Almighty Star Daddy

As the popularity of the program continues to rise, both the ratings and attention of this season far exceed those of the previous two seasons. Part of the reason for these achievements is that the program team continued to use their strengths and avoid weaknesses when producing the program. The interaction with the program is constantly improving. However, the ratings are constantly increasing, and more of it is because the players in this season are of higher quality and stronger strength.

  The interview was rejected by Meng Si a few days ago. Han Mo invited Chang Hao without success. The video of the interview was uploaded online just before the game.

  In the video, Chang Hao seemed very confident. When the host asked him what song he would sing in the sixth game, he did not answer directly but revealed some content.

  Chang Hao was full of confidence, “I will try a completely different style of music. This is a breakthrough for me. For this reason, I specially invited a professional team to help create together. In short, I am very confident in the sixth game.”

   "Bah, where is the confidence, the face?" Xiao Pang cursed at the computer, raised the bottle and took a sip of water, still staring at the screen fiercely.

  Finally, the host asked him if he had anything to say to the fans. He pursed his lips and said, "Please wait and see."

  Xiao Pang curled his lips while watching the video, “Well, wait and see, huh, and wait and see, it’s the second in the millennium.”

Meng Si had seen that video a long time ago, but he didn’t care. The host was guided during the interview, and he would be routine if he didn’t pay attention. Just answer that I am confident in this game.

   "If you are like a firecracker again, I wonder if you have the ability to help Han Mo do network maintenance." Meng Si raised his eyebrows with his arms around his chest.

   "He has a domineering look, I can't bear it." Xiao Pang defended.

   "Can't understand? You have watched it three times." Meng Si gave Pang Xie a slanted look and shook his head helplessly.

  Pang kept silent, and bowed his head and nodded the small cross in the upper right corner of the video.

  He watched the video three times, watched and scolded once, then watched, scolded again. He knew in his heart that Chang Hao didn't say anything against Han Mo, but it was not pleasing to his eyes. Who would call him Han Mo's opponent? At this moment, Pang Xie regarded Chang Hao as an imaginary enemy.

  The competition in front of the stage has begun. The singers who ranked lower in the previous game have appeared one after another. Han Mo called Xuan Xuan, and then told Zeng Ying something. Zeng Ying defined him as more nagging than women.

One player will be eliminated in this game, and there will be no replacement in the next game. A singer will be eliminated in the seventh and eighth games. The number for the finals has priority. In the tenth game, only five singers participated in the championship. The rest of the singers who have appeared on the show will perform as returning singers and will not participate in the competition.

  This game is very important, although there is no difference in the rules from the previous games, because the next game does not need to fill up positions, which will bring a strong atmosphere of tension before the finals to the show.

  The singers are gearing up, and no one wants to be eliminated. The sixth game of the competition, whether it is the selection of songs or the taste of the audience, the singers have a general understanding.

  The applause rises and falls, the singers stepped up and down, and 5 singers have already sung. Without exception, they have chosen songs with a higher degree of difficulty and strong skills, explosive power, high pitch, and a strong sense of rhythm, which made the atmosphere of the competition continue to be enthusiastic.

  As soon as Han Mo hung up the phone, the assistant director reminded him to prepare for the show.

  Now the singer on stage is Chang Hao, who was previously called Han Mo’s only opponent by netizens.

In the last game, he maintained his previous style, line of love songs, and the songs were soothing and calm, relying on his previous popularity to get the second place, but the stage effect is still very different from Han Mo's "Fantastic", so this Field, he changed his style.

  As soon as the rhythmic prelude began, the audience off the court clapped their hands. The previous singers were all high-pitched competitive songs. By Chang Hao, the audience had reached a state of boiling.

   "These people are following Brother Han's style, can't they have some creativity of their own." Xiao Pang Xie said unconvinced.

  Meng Si rolled his eyes towards Xiao Pang and didn't say a word, but he was also faintly worried about Han Mo's performance. But after thinking about it, this guy had a surprise every time. He was nervous about him, so he didn't think much about it.

  Han Mo didn't care much. He checked the time, and the grandparents of the child should be home.

  He took out his mobile phone and opened the personal collection in the address book. There were only three numbers in it. Han Mo hesitated and touched "Dad" lightly.

  The call was quickly connected, and an impatient "Hello" came from the microphone.

  Han Mo heard a voice and asked, "Are you home with mom."

  As soon as I got home, I turned on the TV and waited for "Finding Good Sounds" to begin. Finally, when my son was about to come on stage, the phone rang and the old man didn't even look at the display, so he put on the phone and said impatiently "Hey".

  At this moment, I was shocked when I heard Han Mo’s voice. He quickly took the phone away. He had presbyopia and no glasses. Only when he held the phone far away could he see the words on the screen, "Son".

The old man was surprised and delighted. For so many years, Han Mo never called him. When he hadn't been upset before, even if he asked for money, he always called his mother. He never called him. He even broke contact when he went to Beidu. Han Jun was very excited when he heard what his son said, but he still pretended to be calm and replied, "Here."

  Han Mo feels a little complicated. He has something to say but he doesn’t know how to say it. The old man is also a bad talker. At this moment, there is no sound, it is the silence between father and son.

  It was Han Jun who took the lead, "I'm going to play, and perform well, I'll hang up first." He also wants to chat with his son for a while, but he will be playing soon, so he doesn't want to waste time.

  Han Mo knew that he would hang up the phone if he didn’t talk about Han Jun, and he didn’t want to wait any longer for some words, “Dad, I used to, I’m sorry.”

  There was no voice on the phone. Han Mo knew that he did not hang up. After two seconds, a deep voice came from the receiver, "Yeah."

  Hung up the phone, Han Jun’s serious face suddenly smiled, "My wife, do you know who called me?"

  Chen Yuehong was watching TV earnestly, and didn't listen to the content of Han Jun's call at all, and said casually, "Who is it."

  Han Jun continued to say excitedly, “Look first to see if you have missed a call.”

  Chen Yuehong glanced at the phone and said impatiently, "No."

The last doubt was gone. The old man laughed twice. "It's my son. My son called me. I didn't call you because he didn't answer. My son called me specifically. Call me. Of."

  Chen Yuehong couldn't help but smile when she looked at her wife, "You old thing, the more you live, the less valuable you are. A phone call will make you happy."

  Han Jun ignored her, continued to hold the phone, and whispered, "I'm sorry, this is the first time."

  The music ends and Chang Hao leaves.

  Han Mo took a deep breath and prepared to take the stage.

  The stage darkened, and the piano slowly rose to the stage through the mechanism. Han Mo came onto the stage and sat in front of the piano. The lights came on again, and all the spotlights were shining in Han Mo's direction.

   Seeing Han Mo, the audience burst into applause, and the voice continued for a while.

   "Brother Han wants to play and sing, why don't I know." Xiao Pang suddenly shouted.

  Meng Si rolled his eyes at him and let out a cold voice, "I need to report to you in advance, right."

This is not what Xiao Pang thought in his heart. He said excitedly, "Of course it’s good to play and sing, but it’s not explosive. It’s limited to play, oh, oh, oh, why didn’t Brother Han discuss it with everyone? This time is over. How can you get first without a high pitch?" Xiao Pang Xie walked around anxiously.

  Meng Si knew that Han Mo was going to play and sing this time. He didn't stop or ask why. He believed in Han Mo.