The chief director is still in the office plucking out his hair, which is not much left. There are four people who participated in the resurrection competition this time. After Deng Jiayue is excluded, there are three people left. These three people were originally going to be eliminated, but they suddenly had to be short. It is too embarrassing to pull out a tall person in the middle.
He kept tapping the paper with a pen, thinking about which of the three would bring more benefits and attention, when there was a ring outside the door.
"Please come in."
He looked up and saw that the door opened a crack, and the assistant director came in with a piece of pastry. Seeing the director staring at him, he closed the door and handed over the pastry that he took a bite of: "Do you want to eat?"
The director disliked what he had bitten, so don't start, the assistant director smiled and handed over a small box with a few cakes inside.
"What's this?"
The director stretched his head to look at it, raised his hand to pinch a piece, took a bite, and glanced at it, "It tastes okay, where did it come from?"
"Gong cake." The assistant director put the box on the table, patted the dregs on his body, and sat down on the chair next to him, "Sheng Lan's hometown specialty, where is it? When she saw me, she said she wouldn't come to the director's office." Yes, let me bring it back directly."
The director didn't speak, and took another bite.
The assistant director spoke again: "Every teacher has it. When I met her, she was carrying it to Teacher Ji Xiuzhu, and said she wanted to give it to Ji Xiuzhu and Teacher Doris."
The director's eyebrows moved, and he looked up: "I remember they haven't met before, how does she know his name?"
"Damn! I know him!" The assistant director clapped the pastry particles on his hands, "I've met each other a long time ago, and I know it's the pianist specially invited by Ji Xiuzhu for his tour."
"Yeah?"
The director thought about it, but he didn't even know about it.
While biting the tribute cake, he thought about it, and finally raised his hand neatly, took a pen and drew a circle on one of the three heads, and wrote a few lines below.
The assistant director stretched his neck: "What did you draw?"
The director immediately withheld the information, and looked at him sullenly: "You are almost done, don't send the Buddha to the west, there is a little relationship, I can't wait to see you!"
The assistant director sneered: "My wife's relatives, let me take care of them, but it's a pity that Sheng Lan was eliminated."
There was a tentative meaning in his words, the director didn't speak, just ate the tribute cake with his head down.
When the recording of the program was about to start, the audience group was already in place, the musicians who commented were also ready, and the four eliminated contestants stood up on the stage one by one.
Sheng Lan looked at the audience with a smile, and after her eyes glanced at a woman with long straight hair sitting under the audience, a little coldness and jealousy flashed in her eyes.
The scene was still noisy, but the woman seemed to have sensed her gaze, raised her head slowly, glanced at her, and then lowered her head with a cold face.
Sheng Lan took a deep breath and didn't look at her again. Seeing the camera sweeping over, she turned to look at Deng Jiayue beside her, with a playful look,
"Teacher Deng, I need a lot of advice this time!"
When Deng Jiayue was in a bad mood, she ignored her, and Sheng Lan made fun of it alone, but there was a camera shooting at this time, so she could only forcefully smile, and with the help of her hair, she said, "Mr. Deng is so tall." It¡¯s cold¡±, reluctantly giving myself a step down.
Turning around, she bowed her head as if she was arranging her clothes, but her expression was almost distorted.
First, it was Wu Jiaren who came to anger her, and now there is another Deng Jiayue.
It doesn't matter, let her wait, she wants to see if this Deng Jiayue can be dragged up in a while.
The lights came back together, and the scene gradually quieted down. The host walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, and began to broadcast the advertisements and the list of sponsors.
"This program is exclusively sponsored by Shenzhen Furniture!"
After the host finished speaking, he immediately turned to the side: "As a contestant struggling on the verge of elimination, what do you guys think?"
When it was Sheng Lan's turn, she changed what the previous two said about working hard, putting in the last bit of effort, and not leaving regrets on the stage, instead she pursed her lips and didn't smile.
"I have always felt that I have not been a very lucky child since I was a child. There is no me in the Weibo lottery draw, and the shopping mall lottery draw is always the last prize for a pack of tissues. I even have a little bit of luck in my life, but today I am willing to overdraw me. The luck of life in the future is just to not let my regrets!"
There was laughter and applause from the audience.
After the director in the audience stared at it for a few seconds,?I clapped my hands.
He applauded, of course, not because Sheng Lan's words moved him, but purely because of this woman's scheming and means, and now she is burying the foreshadowing of the hot search after the show, I have to say it is really clever.
? Lucky people have been set up, topics have been created, and memes can make passers-by laugh.
When she got Ji Xiuzhu in the lottery, it was obvious that the popularity would be explosive.
That's why he applauds. Being in the entertainment circle, he doesn't dislike such cleverness, and even admires it a little bit. Once this kind of person seizes the opportunity, he will definitely become popular.
Maybe it's this time.
The host handed the microphone to Deng Jiayue: "Does Teacher Deng have anything to say?"
On such occasions, Deng Jiayue also had to restrain her emotions. Her voice was a little hoarse, and she whispered: "I don't believe in anything, only my own strength."
"Okay!" The host nodded: "Ms. Jiayue's answer is still firm and confident, so let's take a look at the songs that these four teachers are about to adapt!"
The lights dimmed, and all eyes were on the stage. Even the four contestants turned around. A flashing line under their feet spread out and connected to the back of the stage, and then it seemed to be filled in a card slot. As if full of energy, a light screen was erected out of thin air, it flickered for two days and then lit up, and then several huge square boxes appeared on it, with the number 0 stopped inside.
There were low exclamations at the scene, and the two girls beside them were discussing.
"My mom, it's amazing."
"This kind of complicated light screen is currently only made by em. I heard that it can be universalized in the future. It can be projected to watch 3D movies"
"My God, this is too high-end. Huo Hanting is simply a genius. He was the one who took the lead in researching the holographic stereoscopic projection technology!"
"Niu bai bai bai!"
Doris's eyelashes trembled, his thoughts diverged, and he didn't know what he was doing now, and he didn't know if he was angry because she changed her mind temporarily.
She subconsciously wanted to touch the phone, but found that she hadn't picked it up, and when she was hanging her head down, applause suddenly broke out on the field.
When she recovered, she looked up and realized that the four contestants had already chosen their songs. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com