Everyone at the scene was overjoyed.
The Spring Festival Gala production crew was also very excited. They looked at each other and were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Zhao Liangying, who was backstage, was also amused by the crosstalk. It was one thing to read the script, but it was another to actually listen to the crosstalk. Ye Lingchen had truly performed that despicable act to perfection.
In a residence in Donghai, Guo Dongshan was watching the Spring Festival Gala. His face was flushed with excitement, but his lips were also curled into a smile.
Not only did the two of them not disappoint him, but the results of the show were also far beyond his expectations. He looked at his disciple, Little Yueyue, and could not help but feel emotional. What kind of ability did Ye Lingchen have to make his disciple improve so much in such a short period of time?
"Master, this … this is too amazing." The disciples around Guo Dongshan were stunned. Although crosstalk seemed like it was just moving one's lips, its difficulty was not any lower than martial arts or dancing. In fact, because everyone could speak, it made the difficulty level even higher!
They were all professionals and had immersed themselves in crosstalk for many years. Naturally, they knew the difficulty of crosstalk. It was impossible to succeed without long and hard practice.
Although the short opening did not say much, Ye Lingchen and Little Yueyue's performance shocked everyone, catching them off guard. Especially those big shots in the crosstalk world, they were even more shocked.
Little Yueyue was still alright. After all, he was following Guo Dongshan and had been learning hard for many years.
But Ye Lingchen?
After all, he was a true layman!
The art of crosstalk had a very low threshold. Anyone with a mouth could do it, but it was extremely difficult to get started. It was even more difficult to master it. Apart from talent, it was impossible to master it without a few years of hard work.
Ye Lingchen was a sports star. That was a f * cking different dimension from crosstalk. They were two completely different things. Even a genius should not have such a genius method!
Moreover, crosstalk was not just about talent. It also required hard work. That was the difficulty of crosstalk. There were only two people with two voices. You could only express the entire plot of the characters through words. You also needed to add specific expressions and so on. The difficulty and variability were very high!
'Mm, hei, ai, ai, yo.'
The use of those few empty words required years of practice. It also took a long time to train the tone.
The art of crosstalk was something completely different from other fields.
However, what Ye Lingchen displayed was the qualities of a professional crosstalk comedian. How could they not be taken aback by that?
When did he learn that?
Did he really know how to do crosstalk?
Moreover, after asking around, the script for the crosstalk was actually written by Ye Lingchen. It was written on the spot and took less than five minutes to complete.
This was simply … too awesome!
The crosstalk masters were dumbfounded. Their many years of experience in crosstalk had been impacted. Compared to Ye Lingchen, they suddenly felt ashamed.
On the stage.
Little Yueyue couldn't take it anymore. No way, he had to get back at them. He had to get back at them.
He smiled faintly. "Let's not joke around. I'm serious. God Ye, everyone knows that you're quite popular recently."
Ye Lingchen covered his face. He was obviously proud, but he was obviously pretending to be shy. "It's alright, hehehe …"
Little Yueyue was speechless. "Just a few words of praise and you're already so impressive. You've earned money, right? Have you bought a house?"
Ye Lingchen shook his head. "No, I can't afford it."
Little Yueyue paused. "Then you must have a place to stay. Where do you live?"
"Homeless!"
"Pfft, hahahaha, God Ye doesn't play by the rules."
"This is killing Little Yueyue. His little eyes are popping out."
"God Ye is too evil. So despicable. How interesting."
Little Yueyue's face turned red from anger. "You're such a big shot, yet you're homeless now?"
Ye Lingchen replied, "Ah, why? Can't I? "
Little Yueyue panicked. "No! You must have a precise place. Where do you live? "
Ye Lingchen was helpless. "I live on a tree."
Little Yueyue was amused. "A bird? You must have a precise place! "
Ye Lingchen was stunned, then waved his hand. "Precise place? Then the third branch! "
Audience: "Hahaha, I can't take it anymore. I'm dying of laughter."
"Aiyo, God Ye, can you not be so funny?"
"Third branch? I can laugh at this joke for a year."
"God Ye, please remember that you're a sports superstar. Don't go astray."
The audience burst into laughter and became more immersed. It was a joy to listen to.
Back at home.
His younger siblings were in tears from laughing. They slapped the sofa's armrest as they laughed, shouting with every slap, "That's amazing. My brother is really amazing!"
His grandparents did not know whether to laugh or cry. "This Little Ye is really …!"
His mother's face was flushed. She finally felt like returning to the country and began calling her friends. "Look, that's my son on TV. Where is he? On the stage of the Spring Festival Gala! "
…
Time passed unknowingly as they listened to the crosstalk. Combined with the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival, everyone on and off the stage was overjoyed.
The crosstalk was nearing its end, finally coming to a successful conclusion.
Backstage, Ye Lingchen and Little Yueyue walked off the stage. Little Yueyue let out a long sigh of relief. His forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
"How do you feel?" Ye Lingchen asked with a smile.
"I'm really drenched in cold sweat. If I sweat this much every day, I think I can lose ten kilograms in a month." Little Yueyue wiped his clothes and smiled bitterly.
"Hahaha, it's good that you're done. Did you enjoy it?" Ye Lingchen laughed.
Little Yueyue quickly waved his hand, his face slightly pale. "I won't dare to do this again. It's too scary."
He was mentally exhausted and his heartstrings were stretched taut. Once he got off the stage, he felt exhausted and trembled as he walked.
"God Ye!" While the two of them were talking, they suddenly saw a figure rushing over. Feng Xiaofeng was very excited and waved at him from afar. "Over here!"
Following him were many other figures.
Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Among the crowd were familiar faces such as Lin Ao, Chen Xiaoyan, and Zhao Liangying. There was also the assistant director of the Spring Festival Gala, four planners, and even the president. The rest were all staff members of the Spring Festival Gala. Some were in charge of makeup, some were in charge of logistics, and some were in charge of preparing props.
All of them looked at Ye Lingchen with bright eyes.
A group of people walked up, but no one said a word.
Suddenly, one person raised his hand, then two people raised their hands, and applause erupted without any warning!
Clap clap clap!
The director, assistant director, and president were all clapping.
They applauded with all their might and used all their strength. Their palms were bright red, and the scene was spectacular.
It was too exciting, too surprising, and too shocking!
That was a miracle …
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