The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

The audience didn't know, so they only thought that the people who came in behind were handsome, handsome and surrounded by others, and their identities must not be simple.

Until everyone saw the director of the program group, respectfully yelling at one of the middle-aged men among the men who were surrounded by the director.

Only then did I realize that the identity of the man surrounded by him turned out to be so difficult.

It must be no ordinary person to be greeted by the director of the national television station so humbly.

The director nodded at the director, and then looked at the middle of the first row, seeing that it was already occupied, his face was displeased.

The director was frightened to see such obvious displeasure from the director.

And Bai Fang and the boss of Diyu Entertainment, who were sitting there, were also very embarrassed, somewhat like sitting on pins and needles.

Especially the boss of Diyu Entertainment, looking at the man in front of him, he always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Who is this big man?

Who is he here for?

Everyone discussed it, but they never discussed the reason.

Lin Xiao glanced at the time, condensed his eyebrows, the show was about to begin.

"It's okay, just find me a place to sit."

The director hurriedly smiled, "How can it work, your identity..."

"It's okay, don't delay the progress." Lin Xiao then sat down in the empty seat in the corner of the first row.

When the director saw this, he hurriedly followed. Before going over, he didn't forget to stare at the director fiercely.

The director was stared and panicked even more.

I became more curious about the identity of that big man.

As Lin Xiao sat down, the scene gradually calmed down.

The last show of "This Is idol", the ultimate festival, officially begins.

According to the order of the rehearsal, Huanyu Band and Uriya are in a group, and they perform at the end of the line.

Driven by the live host, the program unfolded smoothly, and the players began to play one by one in accordance with their order of appearance.

If we say that during the rehearsal, although it is a rehearsal with makeup, the players have more or less retained some strength.

When the official competition begins, the players will explode their true strength.

"Sure enough, they are all the finalists. Everyone is amazing." Dou Zi looked at the screen in the lounge, shocked.

The others did not speak, but watched the performances of other players seriously.

Because it is a live broadcast of the finals, this time, there will be a camera to follow in the lounge of each finalist.

Huanyu's reputation is not very good, at this time, he can only talk to the camera as little as possible.

Because they talk very little, the program team cuts very few shots for them.

At this time, the TV camera swept to the first row of the auditorium.

"Look, it's really Teacher Bai Fang!" Dou Zi pointed to Bai Fang on the TV screen, "Captain, your idol Teacher Bai Fang!"

Mo Feng looked at the TV quietly, without any expression on his face.

If it was before, if he saw Teacher Bai Fang, he would be as excited as Dou Zi.

Because for a long time, Mr. Bai Fang sealed the gods in his heart.

Until not long ago, the **** in his heart actually helped Pu Gong and the others and stole Huanyu's music.

From that moment on, the **** in his heart completely fell from the altar.

At this time, the live broadcast was cut to Huanyu's lounge.

When he heard Dou Zi's sentence that Bai Fang was Mo Feng's idol, a scolding sound began on the barrage.