately came forward to hold the monsoon, looked at Deng baishen's back, and said silently, "pay attention to your image. I'll teach him a lesson. As for you, you've riveted enough to dry him for me. Do you hear me?"

Monsoon narrowed his eyes slightly and gnashed his teeth, "you can kill me, but you can fuckme."

Thin tilt: "

You can kill me, but not... Me?

What is this talking about?

"What are you muttering about?"

Monsoon narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at Deng baishen's back, "scholars can be killed, not humiliated."