Battle of the top [entertainment circle]

There is still official recording today, so after breakfast, the dormitory live broadcast is over.

The audience, who had been hungry for a hundred days, was of course dissatisfied and clamored for more.But Meng Heng's bastard tone of "it's good if you have it, and you need a bicycle" made everyone shut up successfully and accept the arrangement of fate.

Compared with the dissatisfaction of the fans of various companies, it is much easier for the stars.There aren't so many pairs of eyes on every move, heavy baggage of idols that can be temporarily put on the ground.

However, even if the live camera is removed, they still have to accept the trial.

In addition to the audience in front of the screen, there are also many diehard black people who have dissed them for years on the island.

"Hi~ my little black boys~" Qi Weiyi's tone was very cheerful, and there was a sense of kindness in the greeting.

Qi Qi, the judge in charge of Qi Weiyi, shivered, regretting for the umpteenth time why he couldn't think about blacking out Qi Weiyi.

The judges in the next group saw it and silently lit a wax, feeling very grateful.

Fortunately, my black star is not as devilish as Qi Weiyi.

All the stars and judges were present, and Xu You came in to host.

"Good morning," Xu You said, "Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, there are only four days left for the third round of "Battle on the Top"."

"Four more days?"

"The days go by so slowly!"

"It turns out that this is how life feels like years."

"Uh..." Xu You choked for a moment, and then continued, "After more than half a month of getting along, I believe that there must be a tacit understanding between the judges and the stars."

"Oh." Qi Weiyi stretched out his little finger and gestured, "The fingernails are so small."

Xu You choked again, forced a smile, "So in today's session, we will test your tacit understanding."

After speaking, he was afraid that Qi Weiyi would ridicule him again, so he hurriedly announced the rules.

The rules of the game are simple and do not require much explanation.

The test of tacit understanding is carried out in the form of "you draw, I guess". Each group of stars draws and expresses what they want to say to the judges in the form of paintings, and the judges take turns to guess.

'Express what you want to say to the judges' is just a polite way of saying it.In fact, it is to make them respond positively to black fans.

For a long time, celebrities have been in a weak state in the face of fierce rhetoric sunspots.

Even if the other party's black material is a rumor, they can't easily fight back.Speak with a little emotion, and it will become a new black material.

Sending a lawyer's letter is useless.Some sunspots even take the lawyer's letter as a way to show off.

And now, "Battle on the Top" provides them with an opportunity to communicate face to face.

The reason why Meng Heng didn't arrange this link to the first round was mainly because everyone didn't understand when they just met.

Between the star and the loyal black, there is a layer of screen, which blocks many real things.In Heizi's view, celebrities are all packaged products, and every word and action is the so-called 'personal design'.In the eyes of celebrities, die loyal black seems to be a string of cursing words, and pictures that are unsightly.

Both parties have biased perceptions of each other.After more than half a month of getting along, the other party in their eyes has become a real person, so that they can better achieve the purpose of 'communication'.

The game "You Draw, I Guess" starts, with fourteen groups playing simultaneously, with a time limit of 3 minutes.

At the end of 3 minutes, everyone showed their drawing boards at the same time.

Wu Hua drew a hexagram with a small flower next to it, and a big smiling face on the flower plate.

Although Wu Xiaohua's artistic attainments are average, her expressive ability is not bad, and her meaning is very simple.

"Can you guess it?" Wu Hua asked.

"Yes." The judges nodded.

"Wow~" Qi Weiyi leaned over and made a serious analysis, "This little flower doesn't need to bask in the sun, it's enough to bask in the stars, is it evening scent?"

"..." I didn't expect him to misinterpret it to this point. Wu Xiaohua almost vomited blood, pointing to the flowers and stars and said, "This star represents our FIRST. This flower represents me."

"Understood." Qi Weiyi snapped his fingers, "You draw the two separately, you want to fly away from FIRST solo!"

"No, I don't want to!" Wu Hua quickly retorted, "Don't say such dangerous things!"

Wu Xiaohua who almost flew solo hurriedly drove Qi Weiyi away and rushed to Pu Sheng next to her.

Pu Sheng has studied fine arts, and the paintings he draws are beautiful, with the sea, blue sky and sandy beach, and the sun is crushed and sprinkled all over the painting.

A 3-minute sketch, stunned to come up with a level that can be sent to an art exhibition.

The judges couldn't understand it, and they were guessing wildly.

"what does it mean?"

"This seems to be an island in the middle of the lake, right? There is no one on the beach, it should be that the recording of "Battle on the Top" is over."

"Yes, the recording is over, Shengsheng is reluctant to part with everyone."

"It turns out that Pu Sheng has such a delicate mind!"

"Hey, even after the taping is over, you're still good friends, right?"

The judges were about to reach a consensus, a Qi Weiyi suddenly appeared, looked at the painting and said, "The weather is really nice today."

"Yes." Pu Sheng nodded, "That's what it means."

Qi Weiyi asked narcissistically, "Why didn't you draw the handsome me?"

"Only 3 minutes, too late to draw."

"Then you paint it now, make it more handsome."

"Okay." Pu Sheng picked up the pen again, and drew a Q version of Xiao Weiwei on the beach.

Qi Weiyi was very satisfied, and left while whistling.

Leaving Pu Sheng's group of judges, each one is more sad than the other.

Fortunately, they thought that Shengsheng was emotional, and Shengsheng had a delicate mind.

The results of it?

After all, I paid by mistake.

Qi Weiyi staggered towards Yangli, but was stopped by Xu You before he got close.

"Weiwei, go back to your place, where is your painting?"

"I've finished the drawing!" Qi Weiyi said without compulsion, "I'm a good painter, they must have guessed it."

In fact, Qi Weiyi's group of judges gathered around the drawing board, carefully observing the stick figures on the paper and the several round circles below, feeling that they had encountered the biggest problem ever.

"Who is this stick figure?"

"There are so many circles below, are they the bubbles he spit out?"

"It could also be an egg, and he's hatching it."

"Hatching eggs should sit down, why stand up?"

"And do humans hatch eggs?"

When Qi Weiyi was carried back by Xu You, he saw the judges frowning tightly around the painting.

Qi Weiyi: "Did you guess it?"

"No."

"Hey, you guys can't guess this." Qi Weiyi disliked it, "How easy it is to guess."

The judges' three views were fragmented, "Is this a good guess?"

"What exactly does that mean?"

Qi Weiyi pointed to the stick figure with an expression of 'you are so stupid' and said, "This is Meng Heng. Look, he has no hair."

Judge: ? ? ?

It turns out that stickmen can still see hairstyles?

Disrespect and disrespect.

"What about the circle underneath?"

"What circle?" Qi Weiyi moved his finger down, and said seriously, "These are atomic | bombs, and they are going to send Meng Heng into the sun."

Poor judges, they can't even type a question mark.

This explanation is too powerful, even if they think of the hair as bald as Meng Dao, they can't think of it.

"Weiwei," the judge tried to reason with Qi Weiyi, "In this game, you should draw what you want to tell us."

"This is what I want to tell you," Qi Weiyi said with a serious expression, "Send Director Meng to the sun."

"Qi Weiyi!" Meng Heng shouted, "put away your dangerous thoughts!"

"You draw, I guess" The second round begins, and the time limit is still 3 minutes.

At the end of the timer, everyone flashed out their drawing boards together, and the Jingyi group let out a maniacal laugh that overturned the roof.

"What happened?"

"Let me see!"

Others gathered around one after another, only to see a fluffy little duck on Jingyi's drawing board, and beside the little duck was a vicious dog.

"Hahahahaha, the little duck drawn by Yiyi is so cute!"

"As expected of Quack Benga."

"I'm not a duck." Jing Yi sternly tried to put on a fierce look, "Did you see that? If you call me a little duck again, I'll let the dogs bite you."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Quack quack!"

"Quack is so cute!"

"The cutest little duck in the universe~"

Jing Yi was called Jing Quack several times again, he held his breath and decided...

give up.

Gaga is actually quite cute too.

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Everyone had laughed enough of Jing Gaga before returning to their own group.

There was a mouse on Qiu Nan's drawing board, and the cat beside him turned his head in disgust.

Chu Huai leaned over to take a look, and sighed in amazement, "Mr. Qiu, your paintings are so cute."

"It's okay." Qiu Nan said casually.

"No, no, your cat is so cute, it's even better than Yiyi's little duck."

Qiu Nan: "Then Yiyi's duckling won, he is the cutest."

This round, Qi Weiyi still drew a stickman without hair.

Stickman without hair = Meng Heng.

Applying this formula, the next step is to analyze what Meng Heng is doing, and the problem is half as simple.

The judges gained a little confidence, but after seeing the content of the painting clearly, they felt unconfident again.

In the painting, the stickman is upside down, with his feet facing the sky and his hands resting on the ground, and there is a black lump on the ground.

What the hell?

After repeated discussions, the review did not come to a conclusion, so we had to wait for Qi Weiyi to announce it himself.

Qi Weiyi wandered around enough, returned to his seat, and suddenly said 'ahhh'.

"The painting is upside down."

Qi Weiyi tilted the painting, and the stick figure in the painting was lying with stretched limbs.

"Did you guess it?"

The judges shook their heads in unison.

"It's so simple, you can't guess it. Dad is very disappointed in you." Qi Weiyi sighed and announced the answer, "This painting means that I want a job that can make money while lying down."

"You? Isn't that Director Meng?" The judge immediately said, "He has no hair!"

"Which stickman have you ever seen with hair?" Qi Weiyi glanced at him, "You have high demands on the stickman."

Judge: ? ? ?

"So, that lump of black is money?"

"That's right, it's so realistic." Qi Weiyi inspected his painting, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt satisfied, "This work of mine can be taken to an art exhibition."

...What did the art exhibition do wrong to be ruined by you like this?

There were three rounds of the 'Draw My Guess' game. After the end, there was a daily project in the afternoon, and they were arranged to complete the "Self-Investigation Report".

Because the audience was noisy and wanted to watch the dormitory live broadcast, the evening self-study was cancelled.

The fourteen big stars returned to the dormitory building, and the eagerly awaited audience were all excited, and words of support filled the screen densely.

[Peach blossoms, chrysanthemums, peonies are not as good as Wu Xiaohua in the world! 】

[You take one, I take one, Yang Li will do one today! 】

【Qi Weiyi's mother loves you ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh】

【Zai Zai is so cute, Dad loves you even more】

Qi Weiyi glanced at the barrage, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Duwei, danger.

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