You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

For the whole day, Jiang Qiyu sat in the teacher's seat and was tortured.

Of course, it's not all about sitting.

In the middle, an old man in Taoist robes came to the stage. After performing Tai Chi for the elderly in the park on the spot, he insisted that he was a 36-generation descendant of the peerless martial arts secrets.

Claiming that he knows internal energy, he will emit heat when he exerts energy, and insists on inviting a mentor to come on stage to experience it.

When Jiang Qiyu heard the words, she immediately waved her hands to evade:

"I can't, I have cheat phobia..."

It's just that before she could finish her sentence, the two old Jiangs beside her shot directly, pulling her up from the chair one from the left and the other from the right.

"Qiyu, today is your first time as a mentor, so of course you have to interact with the contestants!"

"That's right, Qi Yu, don't be shy, go up."

"..."

Her "cheat book phobia" obviously has no scientific basis, so she can only get on stage with half push.

And when the veteran Daoist was doing his exercises, Jiang Qiyu's hand did feel an unusual heat, and it became hotter and hotter.

After experiencing it herself, she was ready to bow down in place and shout out to the Immortal, but she found two metal pieces shining with silver light in the old man's palm with sharp eyes.

Then, it was checked by the program group.

It turns out that the so-called internal heat is caused by the old man secretly scalding her with the positive and negative poles of the battery...

Regarding this Huoyun evil god (believe the science version), Jiang Qiyu commented:

"The end of metaphysics is still science, sir, work hard, next year we will stand on the stage of the Nobel Prize in Physics competition!"

[This uncle is too fastidious, hahaha, why do you feel so smart and stupid? 】

[Your uncle is still your uncle, the Chinese also have their own Magneto! 】

【Ms. Lance is really unlucky hahaha, did you see the unbelievable expression on her face just now hahahahahaha...】

Huoyun Cthulhu left the arena regrettably with his physical props.

On this day, Jiang Qiyu was involved in "Magic Sound Filling Ears", "Old Immortal Master's Practice", and from time to time, "fans went crazy and rushed to the instructor", "players were eliminated and cried bitterly", "waiting contestants fought hard" and other bizarre events Zhongsheng survived.

She also finally understood why the two judges looked so old when they were in their early thirties.

If anyone suffers such a crime every year, the Queen Mother will be three years older when she comes.

She is not jealous at all that the audition tutor makes money.

In the words of Teacher Yoshitake Takeda:

"You only need to go to work to know what it's like to live with someone you don't love."

At this moment, Jiang Qiyu has never felt so empathetic.

But fortunately, today's day is not without any gains, except for those players who spend a whole day traveling purely for shame.

There are also some people who really come here to compete for their dreams.

Although Jiang Qiyu is tone deaf and out of tune, the domestic pigs she raises intensively can't eat bad food, and her aesthetics are still very good.

"Contestant No. 289, a Dai dance is very charming, I will turn around for you!"

"..."

Contestant 289 hesitated to speak.

Wu Daojia on the side covered his lips and reminded in a low voice, "He dances jazz."

"...I said the purple clothes are very charming, I will turn around for you!"

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"Contestant No. 301, your big erhu stunt performance is jaw-dropping, you deserve it!"

Zhen Haoting coughed lightly: "This is a cello."

"Ah... jaw-dropping, you deserve it!"

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Of course, there are times when she looks away:

"Contestant No. 380, I like your poetry recitation very much, I will advance directly!"

"Mr. Lance, this is a talk show..."

"Talk show?" Upon hearing this, she turned cold instantly:

"That won't work, that won't pass, what are you talking about."

"..."

After more than ten hours a day, Jiang Qiyu screened more than 500 contestants, and a total of only a dozen people were promoted unanimously.

When the program group announced the end of the performance of the last contestant today, the three mentors were too tired to speak.

"Okay, that's all for today's program, thank you for your hard work, call it a day!"

As soon as the director said something, Yu Xiaoyu and Sister Chen rushed forward with distressed faces.

"Sister Yu, drink some more water."

Yu Xiaoyu carefully handed over the ninth glass of water today, Jiang Qiyu, who felt that her soul had been hollowed out, slumped on the chair and waved her hands, staring blankly at the ceiling of the video studio:

"Sister Chen, do you have any romance dramas for me..."

The comfort level of this show is not a bit worse than that of Lian Zong.

Sister Chen waved her hand to fan her. Hearing this, she quickly put her hand in front of her lips and said in a low voice:

"Ancestor, you and Mr. Qi are now in the CP business period, so don't dare to talk nonsense."

Jiang Qiyu raised her eyelids lazily and rarely refuted, she rested on the spot for a few minutes, then was entangled by Yu Xiaoyu and walked out in a frivolous footstep.

Sister Chen hurriedly took a step ahead to ask the driver to bring the car over, while Yu Xiaoyu followed her with her bag.

It's just that the two of them just walked out of the recording studio when the mobile phone in the bag started to vibrate.

"Sister Yu, call."

Yu Xiaoyu reached into her bag to look for her cell phone, but Jiang Qiyu, who was physically and mentally exhausted at this time, was unwilling to speak any more, walking in front and waved her hand lazily:

"If you pick it up for me, just say that I died in the line of duty, and I need to watch 8 hours of advertisements to be resurrected."

"what?"

Looking at the note on the number on the phone interface, Yu Xiaoyu was slightly stunned, and answered it for her obediently:

"Hi, hello, let's meet my sister—"

"Sister Qiyu!"

It's just that before she could finish her sentence, a rash figure suddenly rushed out from nowhere in front of the two of them, and almost bumped into Jiang Qiyu who was in the front.

"What the hell?!"

The people who were still out of their minds were suddenly so frightened that they instantly sobered up.

She raised her eyes to look at the person standing in front of her, only to see that the person was wearing a simple white t-shirt sweatpants, with neat short hair and a delicate face.

It was a boy who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

And a little... familiar?

I saw five hundred strange faces today. Jiang Qiyu looked familiar to everyone now, but couldn't remember where she saw them, so she could only tentatively say to the boy:

"You are......"

"I'm He Chuyang, sister, number 520!"

The young man in front of him showed a bright smile, and took out a neatly folded [No. 520] number plate from his pocket and showed it to her:

"We met on stage just now, you won't forget it so quickly, right... sister?"

"I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten, brother Chuyang, of course I haven't forgotten."

Facing the enthusiastic young man in front of him, Jiang Qiyu hurriedly waved her hands and smiled.

Didn't forget, because she didn't remember at all.

When she saw number 520, her eyes were unfocused at the time, and she was able to insist on pressing the button because of her own iron willpower.

And when she heard her obviously unintentional words, the 520 boy who called himself He Chuyang did not express dissatisfaction, but just smiled brightly at her and said:

"It doesn't matter if sister doesn't remember me this time, one day, I will stand by your side and let you remember me!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of Jiang Qiyu's reaction, she waved her hand politely:

"Sister, look forward to seeing you next time."

"..."

Looking at the back of the young man who turned and left, Jiang Qiyu was ignorant on the face, but rolled her eyes to the sky in her heart.

See you next time?

In this show, her surname will not be Jiang again.

Just as she was about to turn her head to discuss with Yu Xiaoyu how to get Sister Chen to give her some work in the underworld, she saw the assistant's smirking face.

And handed over the phone that was on the phone.

"?"

Jiang Qiyu was a little puzzled, but she still picked up the phone without looking at it and stuck it to her ear:

"Hello? Where—"

"elder sister?"