The little stepmother is poor and crazy, and the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper

[Fang Qingqing, who do you think you are, talking about my goddess like that? 】

[Are you heartless? Everyone was crying, but you were not crying. Everyone was watching her performance just now, but you were not watching. How dare you open the mic? 】

[Come on, director, turn on the live broadcast room connection function. I want to turn on the mic. Let’s see if I can’t scold her to death! 】

[Fang Qingqing, don’t be so close to Yun Yan that you don’t know the sufferings of the world. Do you know how Xuan Xuan got through these years? You don’t know, you only know condescending nonsense. 】

[Why do you bully our Xuanxuan? Why do you bully my youth? Fang Qingqing, I will fight with you. 】

[Director, 100,000 people wrote in blood, begging you to take this person out. 】

Ge Shan and Xu Leyin also looked at Fang Qingqing in disbelief. The two of them knew some rumors about Fang Qingqing, and they just thought that she was a person with relatively out-of-the-box thinking, or that the news was just a marketing tool given to her by their company.

Now after experiencing it in person, I discovered that Fang Qingqing is even worse than the rumors on the Internet.

Geshan gritted her teeth and looked at her displeased.

Wei Ruxuan stood on the stage, very embarrassed, unwiped tears had dried on her face, and she didn't know what to do.

Ge Shan couldn't help it anymore. Just when she was about to speak for Wei Ruxuan, she heard Fang Qingqing say again:

"When you stand on this stage, you are yourself. You are not someone's ex-wife or mother. You do not belong to any pronoun. You only belong to yourself and to this stage. Things outside the stage, for you, constitute It won’t have any influence, and similarly, it won’t give you any bonus.”

Fang Qingqing said with a serious face:

"To be honest, I didn't even open my eyes when you performed just now. Just listening to your singing, I automatically formed a picture of a beautiful woman dancing in my mind. And when I opened my eyes, the beauty in my mind was on stage. You, completely coincide with each other."

Top reversal!

The director's hand loosened his hold on the walkie-talkie.

Geshan's microphone was put down.

Tears came to the audience again.

Xu Leyin's embarrassment dissipated.

Fang Qingqing continued: "So what I want to say is that although some experiences are very broken, those experiences constitute you now, a you who has a sense of story on the stage, a you who sings the years with your voice. Suffering itself is not You deserve to be praised, but you are the one who overcomes suffering!”

She said, giving a thumbs up.

Wei Ruxuan's emotions that she had just calmed down suddenly collapsed again. She bent down in emotion and kept saying thank you.

Netizens in the live broadcast room turned off their microphones for five seconds:

[I withdraw the words I just scolded Fang Qingqing. 】

[I also withdraw. 】

【Withdrawal +1.】

[If you all withdraw, then I will withdraw too. 】

[Crazy teacher, I was wrong today, so I won’t scold you now. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. 】

[As expected of you, Fang Qingqing, you did everything so thoroughly that I almost couldn't hold my ten-meter-long sword. 】

[Shit, you've obviously already swung it out. 】

[You said it so well that I even cried. 】

[A wise saying, Sister Qing. 】

[Crazy Qingqing is a lunatic when she is crazy, but she can talk nicely when she talks nicely. 】

[Sister, you are my sister today! 】

[Fang Qingqing, you deserve to enjoy the Ancestral Temple. 】

Wei Ruxuan bowed and did not raise her body for a long time.

As the camera advanced, we could see the stage under her feet, and tears were falling down.

After standing up for a long time, she took a deep breath, held the microphone and choked:

"To be honest, after so many years, I have been living in the eyes of others. I have become other people's mother, wife, and daughter, but I found that I have really forgotten myself, the music, dance, and music I like. The stage. What Teacher Fang said just now really, really hit me hard."

"Thank you, thank you Teacher Fang, thank you for understanding me. I feel that I am here not only to let everyone see me, but also to find myself."

The beautiful woman cried, and everyone in the room cried too.

Only Fang Qingqing looked at her expressionlessly as she spoke.

After Wei Ruxuan thanked everyone, she looked at Fang Qingqing affectionately and said, "I think...I think...that...Teacher Fang, can I give you a hug?"

Fang Qingqing: "I think you can hug me."

Wei Ruxuan cried with joy, holding up her skirt, like a white butterfly, she rushed off the stage and hugged Fang Qingqing who had just stood up.

"Oh, be careful with my feather duster. The fortune teller said chicken feathers make me prosperous, so I wore one."

Wei Ruxuan: Huh?

The other two instructors:? ? ?

Audience: Hahahaha.

Netizens in the live broadcast room:

[The lens of life is indeed metaphysics. It’s not unreasonable for Fang Qingqing to be so popular because she loves fortune telling. 】

[Hahaha, I really laughed to death. Why is she so funny? Can you listen to the fortune teller? 】

[Next time the fortune teller says that the donkey is prosperous for you, will you be riding a donkey on the show? Hahaha. 】

[You are so funny. 】

[Woooooooo, I, Xuanxuan, finally smiled. 】

[Stop being prosperous, you are already so popular, it will kill you if you continue to be prosperous. 】

[Am I the only one who thinks she is actually trying to make Xuanxuan happy? Crying. 】

After the laughter, Fang Qingqing naturally clicked the light for her.

Wei Ruxuan passed unanimously.

Next up is Meng Fuying.

Different from the indifferent and graceful Wei Ruxuan in front of her, she was wearing a bright red tight-fitting cheongsam with high slits, which were slit to the top of her thighs.

Meng Fuying used to be a rock singer and has quite aura.

As soon as he appeared, he stood like a man doing the splits, which attracted applause from the audience.

What she sang and danced was a foreign song, coupled with Chinese-style dance, and she performed hard on the stage.

The music started and Fang Qingqing closed her eyes again.

This time the director saw Fang Qingqing closing her eyes and had no intention of disturbing her.

You know, Fang Qingqing's speech and eyes-closing behavior just now have caused their program to be on several hot searches, and he is happy to see the results.

Simply let Fang Qingqing play freely.

Meng Fuying on the stage really wanted to be popular, she performed very hard and sang very loudly.

There were even a few performance art-like dances mixed in. The strangely cut cheongsam was exposed several times due to her dance movements.

This time even Xu Leyin, who was very professional, couldn't help but close his eyes.

Don't look at anything inappropriate.

After Meng Fuying finished her performance, it was the three judges' turn to comment.

Ge Shan and Xu Leyin were humble to each other.

Ge Shan: "Come on, Teacher Xu, you were also a senior in singing and dancing. You are most familiar with this type of music."

Xu Leyin: "Come on, Teacher Ge, you are a leader in the dance world. You have competed in this type of dance. You are the most suitable to open the mic first."

Geshan: "Come here."

Xu Leyin: "Come here."

Both parties are humble and do not give in to each other.

Fang Qingqing picked up the microphone and said, "I'll do it."

Ge Shan and Xu Leyin looked at each other and smiled, okay, okay, let her do it.

Fang Qingqing: "Four words: I can't bear to look at it."

"Three words, eye-catching."

Meng Fuying's plump chest rose and fell on the stage, and she didn't know whether she was tired from the performance or angry.

Then everyone waited for Fang Qingqing's reversal.

……

There was no reversal, she immediately put down the phone after speaking.

director:? ? ?

The director was confused and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie to ask the other two instructors to say something nice.

Xu Leyin had no choice but to start some comments that were neither salty nor bland, mixed with compliments that were hard to hear.

What Geshan said was quite satisfactory.

The director became even more anxious: "She is the person that the sponsor has named to praise her. Please say something nice, shoot Deng Aang, shoot Deng, shoot all three."

Fang Qingqing: I won’t!

The audience present and the netizens in the live broadcast room did not know that someone was commanding the instructor. They only saw Fang Qingqing's expression change from indifferent to angry.

She picked up the phone again.