The staff left, and Zhao Yiyi turned on the TV on the wall boredly.

On the screen, the promotional short film of "The King of Masks" is being played.

“…99 public judges, 9 professional judges… Four heavyweight mentors commented on the spot… “The King of Masks” starts a grand battle tonight…”

"The godfather of pop music, Chen Jiahuan, Chinese queen Zhou Ziwen, and producer Zhao Yabin, these three are all big names!" Zhao Yiyi sat on the small sofa, "The fourth mysterious guest should be more famous than these three, but who else in the circle is even bigger than them... Sister Jun, who do you think it will be?"

Without hearing the response, Zhao Yiyi turned her face in confusion.

I saw Jun Qing reading a book while holding a book, but didn't even look at the TV screen.

As a former top student in the entertainment industry, she has long been no longer interested in any big names.

It doesn’t matter who is a tutor, it’s important that she does her own things well.

Anyway, no one knows who is, and there is no favor.

Now there are still a few hours before the official live broadcast at night. Instead of staying, it is better to review for a while.

Come over and take a look at the cover of Jun Qing's book. When Zhao Yiyi saw the six words "A Brief History of Modern Music", she almost fell out of her chin.

"You... are you reviewing your homework?"

"Yes, the exam will be taken soon!"

Jun Qing answered for granted, but Zhao Yiyi was full of questions.

When did this person love studying so much?!

"Sister Jun!" Zhao Yiyi tried hard to make her tone not stimulate her, "Do you really don't need to practice? After all, this is your second time on stage."

The first time, I was bombed down!

"No need. I have practiced enough these days. Now I need to take a good rest to keep my throat in my best condition!"

"But……"

"Quiet, don't affect my review!"

Zhao Yiyi:...

Next is a long wait.

Zhao Yiyi was so anxious that she scratched her head and had nothing to do. She changed her posture on the small sofa, but Jun Qing looked like Jiang Taigong was fishing.

finally……

Dusk is coming.

The sound of the staff sounded from the sound.

"All contestants, please change their performance clothes now, wear masks, and prepare to play in half an hour!"

Hearing this sound, Zhao Yiyi suddenly stood up from the chair.

Jun Qing raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

"nervous!"

Zhao Yiyi ran into the bathroom with a bitter face.

She doesn't want to play, why are you so nervous?

Jun Qing shook her head speechlessly, slowly stroked a key on the page with a red pen, put down the book and opened the bag, and changed into the prepared skirt.

After solving the nervous problem, Zhao Yiyi came out of the bathroom and saw Jun Qing, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Sister Jun, which big brand did you borrow this from? This is so beautiful, right?!

"I didn't borrow clothes from the past."

Jun Qing turned his face and stared at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

This dress was customized for her by Di Lin before she traveled through time and was about to participate in the music festival performance.

Later, when she had an accident, the performance was ruined, and the skirt was kept pressing on the bottom of the box.

Two years later, her height has not changed much, but has developed a little, not only not affecting the effect, but her clothes are more delicate and orderly.

Fourth brother, I hope you will understand when you see this skirt, why I participated in this competition.

Not only for me, but also for you!

Because I want to get back all those things that you are proud of, mine...

glory!

You took a light breath and stretched out your right hand.
Chapter completed!