After everyone arrived, the staff brought each group of artists to their own practice room, and the rehearsal officially kicked off.

In other practice rooms, while the guests were still cramming, Yue Shao and the other four had already started discussing what to eat tonight.

Zhou Yiyang didn't stop him. After all, the degree of their efforts these days is enough to be used in recording and broadcasting.

"Two days of rehearsal, recording the day after tomorrow. What day should we go back?" Su Yin danced with her muscle memory and was able to take the time to ask Zhou Yiyang.

"I'll go back after staying for two days. The New Year's Eve party I discussed with Shencheng Satellite TV is almost ready." Zhou Yiyang said seriously.

"Brother Yang," Lin Xuan'er's eyes lit up. She knew that the party held by Zhou Yiyang, whether in the form or process, would definitely be completely different from other party. "Can you tell me what happened to this party?"

"This," Zhou Yiyang deliberately dragged his voice. Until all of them turned to look at him, Zhou Yiyang suddenly replied: "Keep confidential."

In an instant, the expressions of these people froze, and Wang Xingrui exclaimed: "Brother Yang, you really like to be mysterious now!"

"Yes." Su Yin nodded violently: "How can we guess if you do this!"

Zhou Yiyang did not answer their questions and still maintained suspense.

The two-day rehearsal time ended quickly. When the third day of recording was officially recorded, the facial expressions of the four of them were extremely relaxed.

"The only regret," Wang Xingrui was still muttering when she walked into the waiting hall: "There were no audiences at the scene today."

"Who said there was no one," Tang Yue immediately refuted Wang Xingrui's point of view, and then spoke up like arguing: "Have you forgotten our hard-working staff? Well, you Ruirui, you are becoming less and less concerned about ordinary people now."

Wang Xingrui snorted, and finally pressed against Lin Xuan'er tightly, as if saying that I won't bother with you.

Su Yin laughed and said to Tang Yue: "You are too naive. But to be honest, when I think of the fact that when we sing, there were only staff and artists who finished performing, I felt something was wrong."

"Absolute." Lin Xuan'er nodded: "When singing, if there is feedback and response from the audience, it is really different. I even think I can sing a few more songs. Whether it is a good sing or a mistake, you can at least feel that they are really listening to your singing."

"Look," Ling Hu walked behind them. After they finished speaking, he said to Luo Chen: "This enlightenment is completely different from ours. This is the difference between the best and the poor."

Luo Chen, who usually rarely responded to Ling Hu's jokes, actually spoke actively: "Indeed, we both just thought that it would be great without the audience and there would be no pressure. And if we make a mistake, we could still record it again. The four of them had never considered this matter at all."

After hearing these two people's words, the four of them realized something. This was recorded and can be recorded repeatedly.

And they completely forgot about this and thought about it all over again.

Zhou Yiyang looked at the two of them, as if he saw Su Yin and Tang Yue from that year: "Although you can re-record, don't make mistakes too many times, I can't afford to lose that person. Luo Chen, I'm actually quite relieved to be singing and dancing. Why did you feel assimilated by him after training with Ling Hu?"

Luo Chen was immediately embarrassed when Zhou Yiyang said this: "Mr. Zhou, I am actually training hard. You can see later, I will fight for it once!"

Ling Hu felt cold sweating, not because Zhou Yiyang had just criticized him, and Luo Chen promised to have a promise.

He sighed and said in Luo Chen's ear: "My Chenchen, you are confused, let's go through it again? You have won the provocation of our President Zhou!"

However, after this joke, they completely relaxed.

The recording began at 1:00 noon.

Zhou Yiyang, like other agents, sat with the group of staff and accompanied the recording.

However, after careful observation, I found that there were differences.

Zhou Yiyang sat in the center of the first row. On his left was the fat director of this party, which was a place where other agents could not sit.

"Mr. Zhou, can the four of them live at once? I heard that their rehearsals in the past two days have been particularly effective."

The fat director said while wiping his sweat, and he was nervous too.

Although recording and broadcasting does not limit the number of performances, one person's mistakes will delay the work of all artists and staff, so most artists do not want to record them repeatedly.

As a director, he naturally doesn't want it anymore. He started recording at one point in advance today, just to avoid the consequences of staying up late to record.

The artists in the backstage were chatting, and the atmosphere was still very harmonious.

When the staff came in, Wen Yuan, as the artist who started tonight, walked over with brisk steps.

"You can wash your ears well." Wang Xingrui said expectantly, and her eyes lit up.

"Well, no matter what, Sister Wen Yuan has no problem with her singing skills." Lin Xuan'er also leaned forward.

When Wen Yuan appeared on the stage, the artists in the backstage cheered excitedly, just like the staff on the stage.

Wen Yuan waved to everyone very kindly before she started her singing.

Her skills are still so stable, and Zhou Yiyang can't tell the difference between it and the recording studio.

However, no matter how superb Wen Yuan's skills are, her voice function has really declined.

If it was Wen Yuan in the past, she would improvise and rush up the last high notes, and use real sound.

But now she used falsetto, and both Wang Xingrui and Lin Xuaner discovered this.

Wang Xingrui remembered what Wen Yuan once said to her, "I am particularly optimistic about you taking my position in the future." But she didn't expect that that day would come so quickly.

"Ruirui," Lin Xuan'er said in her ear: "It seems that there are really not many voal female singers in our country who are still active."

"Yes." Wang Xingrui nodded: "We all have to work harder!"

Wen Yuan sang three songs, all of which were her famous works. She was very familiar with her singing, and she passed it once without surprise.

However, something was wrong with the singer who followed Wen Yuan. It was recorded three times in total before it was considered successful.

At this time, the relaxed atmosphere in the background was no longer there, and everyone became a little nervous.

Only one-third of the guests were passing, but Su Yin found that three hours had passed quietly.

"Everyone made a lot of mistakes, and the atmosphere is very depressing now." Su Yin said worriedly: "When we sing, it will be after midnight, right?"

Tang Yue exclaimed and suddenly closed her eyes: "I'll sleep for a while and wake me up when it's time for us."

At this time, Luo Chen and Ling Hu, under tremendous pressure, stepped onto the stage.
Chapter completed!