Entertainment system: Diva's road to the top

Dean Zhou looked apologetic: "It's really hard for you guys. Old people are no better than young people, and they don't like to cheer. I hope it doesn't affect everyone's mood."

Zhuo Yi waved his hand and said casually: "Hey, it's okay, Dean. It's our fault that we didn't do a good job of investigating before. We should ask these old people what they like to hear."

Dean Zhou expressed his apology again: "It's good that you don't mind, it's only past three o'clock, why don't you go to the activity room to rest."

At the invitation of Dean Zhou, the four of them walked to the activity room on the first floor. Before they entered, they heard lively voices inside.

"Hey, I'll touch one! Hey, [-] touches!"

"Six barrels! Eat"

"Open, open, golden flower!"

When I walked to the door, I saw a lot of old people sitting inside, all of them were red-faced, changed from the previous sleepiness, some were playing mahjong, some were playing poker, and some were chatting while watching TV.

Watching the four guests enter the activity room, a white-haired old man sitting at the mahjong table greeted: "Hey! Some artists are here to play mahjong! We are short of two here!"

When Zhuo Yi heard the word "mahjong", his hands were itchy faintly, and his wife was usually strict with him.He can only play once a month, and he has no chance to touch the cards after recording the show. This time he is playing with the old man. If his wife knew about it, she probably wouldn't say anything.

He turned his head and asked the three of them, "Hey, do you know how to play mahjong?"

He Yiche and Schumer shook their heads at the same time, and a trace of disappointment flashed across Zhuo Yi's face.

Ke Yu raised her hand and replied, "Uncle Zhuo, I will!"

In fact, Ke Yu only learned how to play mahjong in her previous life, and she has never had the chance to play mahjong since she was reborn. Now that an old man invites her, she can't wait.

"Xiao Ke, are you only 18 this year? Can you know mahjong?"

Ke Yu pouted her lips and muttered, "What's wrong with 18, there's no rule that 18 can't play mahjong."

"Okay, okay, it happens that two are missing and two are missing, so let's go!"

So the two couldn't wait to sit on the mahjong table to compete against Grandma Zhang and Grandpa Xu.

And He Yiche and Schumer sat in the "chat area" next door.

The sound of shuffling the cards resounded "Clatter clatter——" and the activity room became more lively because of the four people joining in.

"I'd rather be hacked into pieces than be the first to be the first one. In principle, I don't shoot the cannon, and accuse others..." Zhuo Yi silently recited the mahjong terminology he summed up by himself.

He fumbled for a card nervously, his hands trembling slightly, but his face was calm.

Mahjong, which is obviously worth a few cents, feels like he has beaten it for hundreds of dollars.

"Hey!" He yelled, "Blue and one color kong!" After speaking, he spread out the cards with a proud expression on his face.

He murmured in his heart: Sure enough, it's been a long time since I've drawn any cards. It's good luck. I've won several hands in a row, and this time I've drawn all cards.

The situation in the poker field is unpredictable, some people are happy and some are worried.

Grandpa Xu, who was still in high spirits at the beginning, looked at Zhuo Yi and made a fuss again, his face turned black instantly, and he made a fuss.

"What's going on! Why is your hand swollen today?"

Grandma Zhang complained: "Old Xu, shouldn't your title of card god be changed today?"

Grandpa Xu glanced at Grandma Zhang, wrote the word "unhappy" on his face, and tilted his mouth: "Where is this going? Come again."

"Huh-huh-huh-" The sound of shuffling the cards sounded again, and several people restarted the game.

Grandpa Xu was quite proud this time, the cards he drew at the beginning of the game were good, and Zhuo Yi was not to be outdone, and continued to dominate the poker field.

Ke Yu, on the other hand, was completely messed up. What kind of unlucky thing was she doing today? She didn't even get a good game of cards, so just play with the old man, she doesn't care anymore.

So this mahjong turned into a "war" between Grandpa Xu and Zhuo Yi.

Grandpa Xu is seventy-eight this year. Although he is old, his head is still flexible. He looks at all directions and counts the cards. The six cylinders he needs should be in Zhuo Yi's hands.

And Zhuo Yi looked at Grandpa Xu's eyes, and probably knew that there was a card he needed here, and he was unwilling to play it for a long time.

The atmosphere is stalemate.

Grandpa Xu sighed softly: "Oh, thank you. Thank you for playing cards with us old ladies and giving us a show today. We haven't been this happy for a long time."

Grandma Zhang echoed: "Yes, yes, it's been a long time since our nursing home has been so lively." She glanced at the camera: "Hey, and today I'm still on TV."

Grandpa Xu drooped his shoulders, his eyes were gloomy, and he continued to play the emotional card: "Hey, if my son is not in prison, I can still play mahjong with me."

After hearing Grandpa Xu's words, Ke Yu and Zhuo Yi instantly imagined a dying old man with silver hair, who waited at the gate of the nursing home with a cane every day, waiting for a relative who could not come back.

Zhuo Yi's nose was slightly sore, his heart softened, and he played the cards in his hand.

"Six barrels!"

Grandpa Xu's eyes lit up, he stood up excitedly, picked up the six tubes, and said loudly: "I'm crazy! Hehe, I'm crazy!"

Grandma Zhang turned her eyes up, and complained to Zhuo Yi: "You guys! You were all deceived by this old man. His son is a prison guard, isn't he just in prison?"

"I come to see him once a week with big and small bags, why are you so soft-hearted, and give him this six-pack!"

Zhuo Yi's facial features twisted together, with a half-smile, he pointed at Grandpa Xu and said, "Uncle, you still play the sympathy card!"

Ke Yu was about to burst into tears just now, but there was such a turning point, she held her forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Grandpa Xu frowned at Zhuo Yi, and proudly said: "Hey, ginger is still old and spicy, you are all too tender!"

There was also laughter on the barrage.

[Barrage 1: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha 】

[Barrage 2: I burst into tears, but you told me so? 】

【Barrage 3: Why is it so funny every time I put it here to Uncle Zhuo hahahahaha】

【Barrage 4: Grandpa Xu——Uncle Zhuo's Nemesis】

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In the mahjong competition, the guest group was at a disadvantage, and the chat area next door was not much better.

The chatting area was full of old ladies. When they saw He Yiche and Schumer, it was as if they had seen Bao, and they gave them all the delicious food and drink on the table.

"Oh, young man, look how thin you have become!" Grandma Liu picked up a piece of chicken cake on the table and stuffed it into He Yiche's mouth.

"Oh, girl. You sang so well today, the tone, the melody, the mood, the movements, tsk tsk tsk. Why don't you teach us how to sing?"

So the area where Schumer is located has become a singing teaching area, with a group of grandma singing along.

He Yiche became the center of gossip in the entire activity room, driving the social fear into a "social bull".