What do I need these million fans for?

Time flies by like a fleeting horse, Yue Qing feels that the school has only just started for a few days, and the date of the preliminary round will arrive in a blink of an eye.

After this period of special training, everyone said that he had improved significantly, but he still felt a little uneasy.

What if he fails to shake the burden during the game?

"It's okay, I'm here anyway!" Tan Chang said confidently, "No matter what magical stalk you say, I won't let the words fall to the ground."

It is the obsession in the hearts of all cross talk talkers not to let the words be left on the ground.

The last time we performed a performance without physical objects together, it was to prevent the words from being left on the ground. As a result, the painting style became more and more strange, and the good training abruptly turned into a large-scale sand sculpture scene.

According to Chen Zhenyu, the people who came from the social association were so frightened that they didn't dare to knock on the door. After everyone dispersed, they mustered up the courage to stop Dai Lin and asked him to help fill out the form.

"I don't quite like it. The vice president's imitation is really lifelike." Tan Chang said, "It is said that the classmate was squatting in the shadow of the corridor at that time, looking pitiful, weak and helpless..."

Yue Qing imagined the scene: "It feels a bit like a horror movie."

"That's right, the president was taken aback at that time, and he threw himself into his arms." Tan Chang said.

"Who do you throw yourself into?" Yue Qing asked curiously.

"Of course it's the vice president! You suddenly saw a shadow rushing out of the corner, would you rush up and hug him?" Tan Chang recalled Chen Zhenyu's smug expression when he said this, and couldn't help laughing Come.

"In this case, the vice president really needs to thank that classmate." Yue Qing said seriously, "otherwise he might not get such an opportunity in eight lifetimes."

Although Tan Chang also had such thoughts, hearing Yue Qing say this, he still felt a little bit too heartbroken.

"What I said is the truth." Yue Qing said with emotion.

He checked Weibo two days ago when he had nothing to do, and found that Chen Zhenyu had sent him a lot of private messages during this period.

It has to be said that the vice-president is indeed very talented in humor. He was obviously asking about emotional issues, but some of the descriptions in it made Yue Qing laugh out loud.

It's so funny!

"There is no zero o'clock blessing on New Year's Eve, what should I do if I find out that I was blocked by the other party the next day?"

"My generation stole his mobile phone, then added myself back, and changed it to a more affectionate name. My generation is really a witty little genius!"

"Ah... he got angry because of his nickname QAQ, I changed my name to 'the most obscene person in the world'. Logically speaking, it should mean that he is not angry, right? But he continued to refuse while laughing." Talk to me... the mind of a man is really hard to understand."

There are many private messages like this, which have become Yue Qing's source of joy.

He finally knew why Dai Lin Mingming disliked him so much, but he never chose to break up.

Such a treasure boy really makes it impossible to really get angry with him.

"By the way, what topic did the president and the others choose?" Tan Chang asked.

"It seems to be "Bodyguard"... I don't know why, but the two of them seem to love this song deeply." Yue Qing thought for a while and said.

"It's probably because it can stretch your muscles and bones." Tan Chang said with a smile, "I also liked to talk about "The Bodyguard" when I was young."

"Why didn't you like it later?" Yue Qing asked.

"Because I'm getting old and tired!" Tan Chang said, "Of course, you can also understand that I have become a cultural person, so I prefer those jokes with connotations."

"For example, "Article Club"?" Yue Qing laughed.

"Yes." Tan Chang nodded.

Thinking back to the first time when he saw Yue Qing wearing a coat, he made up his mind that he must tell the other party about the "Article Meeting".

Not for anything else, just because Yue Qing looked like a scholar in the old days when he wore a coat.

"The role I play is the one who wants to hate you!" Yue Qing said.

Even though he knew what to say in his heart, when it came time to really hate someone, he still felt that he couldn't save face.

"Cross talk actors, the more they can express the real, limited, and even annoying parts of people, the more interesting the jokes will be. The more afraid of being hated by the audience, the more restrained they will be, and in the end they will not be able to achieve what they want. The effect." Tan Chang said, "The vice president once said that whether it is talking about cross talk or dating, the most important thing is not to let go, and shamelessness is king."

"From a certain point of view, he has carried out his purpose seriously." Yue Qing said with a smile.

The topic of the preliminary competition is fixed and has been announced on the website in advance.

The advantage of this is that for a person like Yue Qing who has a relatively poor foundation, he can practice a program that can be regarded as a success in a short period of time.

The downside is that everyone says the same thing, and it is clear at a glance which one is better and which is worse, and there is no possibility of opportunism at all.

The repertoire prepared by Yue Qing and Tan Chang is "Article Meeting", which is the more difficult kind among the alternative repertoires.

Logically speaking, there are a total of twelve alternative repertoires, but there are only five people in each group. The probability of encountering the same repertoire in the same group is not very high.

However, by coincidence, someone in Yue Qing's group also chose "Article Meeting" as the competition track, and performed it before them.

"Tan Chang, I'm a little panicked." Yue Qing whispered.

The performances of that group of people were nothing more than satisfactory, but they also had some problems raised by the judges.

In this way, wouldn't they be looking for scolding when they came to power?

"There must be a way for a car to reach the mountain. We are not necessarily inferior to them." Tan Chang said, "The most important thing now is to relax."

right!Relax!

Yue Qing closed his eyes, stood where he was and took a deep breath.

He felt his heart beating hard, and his hands and feet were so cold that there was no warmth at all.

"My teacher said before that if you feel nervous, just pretend that everyone in front of you is a Chinese cabbage." Tan Chang whispered, "What's there to be nervous about chatting at your own dining table?"

When eating, the table is full of cabbage?How good this man is!

With such a distraction, it was their turn to play in a blink of an eye.

Relax, relax, relax...

Yue Qing continued to perform self-hypnosis.

However, it may be because he is too relaxed, he speaks Tianjin dialect when he speaks.

"Hey, you have culture."

As soon as these words came out, the judges who had lowered their eyes raised their heads in unison.

Seeing this, Yue Qing couldn't help but "thump" in his heart.

It's over... Now it's a big mess...

Fortunately, Tan Chang responded in a timely manner. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately answered: "We are highly educated."

He used the dialect of the Tangshan area, which sounded particularly joyful.

"Tsk, culture? Your Tangshan accent has come out!" Yue Qing said angrily.

"Hey, you young man, you speak very rudely." Tan Chang said in Shanghai dialect, "Do you know what my nickname is?"

"What's your name?" Yue Qing asked.

"Look at me, what do I think I'm doing?" Tan Chang said with his head held high, and he walked squarely to show off his outfit, "Look at this gown, and look at this fan..."

"Speaking of cross talk?" Yue Qing asked.

Perhaps because of the unique charm of the Tianjin dialect, some of the contestants waiting next to them couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"How do you talk? You think everyone is like you! What about cross talk... We are cultural people!" Tan Chang pretended to be frustrated and said.

"Oh...a cultural person." Yue Qing responded perfunctorily.

"I, nicknamed Tan Daxuewen! Have you heard of it?" Tan Chang said, pointing at himself.

"No." Yue Qing shook his head.

In this way, although there was a small episode at the beginning, the two people successfully passed the difficulty with the tacit cooperation and left a deep impression on the judges.

After that, every time they appeared on stage, the judges would introduce to others: "This is the group that spoke cross talk in dialect during the preliminary round."

"You guys performed very well. How long have you been working together?" the judges asked.

"Half a year." Tan Chang said.

"Have you received professional training before?" the judges asked again.

Just as Yue Qing wanted to say "no", Tan Chang nodded.

"I learned cross talk in the Children's Palace when I was young," he said.

"What about flattery?" the judges asked.

"I created him by myself. I am very professional, so I have received professional training." Tan Chang said seriously.

Everyone roared with laughter when they heard the words, and Tan Chang raised his eyebrows at Yue Qing triumphantly, begging for praise.

"Awesome!" Yue Qing quietly gave him a thumbs up.

"You're awesome too!" Tan Chang said.

The results came out soon, and Tan Chang and Yue Qing successfully advanced to the next round.

Just when they were going to meet up with the big troops, they suddenly received a message:

"People who have finished the game hurry to the lobby to help! Our president is fighting with people!"

Yue Qing and Tan Chang looked at each other, seeing shock and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

Although the president sometimes has a hot temper, but that is only for the vice president, most of the time he is still very reliable.

What exactly happened that made him choose to fight others in this situation?

"Let's go there first!" Tan Chang said.

The organizer also seemed to have received the news. Tan Chang and Yue Qing saw several staff members walking toward the hall in a hurry with walkie-talkies in their hands.

They followed those people calmly and heard a lot of useful information.

"The scene is currently very chaotic, and there is a tendency to turn into a gang fight. Please support."

"The reason for everyone is still unclear."

"Medical team, please be prepared, do not rule out the possibility of someone being injured..."

When Yue Qing and the others arrived, the hall had already turned into a battlefield.

In addition to their people, there were also some guys who came out of nowhere. On the surface, they seemed to be fighting, but actually made the scene even more chaotic.

"Kiss, wait for me here, I'll go and ask about the situation." Tan Chang pulled Yue Qing to a safe corner, then turned around and rushed into the crowd.

"Tan Chang..."

Yue Qing wanted to follow, but he was afraid that the other party would not find him if he left this position.

Just when he was extremely anxious, he suddenly saw Dai Lin, so he chased after him without thinking.

"President, what happened?" he asked.

"Yue Qing? Is your game over?" Dai Lin took out his phone to check the time, only to realize that this farce has been going on for quite a while.

"It seems that guy wants to make things big!" Dai Lin gritted his teeth.

"What's the matter?" Yue Qing looked confused, completely confused about the situation, "Why did they suddenly start fighting?"

"We didn't do it first, those guys took the initiative to touch porcelain!" Dai Lin said, "They plagiarized the jokes on the Internet, and became angry after being exposed, so they wanted to drag others to be buried with them."

"What does that have to do with us?" Yue Qing still didn't quite understand.

"I reported it." Dai Lin said.

Before Yue Qing could react, he paused, and then said: "It's a coincidence that what they copied happened to be the jokes we filmed last semester... Maybe they thought they could find a lesser-known account to copy and be discovered The chances are relatively small, right?"

"Then you just reported it?" Yue Qing asked.

"No, I made a special trip to report it." Dai Lin said, "This kind of thing was done quietly and no one would find out, but that guy Chen Zhenyu sneered. After seeing that group of people, he made fun of him, but he suddenly Annoyed, you want to stay with us forever."

Sometimes Chen Zhenyu really owes a fight, but even if he fights, he can only do it himself.

If others want to touch that guy's hair, there is no way!

"How did it develop into this situation?" Yue Qing asked.

"It's very simple, they can't beat me, so they called someone." Dai Lin curled his lips, with a displeased expression on his face, "There are a lot of them, and we have a lot of people here too! Isn't it just calling someone? Who is afraid of whom!"

The author has something to say:

Yue Qing: Were so many people called?

Dai Lin: No... just the few of you...

Chen Zhenyu: So our people are here, why are they still making trouble there?Who is fighting with whom?

Dai Lin: Everyone is here? 1, 2, 3, 4... are really all there (⊙o⊙)

Tan Chang: A place of right and wrong should not stay for a long time

Chen Zhenyu: Walking is the best policy

Yue Qing: It makes sense

(Everyone looks at Dai Lin)

Dai Lin: Withdraw!

--------split line--------

Staff: What's going on?

Porcelain Fang: It's all because of the big N... blah blah blah

Staff member: So the people from N University caused the trouble first? What about people with a big N?

Another staff member: N held a small red flag and left in line more than half an hour ago. They said... this kind of occasion is too dangerous. Don't watch the fun anymore...

Staff: ...do you have anything else to say?

Pengcifang: I have a curse word, I don’t know if I should say it or not