The break is over.
The show starts again.
Backstage.
Ning Feiping is already waiting there.
Ha Qiqi hands him the microphone, "One more minute, it's your turn, Xiaoning."
Ning Feiping is also visibly nervous, not the usual kind of nervousness.
It's the kind of nervousness that makes one sweat buckets.
In fact, you can clearly see the sweat trickling down his forehead.
He's just a migrant worker, when has he ever seen such a grand scene!
Ning Feiping's hands tremble with unease: "I'm scared, I definitely won't sing as well as the previous contestants."
Zhang Feng says: "Don't put yourself down!"
Ning Feiping shakes his head: "They really do sing better than me!"
Elder Wang encourages: "You were the first one chosen by Young Master Bu, how could you not be up to the task?"
But Ning Feiping feels even more pressure, he looks down at his clothes and says: "But my outfit also..."
The production team only provides makeup, not wardrobe.
