After his performance, Jin Feihong left the stage amidst the applause.
His face was still filled with undisguised pride.
It was indeed a great honor to be Gu Qiu's stepping stone in front of the 60,000 high-level officials of the Holy Land of Taichu. At least, that was what he thought.
Jin Feihong returned to the backstage and saw An Lin still waiting to go on stage.
He walked toward An Lin and smiled at An Lin like an old friend.
Jin Feihong didn't look angry at all, but he looked at An Lin with disdain, as if An Lin was an insignificant ant.
"Do you see the gap between you and us?
"Trainee … Don't think you're so great just because you can perform on stage. You're just here to make up the numbers.
"If you go on stage after Gu Qiu, the audience will think you're sh * t, right?"
Jin Feihong smiled brightly when he saw An Lin's serious expression.
He knew that it was his strength that made An Lin feel fear, so he could only deal with it with this kind of expression.
He liked to see people who provoked him step into the abyss, step by step, fall into despair in front of his powerful strength, and finally break down or beg for mercy.
Jin Feihong enjoyed this feeling very much.
"Jin Feihong, don't push your luck! Brother Dabao is a trainee recognized by the top teachers. What right do you have to scold him?! "Ying Bao suddenly stood up and glared at Jin Feihong.
Jin Feihong narrowed his eyes when he saw the girl who jumped out. "Hehe, trainee, have you fallen to the point where a girl has to stand up for you?
"I hope you can perform well. It's okay to be the artist who spent the least amount of votes, but don't be scolded by the audience …"
Jin Feihong saw the undisguised worry on An Lin's face, and the corners of his mouth curled up as if he was looking at a trembling little sheep. He stopped pestering An Lin and walked away.
He still had a lot of time to play with An Lin in the future. Tonight was just the prelude, or just the beginning of Liu Dabao's nightmare.
An Lin didn't speak from beginning to end, not because he couldn't refute, but because he was still thinking about going on stage. Jin Feihong's worry was real.
But it wasn't about being scolded by the audience.
Instead, he was worried about how to make Gu Qiu spend twice as much as he did …
The end of Jin Feihong's famous performance further lowered the audience's expectations.
At this moment, the host, Sister Hong, stepped onto the stage.
She smiled and announced the next performance.
"Next, let's welcome trainee Liu Dabao to perform for us, cooking dance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the venue was stunned.
"Did I hear that right? A cooking dance? "
"Cooking can be turned into a dance? Is this some kind of new comedy show? "
"Hehe, Red Ink Workshop has also fallen to the point of making a commotion?"
"Trainee Liu Dabao? Even trainees could participate in such a high-level performance feast now? Does Red Ink Workshop want to nurture this newcomer? "
Some of the audience were doubtful, while others were amazed.
Previously, because of Gu Qiu's performance, they seemed to be indifferent towards the follow-up program, but now, they couldn't help but turn their gazes towards the stage. Of course, those gazes weren't kind.
This was a trainee! A trainee who wasn't even a top card! I'm afraid I'm the only trainee to perform on stage on the night of Red Ink, right?
They all wanted to see what kind of clown dared to appear on such a grand stage.
The trainees and famous celebrities also turned their gazes towards the center of the stage.
Jin Feihong was also there, and he had a smile on his face.
He was waiting for An Lin to make a fool of himself.
Under everyone's gaze, a man in white holding a black frying pan began to appear in the center of the stage. He held a frying pan and a spatula, and posed in a strange yet handsome pose.
"Pfft … What kind of style is this? Is he really here to be funny? "
"You don't say, I think this pose is pretty good."
"Also, this Liu Dabao looks quite handsome, especially when he's focused …"
An audience member found the highlight, but he only watched it as a comedy show.
"Come on! Brother Dabao! "Ying Bao cheered him on backstage.
Unlike the enthusiastic cheers and screams of other famous celebrities, An Lin's appearance was only greeted with perfunctory applause and heartfelt laughter.
It couldn't be helped, this style was too unique.
At this time, An Lin had already begun to greet the audience.
"Hello everyone, I'm a trainee, Liu Dabao. My specialty is cooking, dancing, and acting cool. Next, I'll perform a very special dance for everyone. "
As soon as An Lin's voice fell, rapid and dynamic music began to play.
Then, he began to wave the spatula like a knife and the black pan like ink in the air. It was a unique and unimaginable beauty, and the smiles of some of the audience members who were digesting An Lin's performance froze on their faces.
"This … this dance …"
"How is this possible?!"
Jin Feihong's eyes were also wide open, and his face was filled with disbelief.
"The spatula is like the rotation of heaven and earth, and the frying pan is like the culinary mind that can contain heaven and earth, and the universe can be seen as it is flipped and tossed!"
Countless people were shocked, including Ying Bao.
Even those ace instructors had shocked expressions on their faces.
An Lin didn't bring a spatula when he performed for them previously!
Moreover, these movements had become more high-end and more in line with the Great Dao. It could even be said that it was beyond their understanding of the Great Dao!
Dragon Emperor was dumbfounded.
Spirit Emperor was an existence that looked like a child, and when he saw this dance, he directly floated up.
District 8's Red Emperor was a woman wearing a red feather dress. She also stood up, and her eyes were shining. "My Red Ink Workshop actually has such a talent?"
Even the district chiefs were so shocked, let alone the audience members.
Previously, they were still looking at the scene with disdain, but now, they were so shocked that they couldn't say a word. They could only watch in a daze, and they naturally felt that special beauty. It was as if the Heavenly Dao was following the rules, and everything was so comfortable and beautiful.
"This person … is he a trainee, Liu Dabao?" Yun Xian stood quietly on the windowsill of the independent viewing room, and she looked at the man on the stage in a daze.
In another viewing room, Golden Wheel Dance Empress exclaimed, "What a terrifying opponent … My Dance Dao is being challenged …"
Gu Qiu also opened the small window of the independent viewing room and looked at the man dancing in the middle of the stage with a frying pan and a spatula. Her eyes were as gentle as water, and she watched silently.
The three headliners were all watching An Lin's performance with rapt attention.
This was treatment that Jin Feihong had never received before.
In terms of performance techniques and dao realm alone, An Lin's cooking dance was already comparable to that of the most popular dancers. If one watched this dance for a long time, they would even feel their stomachs grumbling and the urge to eat something was starting to creep in.
An Lin was putting the title of Chef God of the Celestial Court on the line in this performance!
Just when the audience thought that the performance would end like this …
An Lin suddenly pulled out a chicken from his storage ring!
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