The multifunctional studio hall at East Capital TV Station now looks more like a messy vegetable market.
Fang Cheng shielded Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin, squeezing through the crowded security gate.
As soon as they entered, a mix of perfume, hairspray, and boxed lunch smells hit them in the face.
Dozens of folding long tables were put together as a temporary registration point, with crumpled waste paper and empty mineral water bottles all over the floor.
Fang Cheng took a registration form from the staff and found a slightly empty corner of a table to help Zhou Xiumei fill out her identity information and competition song.
Then, in exchange, they got a round number sticker with "0527" on it.
"Stick it on the left side of your chest, don't stick it crookedly."
Fang Cheng peeled off the adhesive and handed the number plate over.
Zhou Xiumei, with a guitar case on her shoulder, carefully took it with both hands, stuck it on her dress, and pressed it repeatedly.
