Chapter 18: Bai Yueguang

With the completion of the next group of contestants, the voting results of Luo Jiujiang and Ye Heng were also presented on the big screen of the stage.
The audience was facing the screen, obviously looking at the results of the two-row bar graph. However, the live broadcast camera was very cunning. It cleverly flashed on the big screen, and then cut the camera position to the faces of Luo Jiujiang, Ye Heng, the host and the audience.
The audience squatting in the live room wanted to kill the cameraman.
-"What is it and what is the result?"
-"I just felt that the two counting poles were similar."
-"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, i only saw the two pillars flashed and disappeared, and did not even see which one belonged to.
Then, as if the appetite in the live broadcast room was not enough, the camera position changed, from Luo Jiujiang's slightly unexpected look, Ye Heng's wide-open eyes, and the audience inhaled and covered their mouths. Floating up again and again.
At this moment, no voiceover is better than voiceover. Suddenly, almost everyone heard the universal magnetic baritone silently-then, who is the real winner of this game?
The fans who watched the live broadcast are almost desperate.
At the moment when a row of face-defying bullet screens was about to collectively become a "killing director", the camera finally switched back to the big screen, and the two ticket posts on it could not help but stun people.
-"Wow, my goodness."
-"This is really..."
-"It's a shame! I don't know what to say..."
It turns out that in the scene that just flashed past, the height of the two flush ticket posts is not an illusion.
The ballot column is divided into two parts, red and blue. Red votes are the number of live votes, accounting for two-tenths of the weight of the vote; blue votes are the number of online votes, accounting for eight-tenth of the weight of the votes.
Judging from the scene, almost all the red tickets are under Luo Jiujiang’s bar chart, but Ye Heng’s blue votes are better than Luo Jiujiang’s, so the final result is -
On the final bar chart after calculation, Luo Jiujiang's number is three more votes than Ye Heng's.
There are only three votes, just three votes.
Judging from the base number of the two people's votes, the difference between these three votes makes the bar chart indistinguishable from the naked eye.
However, it is enough to determine the outcome of this game.
Artists who have already debuted were beaten by amateurs, and Ye Heng's statistics are still visible to the naked eye. Ye Heng believes that soon this incident will circulate happily among his sunspots and his opponent, and it is estimated that it will be enough for people to laugh at him for three full years.
Oh shit.
Misery is just one word.
Ye Heng quickly maintained his expression. He opened his hand to Luo Jiujiang exaggeratedly, and gave Luo Jiujiang a hug that seemed to contain blessing and admiration.
However, his chaotic, almost disorderly heartbeat, even under the cover of the stage dubbing, could not hide from Luo Jiujiang's ears.
[Poor. ] The system suddenly came up and said.
[Ok? Luo Jiujiang was a little surprised that the other party would say so.
[I also registered an account to vote for you. ] The system replied, [You have no aura, and you didn’t use your sound-killing skills, but the drumming sounds really nice. I recorded it and saved a copy on my hard drive... is it okay? ]
Luo Jiujiang said naturally: [It's okay, you can do it yourself. ]
Hearing the answer in the deduction result of this logical algorithm, the internal data of the system fluctuates gently.
As for more things, of course the system 5555 doesn't have to talk to Luo Jiujiang, the alien bun.
For example, Luo Jiujiang still doesn't know what the navy is called, and what is swiping tickets.
So of course 5555 will not explain, saying that as a system, he is fully aware of the movement of online voting.
Even if Ye Heng used the navy to swipe the tickets, most of the passers-by tickets and on-site tickets were all given to Luo Jiujiang.
At the moment when the number of votes is about to be closed, the system already knows the answer in advance.
So it took half a second to register a new account, and before the last second, it voted for Luo Jiujiang with eight votes in the account.
If even a low-level program such as a navy robot can repeatedly swipe votes, then its dignified advanced intelligent system 5555, there is no reason to be deprived of voting rights, right?
And its host is obviously a sword who can single out the entire world, but it still obeys the world's rules. When Luo Jiujiang competes with ordinary people, he does not hang up, does not cheat, and only uses the purest musical qualities to convince people with pleasure.
In contrast, using modern technology and capital operations to achieve a disgraceful victory, is Ye Heng so embarrassed?
Since he was so embarrassed, the system had to be embarrassed for him.
The internal data of the system 5555, which hides merits and fame, flashes triumphantly, and when you speak again, it is still a mechanical announcement: [The target's regret value reaches 60, please move forward bravely. ]
Luo Jiujiang was slightly taken aback when he heard the words: [How come it suddenly rises by 20, is it possible that Shao Lan's listed stock has fallen? ]
[No. ] The system replied flatly, [It's just that he is watching the live broadcast. ]
The camera kept chasing Luo Jiujiang until he was off the court, still chasing reluctantly.
Therefore, the audience in the live broadcast room could see so clearly that Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling shook hands with each other in congratulations.
Two equally slender and white hands, and a blue blood vessel tightened on the back of the hands, seemed to be equally powerful. Their similar eyebrows and the corners of their eyes were smiling slightly at each other, looking like a pair of pearls side by side.

That afternoon, Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang met in a free lounge.
Han Qianling was accompanied by an assistant. Half of this arrangement is that if the current scene is accidentally filmed, the assistant can take it to Luo Jiujiang to avoid suspicion; the other half is because...
The assistant conscientiously cleaned up the table top, and placed a group of afternoon tea desserts delivered by the takeaway on it. Then he turned his head and shouted, "Brother Han, Brother Jiang, you can eat it."
Han Qianling smiled and led Luo Jiujiang to sit down on the table, and patted twice on the table with his fingertips. The noise was not loud, and even the movements were soft: "Let us celebrate your promotion."
The assistant stepped back silently and sat on the sofa in the far side of the lounge, giving the two people a small white round table full of dessert plates and a few golden sunlight.
Only occasionally, the assistant's eyes would flicker, and he quietly glanced at Luo Jiujiang, with an unconcealed curiosity in his eyes.
In his opinion, Han Qianling has really become too much after meeting Luo Jiujiang.
Take this table of afternoon tea snacks as an example. Han Qianling didn't like to eat before.
To be precise, the assistant has been with Han Qianling for five years, but he hasn't found anything that Han Qianling likes to eat.
He is not picky about eating, just looking at his expression, he will feel that what he eats is like chewing wax to him. No matter what high-level ingredients are placed in front of his eyes, and how exquisite cooking they have undergone, Han Qianling just moved a few chopsticks perfunctorily.
Han Qianling is very polite to people around him, sometimes even tolerant. He is not like those celebrities who like to play big names, nor is he a spoiled dude brother.
In the past five years, he has never even reprimanded an assistant, and of course he has never beaten someone - but for no reason, the assistant is afraid of him.
Many times, in the afternoon's leisure time, the assistant saw Han Qianling quietly nestled in the shadow of the armchair, about an inch away from the sun. His expression was solemn as if he had been tortured, and occasionally a bit of disgust for life flashed from his face, as if there were a thousand mothers piercing him at the same time.
Perhaps because Han Qianling's appearance is too grand, or because Han Qianling's temperament is too cold. In an occasional moment, the assistant would feel heart palpitations from Han Qianling's usual indifferent expression at the moment he raised his head.
It's like the boss who gets along with him day and night, it's more like a simulation machine with a twisted clockwork, rather than a living thing with warmth and breathing.
However, since meeting Luo Jiujiang, Mr. Han is too much like a living thing.
The assistant's eyes floated towards the table again: The small white round table was filled with Yangzhi nectar, tiramisu, black forest cake, milk, coconut pudding, fruit tea and so on. There is even an ice cream cake in the center, the pattern is...
Luo Jiujiang smiled. He naturally cut out a piece of ice cream cake and gave it to Han Qianling. He handed it to the other party while talking: "This is a pig? I have identified it for a long time. Why is this pig so flat?"
That's right, the patterns on the ice cream cake are Peppa Pig and Susie the Lamb, who named them by name.
I don’t always know that Han is always such a childlike person. The assistant murmured secretly in his heart.
It's that he doesn't understand the situation.
Although it has been less than two months since they met, Han Qianling has already understood Luo Jiujiang's preferences. For example, in terms of diet, Luo Jiujiang likes to eat delicious things, but he is most interested in the novel dim sum and dishes.
Whether it's the dirty bags of Internet celebrities, towel rolls, cocktails with colorful colors, or even the very novel patterns, they will trigger Luo Jiujiang's eagerness to explore.
Han Qianling could expect that because Luo Jiujiang had never seen Peppa Pig's tricks, he would be interested.
But Han Qianling didn't expect that Luo Jiujiang's first reaction when he saw a fresh pattern would be to cut it down and share it with himself.
The assistant sat idly, eyes occasionally passing between the two bosses not far away.
Suddenly, his gaze paused slightly, and then he trembled as if he was stimulated.
He saw that Mr. Han, who was always full of emotions and anger, his boss, at this moment, was hanging his eyes, curling his lips at a piece of ice cream cake painted with Peppa Pig, showing a very gentle smile.
assistant Manager:"……"
Mr. Han spoke, and his voice was softer than the assistant had heard in five years: "Because you are an amateur and have no experience in this area, I think I should give you a reminder-Jiujiang, you have considered the issue of the agent. ?"
Luo Jiujiang echoed without blinking his eyes: "You are right, I have been thinking about this issue a long time ago, but there has been no suitable candidate. I wonder if Teacher Han has recommended it?"
Then on the other side, he madly knocked on the system in his heart: [System, what is the broker? ]
system:[……]
Some people, you look at people like dogs and have a clear mind, but you don't even know what the agent is and dare to agree.
The system intends to pretend to be dead, and the system does not want to speak.
Han Qianling smiled even more when he heard the words. He smiled and said: "I have a good candidate. Maybe you can take time to chat with him. I will send you his WeChat ID."
While he bowed his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, Luo Jiujiang passed a piece of black forest in his direction.
"Isn't the afternoon tea to celebrate my promotion? Let's not talk about work for now-you try this? I think you will like it.
…………
The assistant kept counting to Han Qianling with his eyes not far away. When the small gathering finally ended, the assistant was surprised to find that their total food intake during this afternoon tea had almost exceeded the usual dinner.
This is unprecedented.
During the whole process, there was always a comfortable and soothing smile on his face, and the corners of the lips that were happily contorted did not even go for a moment.