Chapter 137: The Semifinals Begin, Popularity Rankings Revealed!

Tomorrow night will be the semifinals of *I Am a Singer-Songwriter*.

The production team has already released the information about each of the eight contestants’ guest collaborators on Penguin Video and Mango Video.

They have also posted a voting channel for the most popular pairings below, allowing viewers to vote for the contestant-and-guest combination they support.

Nonmembers on each platform may cast only one vote, while members may cast two.

One had to admit, capitalists really did know how to make money. What a—

Dust billowed along the road, covering Lin Yiyi’s face in grime as well. Some sand had gotten into her eyes earlier, and now she was rubbing them while tears streamed down her cheeks.

The waiter watched them with a smug look. At that very moment, a fireball suddenly came hurtling in from outside and slammed directly into the hunting ground’s service window, blasting the waiter into the wall. Several more fireballs immediately flew inside.

When old enemies met, Sheldon’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He spun around and charged at the five of them.

“Keep it. I have plenty more of these pills, and they’re useless to me anyway.” Fearing that Feng Yue would not believe him, Jiang Cheng took out another identical bottle.

“Yes. Although I didn’t obtain that spirit treasure, I still managed to break through with the aid of the spare item. With the strength I’ve kept hidden, dealing with two Grand Spirit Masters will be more than manageable.” Wei Jiaohan extended her left hand, where a block of ice radiating a bone-chilling cold had formed.

If anyone was foolish enough to trample on her bottom line, she certainly did not mind wasting a little time to teach them a lesson.

Over the past few days, the entire team had been restructured. Following the death of their former captain, Shi Zhengyang, the group had lost both its strongest combatant and its perfect human shield. Mu Lan had therefore focused on raising the team’s survivability to an entirely new level. Their combat style was no longer as crude and straightforward as it had been during the Rock-Solid era.

“Then, Sister Hanyue, which of these four academies do you think is the best?” Jiang Cheng began probing for information.

Silver City had prepared a grand welcoming banquet for their reinforcements. Of course, it merely appeared lively on the surface. Supplies were desperately scarce here; they could not even produce any decent wine.

Yuan Qishan even suspected that the reason they had been able to discover that cut this time was because their opponent had deliberately left it behind, intending either to provoke him or to issue a warning.

But that was precisely why the other party’s professional standards were so reliable. The quality of the tea they supplied was guaranteed, and it had become one of their hotel’s distinguishing features. For some rare and precious teas, renowned tea connoisseurs would even set aside time every year to hold tasting gatherings at their hotel.

Su Mo could not concern himself with crimes committed in every other field, but when it came to antiques, he absolutely would not allow such things to happen.

Because she had consumed the fourth-rank demon core of the Qishan Locust Queen, Lu Yaoyao had quietly advanced to the third rank half a month earlier, becoming a great demon in her own right. Unfortunately, she had yet to show any sign of waking. Fortunately, there appeared to be nothing abnormal. Based on Lu Chen’s estimation, it was most likely because she had not yet completely digested the demon core.

A flush spread across Zhaodi’s jade-like cheeks, making her even more radiant and alluring, impossible to look away from.

He nodded and said with a smile, “Generally speaking, there are only a few possible reasons why an automatic filter press would run slurry.

She gathered the brocade shawl around her arms. Vast stretches of begonias wound through the hem of her skirt, swaying and twisting with an enchanting, bewitching grace.

This Ninth Master Shen was finely featured, but whenever his phoenix eyes narrowed, schemes and stratagems seemed to arise.

In his heart, he very much wanted to wear that ring. Yet whenever he saw it, he felt not the slightest trace of sweetness—only shame and remorse. Even the memory of their engagement in Africa had turned into a false happiness born of deception.

As for the remaining three—Zheng, He, and Kang—not one of them was willing to leave. In any case, the provincial governor’s residence provided meals, and all three families were wealthy enough to be generous with their rewards. Thus, the food they received was even more sumptuous than the ordinary daily fare.