I was forced by my whole family to be the most vicious in the world

Bian Ming was teased, but his face was still expressionless, which made Xiao Genghe slightly disappointed.

But he quickly adjusted his mentality, his tiers were improving, and so was Bian Ming, Xiao Genghe was ready for a protracted battle.

He has been able to guard against the attackers for ten years, why can't he spend more time on Bian Ming?

To put it bluntly, the former is not comparable.

With the recording, the time has passed the twelve o'clock mark.

Recording a variety show is a time-consuming job. Most of the time is spent waiting. If there is any problem, the program team will come up to discuss, adjust, and re-record.

Jiang Xiuzhu's voice came from Bian Ming's headset, "Teacher Bian Ming, do you want to refresh everyone by performing a performance?"

"Director Jiang, you have found the wrong person, no matter how you look at it, other instructors are more suitable than me."

Bian Ming declined, and directly gagged Jiang Xiuzhu's mouth, "If you insist on me, I'm afraid there will be a stage accident."

Jiang Xiuzhu: "It's okay, the editor of our program group is very good."

There was a chuckle from beside him, Bian Ming glanced lightly at Xiao Genghe, he pretended to be nonchalant and was reading the trainee's information.

Jiang Xiuzhu: "We don't mind Mr. Bian Ming dancing the third set of radio gymnastics for elementary school students. The accompaniment is ready."

The table shook, and Bian Ming saw Yu Yuan covering his mouth, and at the same time, opened his mouth to bite the tiger's claws, trying to hold back his hard laugh.

Bian Ming: "..." Hehe.

He took a deep breath, and heard Xiao Genghe ask casually: "Do you really dance elementary school radio gymnastics?"

"You think too much, am I such a person who doesn't want to make progress?" Bian Ming glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, "I'm as witty as I am, I've anticipated everything, fortunately I was prepared."

After speaking, he left the teacher's seat and went to Jiang Xiuzhu's place.

The trainees are always paying attention to the instructor's movements, and many sleepy ones are woken up by their friends.

"Hey, what is Teacher Bian Ming doing at Director Jiang's place?"

"Who knows, take care of ourselves, why haven't we arrived yet?"

"The more I waited, the more nervous I became. I couldn't even remember my dance moves."

The trainees whispered, and after seeing what Bian Ming and Jiang Xiuzhu said, they walked directly to the middle of the stage, and only then did they know that something big was going to happen.

Bian Ming: "Our director Jiang said that he was about to fall asleep while sitting, and asked me to refresh him. If not, I will be arrested."

This is not the first time for Bian Ming to be a host. With his unique face, he has sufficient hosting experience in middle school, high school and university.

He grasped the humor well, "Director Jiang also said that he has prepared the accompaniment for the third set of radio gymnastics for elementary school students."

The audience roared with laughter, and some trainees booed, "Teacher Bian Ming, this time we will be your backup dancer!"

"Yes! You don't need Xiao Geng and Teacher Yu Yuan to accompany you, we will dance for you!"

Bian Ming pursed his lips and smiled, raised his finger to the loudest one, "Okay, I'll remember you all, don't say you can't dance later."

Surprised by the trainees who were named, they booed and played, and they were relieved when they heard Bian Ming say, "But I'm not that uninspired, I have a new program prepared."

Don't say that radio gymnastics is good at everything, the picture of radio gymnastics in "Crossing the Limit" is too beautiful.

Bian Ming raised his hand and directed, "Music."

Everyone was expecting the audience to stand up and applaud.

Then, at the moment when the healthy and sunny middle-aged male voice sounded, the audience fell silent.

"The third set of national radio gymnastics for middle school students, dancing youth, starts now—"

Xiao Genghe and others: "..."

Trainees: "..."

Last time it was the third set of "primary school students" broadcast gymnastics, this time the third set of national "middle school students" broadcast gymnastics was upgraded.

"Preparation Day." Bian Ming reminded, his eyes were burning, and everyone jumped along dumbfounded.

"I never dreamed that there would be a day when I would do radio gymnastics on the show."

"Me too...Mr. Bian Ming really thought about it and made progress. He changed to radio gymnastics for middle school students. Teacher Bian Ming is too shaky!"

"This familiar accompaniment really makes my scalp tingle. I danced in middle school for three years, and now all my memories come back."

"Yes, this dance is too refreshing. I dozed off in class in middle school, and the teacher punished me to do this exercise outside the classroom."

Radio gymnastics is very magical. Although the diss is powerful, the trainees are jumping to the top.

The tutor seat and the program team were already laughing, and Tao Ran, who had always been cautious, couldn't care less about his image, and his face turned red from laughing.

After a set of exercises is finished, Bian Ming leaves the stage to the trainees who want to express themselves, and this is also their chance to get shots.

The trainees know that the opportunity is rare, and try their best to express themselves, and some people try to tease the mentor.

A trainee who has not yet been graded stepped on the beat, slid to the instructor's seat, conjured a rose with magic tricks, and delivered it to Xiao Genghe.

"Oh oh oh oh!" The atmosphere came up.

There was a smile on the corner of Bian Ming's mouth, but the smile was a little weaker. He could see the sincerity of the trainee's emotions.

Even though he was secretly confessed by the man, Xiao Genghe remained unmoved, and opened his lips and said, "Trying to bribe the mentor, F."

The trainee's smile was stiff, and he was a little bit stuck.

Tao Ran pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "I'm the only girl here, aren't the flowers for me?"

The trainee thanked her for her rescue and gave her the roses.

After a lively scene, everyone got excited again. During the intermission, Bian Ming saw Jing Xufeng stretching out his hand to signal.

"I'll go over there."

Xiao Genghe stared at his back, watched him take the work mobile phone from Jing Xufeng's hand, and went backstage to answer the phone.

It was not the first time for Bian Ming to come to the kiwi fruit platform, and he couldn't count the program flow and rehearsals alone, so he found a corner with familiarity.

The person who called was the senior management of Shimang Entertainment, who came to ask Guan Chi about their evaluation.

Bian Ming threw the stall to Jing Xufeng before, and didn't ask any questions about human relations, because Jiang Qinglan stood behind him, and no one dared to touch him.

But now he understands what he wants, and he must do certain things that he cannot help himself.

"Qi Zhengyang's normal performance is fine. Guan Chi is already very good as a B. He has not been a trainee for a long time, and he has been working hard recently. If there is any problem with the program, I have to ask Bian Ming to take care of you."

Bian Ming tapped his toe on the wall in boredom, "You are welcome, Shimang and Peak Entertainment are the same family, not to mention that Guan Chi is also a fan of me and Lao Xiao."

The other end of the phone paused, "Oh, that's right."

After chatting politely for a while, Bian Ming hung up the phone, thoughtful.

This is not the first person to ask him for help. On the surface, Guan Chi really has no background, but there are many people staring at him.

The problem is, if Shimang or Fengshi Entertainment really wanted to praise him, Jiang Qinglan would show some attitude, but she didn't.

Either he didn't want to trouble him, or the person who cared about Guan Chi wasn't Jiang Qinglan.

Bian Ming thought it was the latter.

So, what kind of magical power does Guan Chi have that make so many powerful people surround him?

Bian Ming guessed again, could it be that there is another hidden secret just like himself?

Thinking about it, Bian Ming walked back, and received a WeChat message from Xiao Genghe, telling him to go to the lounge to eat some fruit.

Bian Ming replied: I want to eat watermelon

Xiao Genghe: Half a melon a day, do you want to eat a whole watermelon?

Bian Ming: You melon skin, if you don’t eat watermelon now, is it worthy of the sun father-in-law who works hard to shine every day?

Xiao Genghe: ...

Xiao Genghe: You are right, if you don’t hurry up, I will eat the watermelon

Bian Ming:! ! !wait!

Bian Ming put away his mobile phone and was about to quicken his pace when he suddenly saw two people hugging him in the dark, not surprising.

There is never a shortage of people in the background to talk about love, just about to look away, Bian Ming frowned and looked back, the figure was too familiar.

Bian Ming recognized Yan Zhaotong, who was lying behind a person, with his knee firmly pressed against the person, pressing the other's arm against the wall, and resting his head by the ear of the person in his arms.

Viewed from the side, the two are close to each other, as if whispering in their ears, Yan Zhaotong's movements are ambiguous and strong, which is beyond doubt.

Bian Ming frowned, and wanted to leave quietly, when he suddenly heard Yan Zhaotong's lowered voice, "What? Didn't you just speak plausibly on the stage just now? I warn you, if you are sensible, you can retire by yourself, and don't force me to do it."

Yan Zhaotong stared at the back of the opponent's head, but didn't hear the answer, and felt tyrannical.

He exerted force with his hand, and the other hand wanted to pinch the opponent's fragile nape, but was stopped halfway.

"what are you doing?"

Yan Zhao was stunned, and said sarcastically, "Why, don't you pretend to be good friends?"

Bian Ming fixed his face: "Let go, let people go."

Yan Zhaotong's eyes flickered, he was worried about him, so he obediently let go of his hand.

Guan Chi leaned against the wall and turned around, stretched his red wrists, and pursed his lips in thanks, "Thank you, Teacher Bian Ming."

Yan Zhaotong glanced at his arm, "Is it time for you to let go now?"

Bian Ming didn't answer and let go of his hand.

There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask, but seeing that one of them bowed their heads in silence, and the other showed sarcasm, none of them were willing to communicate with him, so Bian Ming gave up the plan of asking.

Glancing at Yan Zhaotong for the last time, Bian Ming pushed and helped Guan Chi, "Follow me."

The young man followed him silently.

When Bian Ming and Yan Zhao passed by together, he reminded: "If you want people to know, you have to do nothing about it. There is no secret in the circle that can be kept forever."

Yan Zhaotong sneered, "Like you and Xiao Geng reconciled?"

Bian Ming didn't answer.

Guan Chi was silent all the way, Bian Ming sent the news without asking him anything.

A trainee passed by in front of him, seeing Bian Ming had no choice but to say hello, "Teacher Bian Ming."

Bian Ming nodded. He had an impression of this trainee. He was Jiang Yejin who made a high-profile appearance as No. 1.

I couldn't help but feel a little strange, this place is too remote, it stands to reason that trainees would not come here.

But Bian Ming didn't take it seriously. When passing by, Jiang Yejin glanced at Guan Chi.

Then something even more strange happened, Bian Ming met several trainees one after another, and couldn't help but wonder, did they all make an appointment to gather in this remote place?

When they came to the lounge, apart from Xiao Genghe, there were also Pei Hao and Jing Xufeng.

Bian Ming: "Is there any medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis? His wrist was injured."

Pei Hao: "Yes, yes, we have all the medicines, young man, come with me."

After finishing speaking, Jing Xufeng was kidnapped.

Only Bian Ming and Xiao Genghe were left in the lounge, and he asked, "How much longer do you have to continue recording?"

Xiao Genghe: "10 minutes, eat quickly, it's enough for you to eat half of the melon."

Bian Ming clicked his tongue, sat on the sofa with the watermelon in his arms, and started to plan it with a spoon.

He doesn't like to eat melons with gnaws, but likes to dig them so that his hands won't get juice.

"Did something happen?" Xiao Genghe asked suddenly.

Bian Ming was taken aback, "Why do you ask that?"

Xiao Genghe looked calm, "When it comes to eating melons, you are more diligent than anyone else. You didn't come back until 3 minutes after I sent you a message."

Bian Ming paused, "Something really happened just now."

He told about Yan Zhaotong and Guan Chi, and he believed that Xiao Genghe wouldn't talk too much.

Xiao Genghe pondered: "What do you think it was like seeing them?"

Bian Ming held a spoon and gestured to recall, "It was Yan Zhaotong who pressed Guan Chi against the wall, grabbed his hand, and rested his head on his shoulder. I thought it was a young couple in a private meeting, but I didn't expect..."

"Is that so?" Xiao Genghe asked suddenly.

Before Bian Ming could react, someone grabbed his waist, turned him over, and pressed him on the sofa.

"...Damn it! My melon!"