I’m Almost Losing to a Muggle

Here, I'm here. Lin Dong responded loudly.

Sa Mingdeng was standing not far away, and after hearing the sound, he walked a few steps to Lin Dong and asked, Welcome, Lin Dong, welcome to our show, what unique skills are you going to perform for us today?

Before he could hand over the microphone, Lin Dong opened his hand, and his microphone flew over by itself.

The camera faithfully recorded this scene and presented him on the large central screen. I have never seen a magician grab the microphone in this way before, and there was immediate applause.

Fortunately, Sa Mingdeng has been hosting for many years, and has seen all kinds of big scenes, so he immediately made a surprised and polite expression very cooperatively.

Resisting not to rush forward to snatch the guy who was eating back.

No wonder Lin Dong didn't want to bring a microphone from the beginning, it turned out to be for fun.

There is already a low voice from the audience deciphering it, isn't it because something is tied to the microphone.

But he knows better than anyone else that he cast a bright light. Nothing is tied to his microphone. He has never left his hand since he got it.

Didn't even put it on the table.

I'll show you a few little magic tricks. First of all, I need to borrow a prop. I don't know who can give me a piece of paper, A4 paper, posters, whatever. I'll return it to you when I run out. Lin Dong took the snatched microphone and asked the audience around him.

Everyone was a little confused.

You look at me, I look at you.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that everyone doesn't have paper.

It's that they themselves are convinced that they are not the props, and they are all waiting for the props to come out on their own initiative. If the magician they take out can't be changed, it will be embarrassing.

The magic of the Spring Festival Gala is even more magical than the magic itself is that the whole audience is full of support.

After all, magic is not a project suitable for all-round observation.

Lin Dong is really embarrassed now.

This is the fate of not looking for support.

Fortunately, there was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl at the next table, who took out a poster and ran over to lend it to Lin Dong.

Oh, little sister is so cute, thank you little sister.

There is no way to be handsome.

Lin Dong picked up the colorful paper, showed it around, and then handed the microphone back to Sa Ming Deng.

Sa Mingdeng took back the microphone, resisting the urge to check it thoroughly.

Lin Dong didn't talk nonsense, picked up the piece of paper and tore it up, and the kind girl who saw it was dumbfounded.

She pursed her mouth, and finally knew where this place was, and kept in mind the warnings of her family, so she didn't cry on the spot.

That was the autographed poster she asked for from Deng Ziqi.

Lin Dong tore it several times, and directly tore a poster into a handful of shreds.

Holding the handful of crumbs, he handed them in front of Sa Ming Deng: Come on, take a breath, don't be too hard, be careful to blow the confetti away.

The saming lamp is inexplicable, brother, am I asking you?

When did I become a trustee?

Did the director arrange the wrong host?

But the matter has come to this, he can only breathe casually.

Okay! Lin Dong covered his palms, shook them frantically up and down, left and right, and finally opened his closed palms.

After unfolding, a complete poster appeared, except for a little wrinkle, the rest was almost unscathed, even the signature written in black pen on it was still there.

The audience applauded again, and Sa Mingdeng took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes.

Come on, little sister, return the props to you, keep it well, this is a magical poster, and this one is for you too. Lin Dong returned the poster to the little girl at the next table.

Turning over the hand, an orchid appeared in the palm of the hand.

Oops, it seems like it's the first time I give flowers to a girl, so I'm a bit shy.

Wow, Uncle is amazing.

Call me brother!

It's not cute at all.

Lin Dong picked up the headset and put it on, then walked to the stage. It is impossible for a program to consist of only these two little magic tricks.

When we got to the stage, the people in the prop group were ready.

The first is a round plastic basin, which is not too big, and there is a kettle in it, which are all containers.

There is no doubt that the kettle can be placed in a plastic basin, and the volume is naturally not as good as that of a plastic basin.

Lin Dong asked Sa Ming Deng to check the props.

It's just a basin and a kettle, empty! Sa Mingdeng was about to go crazy. He felt that he had become a passive self, and his worldview was about to face a severe challenge.

Well, what about our magic today, that's it...

Lin Dong shook the kettle.

I leaned to my ear and listened, but I didn't seem very satisfied, so I shook it a few more times.

This time I was finally satisfied.

He took the kettle and poured it into the basin, and then everyone saw that water came out of the kettle and flowed directly into the basin.

The basin is not too big, and the kettle is not too big.

But the water in the kettle seemed endless, and after a few tens of seconds, the basin was completely filled.

Sa Mingdeng squinted at Lin Dong's sleeve, and tried hard to convince himself that the mystery must be in it.

A water bag is tied to the body, and the water pipe is in the sleeve.

Okay, it's finally full, come here, someone, take it down, I'm a little not well prepared today, I have to borrow it again.

Lin Dong looked down from the stage, walked straight to a table, and grabbed a handful of jujubes from the fruit plate.

Winter is the season to eat dates.

This is estimated to be Shandong jujube, which is very high-grade, and he has almost eaten the table where Lin Dong is sitting.

A handful of dates?

It didn't seem that much was needed, so Lin Dong walked back to the empty stage of his performance, and quickly ate only one jujube left.

Look, I've eaten so much, do you believe it's true?

He actually found a high-sounding excuse for his behavior of stealing in front of the national audience, and everyone suddenly realized that the magician was just trying to convince everyone that it was just an ordinary red date.

Don’t throw away date pits casually, wrap them in paper towels and put them in your pocket—please remember that this is wet garbage!

In fact, Lin Dong has two magic tricks that can be easily done, but it is too difficult to explain.

One is Flying Birds. He can really transform pigeons into other people's bodies, and he is even better at transforming Scottish fat-faced round chickens.

The other is rapid growth. The classic magic orange tree in the movie The Magician requires sophisticated props and dim lighting, but Lin Dong can really bury dates in flower pots and let them germinate and grow on the spot.

However, you can still interpret the previous few magic tricks in various ways.

For example, with a microphone, others may suspect that he has tied a wire or a magnet or something.

The magic of filling water can also be understood as a water bag hidden on the body.

How do you explain the fat-faced round chicken, and the fat-faced round chicken is protecting animals here, playing with it is purely for death.

What if it transforms out and flies around here.

When Shen Yu was performing sketches, how many fat-faced round chickens flew over suddenly?

The stage was so bright, and the orange tree couldn't be shown on display, everyone could see it clearly, at least the props team knew that he didn't bring the props to turn into an orange tree.

Therefore, Lin Dong still decided to play some low-end games.

Take your time.

He held up the remaining date for everyone to see, then threw it into a box, sealed the lid, and shook it a little.

Then motioned for the samurai lamp to take it out.

Sa Mingdeng was really about to cry this time.

I am not your trustee, I graduated from Peking University, I am innocent!