When the host opens the plug-in

Chapter 82 Su Kaiqiang

After Li Zibai finished speaking, he nodded to the staff next to him.

The staff hurriedly marked the heads and sent the paper with the lyrics printed on it. On the paper, the parts that everyone wanted to sing had already been marked.

"Let the World Fill With Love" has a total of 61 sentences. On the paper, each person is assigned one sentence in alphabetical order of surname, and the last 20 sentences are a chorus.This is a very fair way of distribution. There is no one who is allowed to sing more because of the big wrist, and no one who is not well-known is not given the opportunity to sing solo.

After reading the distribution of the lyrics, everyone thinks it is very good, and no one has any objections.

More than 40 singers gather together. If it is placed on an ordinary small stage, it may appear crowded, but the No. 2300 studio will not. It has a stage area of ​​[-] square meters and is the largest studio in the country.

But although the stage is not crowded, the camera cannot accommodate so many people.

So Li Zibai divided the 40 people into four rows according to the order in which the lyrics were sung, with ten people in each row.After the ten people in the first row have finished singing, they will be separated by five and five, filling up to the last row, and continuing to sing in the second row, and so on.Until everyone has finished their solo line, the stage in the back row will go up, making sure everyone gets their faces.

After arranging their positions, everyone began to line up consciously according to the order of the lyrics.

Just as they were about to start, a middle-aged man with sunglasses arrived.

Can really pretend to be X!

This was Ren Ming's first impression when he saw him.

The middle-aged man was accompanied by seven people, three women and four men. The three women were all good-looking girls, wearing uniform short skirts and suspenders. One was holding water, the other was holding clothes, and the third was holding paper and Plastic bags; the four men were dressed as bodyguards in suits and sunglasses, guarding the three in the middle from all directions.

It was Su Kaiqiang who came.

The former civilian king, in the era when he became popular, big names such as Lin Daqi can only be said to be on an equal footing with him.Later, all kinds of negative news were entangled, so I quit the circle.

For some reason in the past two years, he who hadn't heard from him for more than ten years suddenly appeared on the Internet, and the previous negative news was also clarified one by one.Therefore, many people want him to return, which is why Li Zibo agreed to invite him at that time.

The singers on stage, including the staff members, all looked at him, and everyone's impression of him was reduced to the lowest level. Even the staff member who proposed to hire him at the beginning felt regretful.

What do you say you pretend to be X?Lin Tianwang is much more popular than you, and he didn't make such a big show like you.

Li Zibai greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Su, you are here."

He took the last copy of the lyrics from the staff and handed it to Su Kaiqiang, "Mr. Su, here are the lyrics. Let's arrange them first." After finishing speaking, he turned to the stage and said, "All the staff come down. We're ready to start."

"Wait!" Su Kaiqiang called to stop, and said, "Director, I'm just here and I'm a little tired. Let's rest for 10 minutes before starting."

His voice made Lin Heng quite uncomfortable, as if there was phlegm stuck in his throat.

The smile on Li Zibai's face gradually forced, "Mr. Su, everyone has been waiting for a long time, it's not good to wait any longer, or you will be troubled, let's record and rehearse first and then talk about it?"

Su Kaiqiang's face was a little displeased, "Director, you want to start rehearsing as soon as possible to save time, I understand that. But please understand me, I've been running all the way, and I'm exhausted, so I'm sure I can't sing like this, If you can't sing well, you have to start over, won't it waste more time? Do you think this is the reason?"

Li Zibai said: "Then I'll seek the opinions of other teachers."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Daqi in the crowd said: "Director Li, it's okay, we'll wait for him when he's tired."

"Yo!" Seeing Lin Daqi, Su Kaiqiang said, "Old Lin, so you are here."

Lin Daqi came over and said with a smile, "Yes, Kai Qiang, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"That's right." Su Kaiqiang felt a little emotional, "The North Sun and South Forest back then, now everyone only remembers you."

"Ahem! he~" He started to cough, and the person holding the paper next to him hurriedly handed the paper to him.

puff!
He spit on the paper and threw it into the plastic bag that the girl was holding.

Lin Daqi said: "Hehe, your life is very nourishing."

"Average, I can't compare to you."

"Water." He said again, but after waiting for a long time, he still didn't get any water.Looking back, he found that the girl holding the water was staring at a certain place. He followed her gaze, and Ren Ming's face fell into his eyes.

"You." He pointed at Ren Ming, "Come here."

Ren Ming:?
He came over and asked, "Teacher Su, are you looking for me?"

"Yes." Su Kaiqiang nodded, "Go and buy me a bottle of water."

Ren Ming: ...

This is treating me as a staff member.

He looked down at his clothes. After recording the show, he changed into a T-shirt, denim breeches and sneakers. Coupled with his tender face, he really looked like a staff member.

"Ms. Su, isn't there someone with water behind you?" He was trying to restrain his urge to slap him. He is a guest from afar, and as the host of Nanjiang Satellite TV, he should be more tolerant.

"The one in her hand is no longer cold. It's a hot day, and I want to drink some ice water."

When he heard that he wanted to drink ice water, Ren Ming said: "Mr. Su, ice water is not good for your voice, you are going to sing soon..."

"Young man." Su Kaiqiang interrupted him, "I have sung songs for most of my life, and I know how to protect my voice. Young man, I just started working, so I have to study hard and not be lazy."

For the party, bear it!
Ren Ming put on a smirk and said, "Ice water, right? I'll buy it for you right now."

He left Studio No. [-], came to the freezer in the small shop, and chose a bottle of Ice Field that cost one yuan without hesitation.

It is already 09:30 in the morning, the sun has risen, and the temperature has also risen.

In order to save time, he trotted all the way, and when he returned to Studio No. [-], his forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

Holding the ice field, he found Su Kaiqiang, "Mr. Su, your water."

Su Kaiqiang took it without saying thank you. He looked at the water packaging and shook his head slightly. He shook the bottle.

Carrara!
The crushed ice in the bottle collided with the wall of the bottle, making a sound.

"It's full of ice, how do you want me to drink it?" He looked at Ren Ming with sunglasses and said with a smile: "Young man, it's you who said that singers should protect their throats, in case these crushed ice scratch my throat , can’t sing, can you take this responsibility?”

Ren Ming cursed in his heart.

I'll go to your uncle!

He really wanted to smash the man's sunglasses with a punch, but he couldn't.

A fake smile that couldn't be faked on his face again, "Is it ice water without ice, I'll buy it for you again."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door again.

Su Kaiqiang's move made Ren Ming's colleagues feel annoyed. This is really cheap!

But people were invited by them, and they could only swallow their anger.

Su Kaiqiang handed the bottle of ice to the girl behind him, and said to Li Zibo: "Director, I've had a rest, let's start the rehearsal."

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