Li Yuntao had done his homework before coming to the Demon Capital.

He had watched Qin Ye's live broadcast, and knew the musical instruments that Qin Ye was good at, and her preferences for choosing songs.

Therefore, Qin Ye will play and sing by himself, Li Yuntao is not surprised at all, but expected.

But Li Yuntao didn't expect that a song that was excellent in his opinion but not so good that it was around for three days, not only did the judges buy it, but even the 1,000 public judges voted for such a high number of votes.

But when he thought that next week would be the preliminary round, and he was still singing, Qin Ye had already played at the highest level today, and if he was a little bit almost squirted out of new tricks in the preliminary round, Li Yuntao felt a little better.

Hearing the host read his name, Li Yuntao took a deep breath and went straight to the stage.

A lingering and sad song, from affectionate to sad, is almost complete and beautiful by Li Yuntao's interpretation.

The results were not satisfactory.

The judges unanimously approved and the public judges gave 960 votes.

is 30 votes less than Qin Ye.

With his signature elegant smile off the stage, Li Yuntao kicked off the high chair as soon as he entered the dressing room that was exclusive to him.

Qin Ye sat in his dressing room, regretting that he didn't bring his mobile phone.

bored, remembering Qiao Baihan, who was the last to come to the stage, got up and looked for it.

As soon as I pushed the door, I saw him standing in front of the vanity mirror with messy hair.

As if he had just had a conflict with someone, Qiao Baihan gritted his teeth, and his clenched fists were trembling because of anger.

The white suit he was wearing had two buttons torn off, which lined the anger on his face, adding a bit of embarrassment and despair.

In the dressing room, several other people gathered together in groups of three or five, and none of them paid attention to Qiao Baihan.

Looking around, Qin Ye walked up to Qiao Baihan and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?" ”

Qiao Baihan shook his head, "It's okay." ”

After arranging his hair in the mirror, when Qiao Baihan reached out to tie the button, he found that the button had been ripped off.

There was a flash of crystal in his eyes, and Qiao Baihan looked around.

When he saw that the button was under the dressing table, Qiao Baihan's face was relaxed, but before he could walk over, the button was trampled underfoot.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he was facing Zheng Qikun's arrogant eyes.

As if to say: beg me!

And the others, all with good looks on their faces.

"Brother Kun......"

Qiao Baihan walked up to Zheng Qikun and said politely, "Can I trouble you to raise your noble feet?" My clasp is under your feet. ”

"Buttons? What clasp? ”

Zheng Qikun looked left and right, but he didn't raise his feet.

For a long time, I lifted my foot and reached out to pick up the button.

Thinking that he kindly helped him pick up the button, Qiao Baihan was overjoyed and stretched out his hand.

Zheng Qikun smiled and squinted, raising his right hand.

"Binggo, three ......"

The button fell into the trash can with a dingdong, and Zheng Qikun spread his empty hands at Qiao Baihan with a regretful face, "I'm sorry, I threw away garbage." ”

Looking Qiao Baihan up and down, Zheng Qikun looked sympathetic, "Although people rely on clothes, but wearing a white suit is not necessarily Prince Charming, and the poor sour air on his body is not something that can be covered by a piece of clothing." Bai Han, you said yes, right? ”

With a black face, what I remember in my mind is the sentence that was indiscriminately thrown to him when the producer came over, "If you make trouble again, you won't have to go on stage for a while."

He can be sorry for himself, but he can't be sorry for his mother and buckwheat.

Qiao Baihan slowly let go of his clenched fist.

When he was tapped on the shoulder, Qiao Baihan turned around and saw Qin Ye who was signaling him to step back.