The program was finalized.
The backstage staff of the Spring Festival Gala busied themselves with preparing props for the crosstalk.
It was not complicated, just a table and the costumes for the performance.
Some even started setting up the stage and sound effects to ensure there would be no mistakes.
Soon, a set of clothes was brought to Ye Lingchen.
"This costume won't do!"
Ye Lingchen frowned, "We're just talking and not doing much with our bodies. Such a fancy costume is not suitable. Get some monotonous color, preferably a dark grey gown with no patterns!"
Everyone received the order and immediately left in a hurry. They all ran.
That was definitely one of the biggest events at the moment. Time was counted by the seconds and everyone was in a hurry.
The entire room was quiet.
Ye Lingchen looked at Little Yueyue who was squinting his eyes and reciting his lines. He could not help but smile and did not disturb him.
The script was fine, but crosstalk did not rely on the script. What was more important was the person performing the crosstalk.
The same thing might be funny when one person said it, but it might be plain when another person said it. That was the difference.
Five minutes later, Little Yueyue looked up at Ye Lingchen.
"You got it?"
"Yes, I got it. There aren't many lines and they're relatively simple."
"Mm, good." Ye Lingchen nodded. That guy's foundation was pretty good. "Next, let's practice the lines."
"I won't go through the basics since your master must have taught you. There are a few technical things that I need to teach you first. For example, here, the tone can't be too heavy and must be casual. And here, the expression must be able to keep up. I'll demonstrate it to you. Mm, that's about it … Remember the most important point, emotions are very important. Not only your own emotions, but also the audience's emotions!"
After a while, the time was approaching.
Suddenly, Little Yueyue's phone rang.
"I'm sorry," Little Yueyue apologized, then looked at the phone, "It's my master."
After a while, he passed the phone to Ye Lingchen, "My master is looking for you."
"Hello, I'm Guo Dongshan."
"Teacher Dongshan, hello."
"I didn't expect something like this to happen. I've already left Capital City with my family and couldn't make it back in time. I've heard about it from Director Feng. Thank you for your concern." Guo Dongshan did not act like a senior.
"Teacher Dongshan, you're too polite."
After a moment of silence, Guo Dongshan suddenly said seriously, "I heard from Little Yueyue that your script is very good. Crosstalk … I'll leave it to you."
He did not say much, but Ye Lingchen felt a sense of responsibility and pressure. "Don't worry, Dongshan Sensei. Leave this to me."
"Thank you."
"Your master has entrusted the crosstalk to us." Ye Lingchen's simple words caused Little Yueyue's expression to turn solemn.
It was entrusted!
Guo Dongshan was a pillar of the crosstalk world, so this was an extremely serious matter.
"Teacher Ye, I'm ready!" Little Yueyue said suddenly. He addressed Ye Lingchen as teacher!
…
"God Ye, Little Yueyue, it's your turn now! Hurry up and get changed! The next program is crosstalk! "Outside the door, someone shouted anxiously.
Backstage at the Spring Festival Gala, everyone was feeling uneasy.
"We've arrived? How did you get here so quickly? "
"Ahhhh, I'm so nervous. This is the moment of life and death."
"How are the preparations going?"
"I heard the script is pretty good. I wonder if it's true?"
"The program has been finalized and the props are ready to go on stage."
"So fast? Is the script really fine? "
"Even if there's a script, it'll be difficult to match the lines."
"Alright, don't worry about it. We only have so little time. It's good enough that we can go on stage."
"That's right. It's better than nothing. We can only look forward to it appearing in the interim."
Feng Xiaofeng was so anxious that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. However, there was nothing he could do to help. The only thing he could do was to prepare the rigid requirements for the performance.
…
With the situation looming, the discussions on the internet became even more heated.
"Does anyone know what's going on? What's going on? "
"Sensei Guo Dongshan isn't in Capital City. It's already confirmed."
"F * ck, doesn't that mean there's no program for the Spring Festival Gala?"
"Why is this year's Spring Festival Gala so troublesome? They're stirring up trouble."
"Everyone, get ready to change the channel. It's definitely useless."
"Change the channel? I'll just sit in front of the TV and wait. I want to see how they're going to save the day."
"I think they'll find a random program to fill in the numbers. It'll definitely be trash. There's nothing to look forward to."
…
The industry insiders were also discussing. All their attention was focused on that moment.
"It's about to start."
"It's not settled yet?"
"It's a live broadcast accident. The punishment is already in place."
"I think they asked God Ye to save the day and perform crosstalk with Little Yueyue."
"God Ye? Which God Ye? Who's Little Yueyue? "
"It's that basketball player God Ye. Little Yueyue is Guo Dongshan's disciple."
"Pfft — for real? Is the Spring Festival Gala production team crazy? "
"There's going to be a good show."
…
Finally, the dance performance came to an end under everyone's anticipation!
It was time for the crosstalk!
Meanwhile, the Spring Festival Gala's viewership skyrocketed at that moment. Countless people joined in.
They wanted to see what would happen next.
Was there no program? Was it just a filler? Or was the host apologizing?
It's here!
"The host is on stage."
"Let's see what the host says."
"F * ck, this is so melodramatic. I'm looking forward to it!"
Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and stare at the TV.
However, they were destined to be disappointed. That was because they did not see the slightest hint of uneasiness or weirdness on the host's face. His face was still smiling like a spring breeze and he was hosting happily!
'Pretending to be calm?'
The male host smiled and said, "The dance just now was really amazing!"
The female host smiled. "That's right. The minority dance is full of ethnic characteristics. However, the next program will be even more unique."
"Really?" The male host looked at her in surprise.
"Of course. Next, everyone must control themselves. Especially don't drink water, because … it might make you laugh at any time."
Following that, the two hosts said in unison, "Next, please enjoy the crosstalk — Wastrel!"
'What?' 'There's a program?'
'Did they really find an impromptu program?'
Many people were slightly disappointed. Needless to say, that impromptu program was 100% rubbish.
The curtains parted, revealing a small table and two people in gray coats on the stage.
One was fat and one was thin, one was tall and one was short.
The fat one was unrecognizable and was a pure newcomer.
As for the tall, thin, and slightly handsome one …
Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when they saw them!
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