On stage, the audience mbers who were randomly selected from the registrants to attend the event imdiately cried out.
"To be honest, even I am very excited!" Next to him, Han Jun also started laughing, "Because even I don’t know who will co out next, now, please welco our number one instructor!"
Applause erupted.
A man with blond hair and blue eyes, handso in appearance, strode onto the stage—it was none other than the hot small Heavenly King from Europe and Arica, Adams!
The shrieks, they rose.
Then ca the second one, this ti it was Park Anzi, a musician and singer from South Korea. Her appearance also elicited a wave of screams.
The third one was Ya Nan, a very famous music producer from the mainland. Although not as famous as the previous two, nurous Heavenly Kings and Queens were produced by him, his professional standards far surpassing the previous two.
"Wow, one after another, all of them big shots, I really can’t imagine who the fourth instructor will be?!" The astonishnt on Ouyang Qing’s face was genuine, just as Han Jun said, even they did not know who tonight’s judges were going to be.
"Now, let’s all together call out for our fourth instructor!" Han Jun took over the lead, "I’ll count to three, and then we all shout, ’Instructor, please co out.’ Now, one, two, three..."
"Instructor, please co out!"
The entire venue cheered in unison.
Amidst the music, Leng Zimo, dressed in a pale grey suit, walked leisurely onto the stage with a calm and composed gait, his deanor as if Emperor Leng were ascending to his throne.
For a full few seconds, the entire venue fell silent, even the two hosts had their eyes wide open in shock.
No one expected that Emperor Leng, who had not made a public appearance for three years, would show up on this stage.
Han Jun was a skilled speaker and quickly regained his composure, "Oh my gosh, I can’t believe my eyes, our Emperor Leng has actually appeared on the stage!"
It was only after he spoke that the audience recovered from their shock.
Screams, whistles, welco cheers... almost enough to burst the entire venue.
Leng Zimo gently raised his hand, and the place imdiately quieted down.
"Today I am rely a judge. The ti below belongs to our contestants, and I hope everyone present can fairly cast their votes for the person you most want to support!"
With a casual remark, he strode over to the judges’ seats, nodded to the other three, and sat down in his own spot.
"Now, please relax your wildly thumping little hearts, because the semifinals of the Beijing Competition Area of ’Huaxia Idol’ are about to start now. Please welco contestant number one, please rember his na—Loh Ziming!"
Inside the studio, the competition began.
Outside the studio, the frenzy had already begun.
On Weibo, on forums...
"Leng Zimo makes his first stage appearance after three years, everyone go watch the ’Huaxia Idol’ live broadcast!"
Similar ssages spread wildly, and within just ten minutes, the viewership rating of ’Huaxia Idol’ had increased by twelve percentage points.
The na Leng Zimo, like a heavy bomb, instantly set off the opening of ’Huaxia Idol’.
"Leng Zimo has also beco a judge?"
"Oh my god, it can’t be true!"
...
Backstage, the contestants had already heard the news, and upon hearing that na, everyone was both excited and anxious.
Having the opportunity to receive critique from this revered figure was incredibly rare, but also well-known was his notoriety for being harsh. Would he take a liking to any of them?
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