Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

"Yeah, Mom, it's just a rehearsal, we're sure we'll be fine."

An Yufei was full of confidence.

After all, it's not really singing.

It's not that she doesn't want to, she has been practicing "The Most Romantic Thing" for two months, so she can guarantee that it will be fine.

But the director team doesn't care about this, all songs don't use live sound.

This is also the fear of trouble.

If that's the case, then there's nothing to be nervous about.

"That's fine too."

Qianqian's mother didn't insist: "Hurry up and eat."

the next day.

evening.

CCTV Building.

Yang Zhuo and An Yufei came to the circular corridor outside the studio, followed by the makeup artist.

This year's Spring Festival Gala has a lot of celebrities.

Especially those who sing songs, this year there are Cheng Long, Zhou Jiegun, Chen Yexun, Li Zongsheng, Zhou Huajian and so on.

but.

They are also all cantatas.

No chance to sing solo.

After Yang Zhuo and An Yufei came over, they immediately attracted the attention of many artists in the corridor.

Say hello to everyone who is generous.

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

Yang Zhuo responded with a smile one by one.

But not many people greeted An Yufei.

Status dictates.

Yang Zhuo is a superstar in the world of sports, let alone an entertainer in the entertainment industry, even the leaders of the station will respect him when they see him.

Although An Yufei's nationality and popularity are quite high, she does not transcend the category of an artist. In the eyes of these people, 587 is just a junior star.

That's it.

After the two left, the others couldn't help but whispered.

"An Yufei is so pretty, no wonder she is called a fairy."

"The appearance is really good, and Yang Zhuo is also handsome. They are a good match."

"It's enviable to fall in love in an upright manner."

"He is a world-class sports star, and he doesn't rely on his face for food."

"With Yang Zhuo's qualifications, if he retires and wants to pursue an official career, he can sneak into the General Administration."

"People probably don't like it, it's thankless."

"That's right, the endorsement fee is several hundred million a year, and you can enjoy life after retiring."

"An Yufei is really looking for a good home. I don't know how many people envy the little girls in the entertainment industry."

"It's useless to be envious, and no one grows beautiful."

powder room.

After entering, Yang Zhuo took off his coat, which was a suit.

And An Yufei was wearing a dress underneath.

"Today is much more lively than the previous two rehearsals."

"It's the last time, the program will basically not change, and everyone will relax psychologically."

Yang Zhuo leaned on the sofa with his arms folded, not showing any nervousness.

More than 8 people watched the Olympic finals, and the sound was like thunder.

In contrast, the scene of the Spring Festival Gala is too small.

Nothing to be nervous about.

On the contrary, An Yufei patted her chest: "It's the last rehearsal, God bless you!"

"What are you muttering so stupidly?"

"You are stupid!"

An Yufei rolled her eyes.

Then sit in front of the vanity mirror and let the makeup artist touch up her makeup.

Chapter 313 Let You Experience the Power of the Ancient Tomb Sect

New Year's Eve.

morning.

Yang Zhuo and An Yufei posted Spring Festival couplets together.

"Sissy, hold on, I'll stick!"

"Ah."

An Yufei fixed the door painting on the door with both hands.

Yang Zhuo didn't say anything, but took the opportunity to pinch her cheek.

Feels good.

"Dare to sneak attack! It seems that you want to see how powerful my Ancient Tomb Sect is!"

An Yufei let go of the door painting, and made a martial arts gesture during filming: "The villain! Come on!"

"Haha."

Yang Zhuo couldn't help laughing: "Come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and put his arms around her waist, lifted her up and put it on her shoulders.

"what!"

An Yufei called softly, "Put me down!"

Yang Zhuo didn't listen to her, and said mockingly, "This is the one from the Ancient Tomb Sect? Huh?"

"Pfft I was wrong!"

An Yufei begged for mercy.

"It's late! My young master sees that you are still pretty, so you can be my wife in the future."

"Help! Someone is robbing the girl!"

As soon as An Yufei yelled, Qianqian's mother came out of the house. After seeing the situation of the two of them, she shook her head with a smile, then turned and went back to the house.

Yang Zhuo hastily put her off his shoulders.

An Yufei's pretty face blushed, she reached out and twisted Yang Zhuo's waist: "It's all your fault!"

"How can you blame me, it was you who called out Auntie!"

"Humph!"

An Yufei snorted softly, picked up the door picture on the ground: "Hurry up and put up the door picture, we have to go to CCTV in the afternoon."

"okay!"

Yang Zhuo didn't make trouble anymore, the two cooperated and quickly pasted the couplets and door paintings.

We had lunch at noon and took an hour's lunch break.

Yang Zhuo got into the gym again.

Although it is said that it is a holiday, it is impossible for him to really not exercise at all.

It is still necessary to simply move the body.

on the treadmill.

Yang Zhuo jogged for half an hour wearing running shoes.

The girl An Yufei also came to join in the fun, pretending to pick up the barbell and shake it.

Yang Zhuo couldn't help laughing: "Are you Sun Monkey? You're playing with a golden cudgel here!"

"Pfft, you are the grandson of the monkey! Poke you!"

As she spoke, she poked Yang Zhuo's back with a barbell.

Then let it go.

"It's too heavy! Just holding the pole for a while makes my arms sore!"

An Yufei sat on the ground.

At this time, Yang Zhuo got off the treadmill, wiped his face with a towel, and then threw it on her head.

An Yufei took down the towel and gave him a blank look: "Sweat smells sour! Smelly stink!"

"Haha, there's no way, stinky man stinky man, born!"

"loquacious!"

"Stop making trouble, I'll go wash up, and you change your clothes too, we should set off later!"