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

Zhang Zhiang received Fang Qingqing's approval and stepped down with satisfaction.

Li Zihang kept one hand on the side stage. When he saw Zhang Zhiang coming down, he rushed up to give him a loving hug.

Zhang Zhiang raised his hand between the two of them and pushed him away, declining.

"Let me just say that Sister Qing is a very nice person. As long as you perform to your normal level, she will take photos of you. I'm right, right?"

Li Zihang was even happier when he saw his good brother enter the safe zone than when he entered it himself, and he kept talking.

Zhang Zhiang:......

"Shut up. How can I not understand my sister Qing? What do you want me to say, sister Qing, sister Qing? Are you familiar enough to call me that?"

Li Zihang:......

One initiative led to a lifetime of introversion, and Li Zihang was angered by the criticism.

Watching Zhang Zhiang leave handsomely with sadness.

"Also, don't eat those lousy potato chips during the performance. Someone may not be able to save you next time. If you still eat potato chips with such a small voice, why don't you go to heaven?"

Li Zihang:......

Li Zihang was completely depressed.

He looked at the bag of potato chips that he had already eaten, feeling so aggrieved that he almost cried.

He gave up snacks for half a month for this competition. He stayed up all night practicing dance songs. He finally entered the safe zone. What happened to eating potato chips?

What's wrong with eating potato chips?

What's wrong with just eating some potato chips?

Even his agent didn't talk about him, so Zhang Zhiang actually talked about him?

He was really sad.

He was crying and wanted to go to Zhang Zhiang for an explanation, but he accidentally bumped into the little girl who was rushing over to wait.

"Ah, sorry."

Li Zihang quickly apologized.

The little girl glared at him but said nothing.

The little beauty who looked like a New Year painting doll just glared at him.

Li Zihang felt that all his luck for the year had been used up in the photoshoot just now, and he was even more sad.

This little girl who came on stage didn't know that she was the only cannon fodder in the whole game.

The boss gave her some psychological counseling at the back just now and asked her to perform well on stage and leave the rest to him.

The boss was once a top-notch person, and he must have his own connections. She was full of confidence at the moment.

"I'm here waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to come back and watch the peach blossoms bloom..."

On the stage, she started to dance lightly, and the half-on microphone made her singing much easier.

The moment the music started, Ge Shan and Xu Leyin looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes:

Is she starting to show off?

Compared with Zhang Zhiang's stage-shattering performance earlier, this girl's performance was really lacking in quality.

If it weren't for the better atmosphere on the stage, the whole performance would be almost nothing to watch.

Many people in the audience were still immersed in Zhang Zhiang's passionate music, and for a while they couldn't focus on the performance on the stage.

In the live broadcast room, there was even more pessimism:

[Crazy teacher, go to sleep, now. 】

[Here, this is not as good as her performance just now. Isn’t this girl just that internet celebrity? Why did she come to participate in the competition? This is far worse than Jiang Jing. 】

[There is still a difference between Internet celebrities and Internet celebrities. Please don’t use our Brother Jing as the control group. 】

[Who is praising her, who is praising her, who is praising her? 】

[Girl, be obedient, let’s go back and be a talent anchor. This stage is not suitable for you. 】

Fang Qingqing did not close her eyes this time. She stared at the stage intently and muttered something.

Geshan thought a bee flew into the venue and was so frightened that she searched everywhere.

Then he followed the sound and found Fang Qingqing's mouth.

Listening carefully, she was still humming the song Zhang Zhiang sang just now.

"Teacher Fang, it seems you liked Zhang Zhiang's stage performance just now?" Ge Shan asked with a smile.

Fang Qingqing: Scared!

"How do you know?" She felt that she was disguised very well, and she didn't even open her mouth when singing.

Geshan pointed to her ear, "I heard it with my own ears."

Fang Qingqing smiled "hehe" and said she was careless.

He raised his eyebrows at her, meaning: You guessed it.

The little internet celebrity on the stage thought the two instructors were discussing her performance, and she was smiling so happily. She must think her performance was great.

So she danced more cheerfully.

The director above received a call and looked embarrassed.

"Director, what's wrong?"

Seeing the director's constipated expression, the assistant director said, "If it doesn't work, I'll keep an eye on you while you go to the toilet."

director:? ? ?

"Why should I go to the bathroom?"

The little assistant replied quickly: "You look like you want to poop."

Director: "I'm really showing you off, my expression..."

He touched his stubble. He thought he was quite serious and manly when he was anxious. Why did he want to go to the toilet?

The director was narcissistic for a while and finally got down to business.

"No, behind this little Internet celebrity is actually Zhou Zechuan. He just called me and asked me to control it from the background. This..."

He glanced at the audience in embarrassment. These three instructors were not watching the performance at all, and they had no intention of taking pictures.

"Isn't he banned? Why, now he is becoming an internet celebrity?" the assistant director was surprised.

"I have been in the industry for so many years and have all my resources in the industry. I heard that I have established an Internet celebrity agency. Isn't this..."

He raised his chin and said, "The person selected to compete is the one with the most fans in our company."

The assistant director and assistant shook their heads after hearing this.

"You have to figure it out yourself."

director:……

What should he do? Now the three people at the instructor's table are listening to Fang Qingqing. It's not like he didn't know about Fang Qingqing's scuffle with Badaotang and Zhou Zechuan some time ago. The two people have formed a rift. How can he watch this? manage?

The director was worried and looked to the producer for help.

The producer immediately withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and pretended to answer the boss's call.

director:……

The director picked up the walkie-talkie and called the other two teachers: "Teacher Ge, Teacher Xu, depending on the situation, you can shoot the lights."

Teacher Ge and Teacher Xu looked at Fang Qingqing, but Fang Qingqing had no reaction this time.

It seemed that only two of them were called out this time.

"Shoot?"

The two of them asked Fang Qingqing, who was shaking his head.

Fang Qingqing shook her head, "I can't take any pictures."

"Then I won't take pictures anymore," Geshan said.

Xu Leyin: "If you don't take pictures, then I won't take pictures either."

The three instructors had an unprecedented tacit understanding, and none of them patted the light.

The director was anxious. .

"What are you two doing? Shooting lights."

The two instructors felt uncomfortable being yelled at, so they simply took off their headsets.

director:……

Finished!

He talks like farting now.

Then what will he do if Meng Fuying comes on stage?

The director was so anxious that he was running around in the studio.

Assistant Director: "Director, if you really want to go to the toilet, just go. It only takes a few minutes."

Assistant: "That's right, men's prostates are also prostate cancer."

Producer: "I'm going to go, can I give you one?"

Everyone in the live broadcast room:? ? ?