The woman received everyone's support and immediately revealed her plan.
"Okay, I just took a look. There were ten rows of seats in the audience, with fifty people in each row. Everyone passed it down. The people in the first four rows all voted for him. After they finished casting the fifth row, they could cast again, but they could not cast all of them. He had to leave five people behind as insurance to ensure that the final vote count was exactly 250.”
"Good, this is a good idea."
After an emergency discussion, the five people sitting in the row were left behind as the last insurance.
The women were very excited. When they heard that they were going to vote for Yang Hao, their faces were glowing and they were in high spirits.
Wang Li and the others also received the message. A few of them were whispering.
They were sitting in the back row and could easily affect the final result.
"Wang Li, I'm serious this time," Liu Yan warned. If you become a traitor, we will no longer be friends.”
Wang Li waved her hand and smiled." Although I like Yang Hao, I want to see him make a fool of himself." Don't worry, I won't press it."
The people in the last five rows were all communicating and unifying their opinions, afraid that there would be an accident.
However, it was obvious that women were a species that did not mind watching the show.
Watching Yang Hao make a fool of himself was much more interesting than voting for him.
Director Wang was a little anxious. It was already the third match of the second round, but the viewership ratings had dropped to 12.5%.
Although this result was better than the best result in the past.
However! When Yang Hao appeared in the first round, the viewership rating was 13.4%.
The difference was too obvious.
Fortunately, the fourth scene had already begun, and the viewership ratings were slowly rising. It was estimated that before Yang Hao appeared, the viewership ratings would once again return to the peak.
At Qian Ya's house, the girls were no longer in the mood to watch the show. They were all browsing the online comments on their phones.
When they saw the comments praising Yang Hao, the group of people was furious. They all picked up their phones and retaliated.
After that, not only did it not have any effect, but it was also greatly ridiculed.
Just as the girls were fighting with the netizens, someone suddenly said," It's about to start.”
Then, the group of girls immediately put down their phones and focused on the television screen.
Countless people in front of their televisions put down their work at this time and began to watch the other song that Yang Hao was going to perform.
Whether it was those who loved him or those who hated him, they could not deny it.
His songs were really good.
After a melodious tune, Yang Hao appeared.
He was wearing a white traditional Han costume with narrow sleeves. His hair was tied up with a scarf and a wide belt was tied around his waist.
He had a Tang sword on his left waist, a gourd on his right waist, and a folding fan in his right hand.
With a flick of his right hand, he opened his folding fan and walked out slowly. He was indescribably carefree and relaxed.
He sang as he walked on the stage, occasionally looking up at the sky, as if there was an endless mountain mist scenery there.
I'm drunk, I'm drinking, I'm traveling in the cold mountains, the sky is full of frost
Breathing in the cold air, the cold wind turns over the wine, sprinkling the rivers and mountains
Looking up at the blue water, clouds and mist, the sparrow falls to the earth
Raising my hand, my wine falls in front of my wet shirt
You see the snowflakes drifting away, changing the white view
The white-haired old man carried the child down the mountain
Watching the fairy dance from afar, I'm drunk and leisurely today
When will I return after parting from the cold mountains?
His voice was deep and ancient, sounding a little hoarse and tired, but the unrestrained energy that wandered between the mountains and the mist was fascinating.
After that, a series of Beijing accent moves sounded so sexy. And everyone could feel that what came after was probably the real drama.
Yang Hao calmly took off the gourd at his waist and took a sip.
He wasn't pretending. He really did fill it with water.
After drinking, he hung the gourd back on his waist and looked around, as if he was admiring the beautiful scenery of the mountain.
I want to stay a few more steps against the wind
How can I let the cold wind blow my sore spot
I said, don't cry, Hanshan
I'll take you out
I toasted you and brought you out
It was an opera voice, but it wasn't the kind of female opera voice. It was a falsetto voice, and it sounded extremely comfortable.
Then, his voice changed and returned to normal. He sang with the falsetto of the accompaniment.
I want to turn into ice, there's no way out
How can I let the ice freeze my heart?
I said, don't cry, Hanshan
I'll take you out
I'll paint beautifully and bring you out
To be honest, this song wasn't as stunning as The Drunken Concubine, but the feeling of elegance was too real, and it made people fascinated.
Yang Hao's emotions were already five-star, especially since the artistic conception of this song was extremely suited to his state of mind. This song was almost singing his inner thoughts. It was especially intoxicating.
The eyes of Qian Ya and the other girls sparkled as they looked at the man on the screen. Why was he so handsome?
He was unrestrained, unrestrained, and unrestrained. He was simply a living hero hermit.
How could he be so handsome?
It wasn't because he was good-looking or handsome, but because his temperament was too special, so special that it made people fascinated at first glance.
Mrs. Qian looked at the person on the screen in surprise. It was her first time seeing Yang Hao's true appearance. He looked very handsome, but his temperament was even more handsome.
He was just so willful, so free and easy.
No wonder he dared to scold people so casually, because he didn't care at all.
In his eyes, the rules of the secular world were probably not as important as that pot of wine.
The female audience looked at the man on the stage with infatuation, the man who made people gnash their teeth in hatred. The man who scolded them to the bone.
However, this was too cool and unrestrained.
What would happen if she had such a boyfriend?
Ah, you can't think like that. That's too wrong. This person is very prejudiced against women.
Teacher Liu Huan closed his eyes and leaned back. His right index finger tapped on the table bit by bit. He felt especially intoxicated by the song.
Wang Feng finally stopped writing. He looked at the stage in a daze. He was surrounded by crumpled paper balls.
Naying narrowed her eyes, seemingly admiring the song as well.
Miss Meiji frowned and pondered. She looked at the man on the stage with a complicated expression.
The singing stopped and a round of applause rang out.
Yang Hao looked at the audience in surprise. Eh, what's wrong with these women? He suddenly became so enthusiastic. It shouldn't be.
Under the live broadcast camera, the women and girls in the audience were all in high spirits. They did not feel dejected or defeated at all.
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