Everyone in the room began to open their sleepy eyes. Although they were not fully awake yet, they all knew that they had to continue recording the show today. They could not let one person's sleepiness affect everyone else's rhythm. So, even though they were not particularly willing, everyone began to get up and then took the opportunity to wash up in the bathroom where they took turns.
The person who made the "noise" was a little fresh meat. He carried a radio into the small courtyard under the morning sun. He came with a vengeance, and he left with a vengeance. He was wearing a black tracksuit, and his hair was a slight burgundy. He was as bright as the first ray of sunlight in the morning.
As the rhythmic music came from the radio on his shoulder, he unconsciously twisted along with it.
"What kind of rhythm is the most swaying? What kind of singing is the most joyous?"
His figure was well-proportioned and slender. No matter how he twisted, he looked good. His face was delicate and handsome. He was a person who could make thousands of girls go crazy. Soon, he walked past the outermost short house and went straight to the three bungalows where everyone was resting.
He walked to the middle of the open space in front of the bungalow, bent down, and put down the radio on his shoulder. Then, like a magic trick, he took out a loudspeaker from nowhere and said loudly, "Hello everyone, I'm Wang Jiaer!"
As he spoke, he made a gesture with his right hand. His thumb and index finger formed a seven, and his other fingers were retracted. It was like when he was young, he used his hand to imitate a gun. Now, this gesture had almost become a standard gesture in the rap world. Wang Jiaer's current posture was a little like he was going to rap. Just give him a verse and he would be able to rap.
This was because he was not only a host, but also a singer.
He had many identities. He was born in Hong Kong, but he developed his career in Korea and was a member of the male singing group XTO7. Not only was he good at singing, but he also developed well in sports. A few years ago, he won the championship of the Asian Youth Fencing Championship.
Many people knew him because he hosted a very popular variety show, but in fact, his main identity was still a singer.
"Let's run! What's my mission now? "After introducing himself, Wang Jiaer was a little confused. If there was no one around, what was he going to do?
Although he was also the host of a variety show, he hosted an indoor variety show. It was a completely different theme and style from this show, so he was a little nervous when he came to this show for the first time. He didn't know what he should do.
If he was like the other guests, there would be a host waiting for him as soon as he arrived. Then, the host would introduce him, and everyone would exchange greetings. Then, the director would give him the task. Wouldn't that be smooth and simple?
But he was different. He was alone now, and he was also a guest. How was he going to proceed with the next segment?
He was starting to suspect that the production team was deliberately messing with him. Although he wasn't a famous celebrity yet, he didn't mean to bully him like this, did he?
"What is my mission? My mission is to wake up all my brothers and sisters! "
When Wang Jiaer said this, even she didn't have much confidence.
He hadn't been in the industry for long, so he wasn't that old and wasn't that famous. He hadn't worked with these brothers and sisters before, so he wasn't very familiar with them. They were all big shots, so there was a high chance that they hadn't even heard of his name. If he rashly went in and woke them up, wouldn't it be very rude? Besides, what if his brothers and sisters woke up in a bad mood in the morning? Their first impression of him would definitely worsen. Who would want to be forced to wake up early in the morning?
If it were him, he wouldn't want to do this either. However, this was the task given to him by the production team. He had no choice, so he could only do this. If any of the brothers or sisters were angry, he would wait until there was a chance to explain and apologize in private.
However, he still didn't dare to do so, so he didn't directly enter the room. He just held the microphone in his hand and shouted at the place he thought was the window, "Wake up!!!"
"Brothers and sisters, wake up!!!"
"Brothers and sisters, wake up!!!"
His loudspeaker was connected to the radio receiver, so his voice was amplified several times. Although he didn't enter the room, the people inside were successfully woken up.
The first to wake up was Deng Chao. Last night, he had told Lu Fei and Chen Heer a bedtime story. However, he hadn't finished reading the first page. The two people next to him had fallen asleep. He insisted on reading for a while, but before he finished the first page, he also fell asleep. It seemed that books were really good for hypnosis.
He was a light sleeper, so when he heard movement outside, he couldn't help but sit up.
"Wake up!!! Wake up!!! "Outside the room, Wang Jiaer was still persistently shouting. He actually had his own reasons for shouting outside. First, if he went into the room, he didn't know which room to enter. If he accidentally barged into the room where the girls were resting, he would be beaten.
Another reason was that if he went into the room and shouted at a close distance, he might be beaten up if he woke them up. When he was young, he called a neighbor's sister to wake up. That sister gave him a slap when she turned over. Although it wasn't intentional, it hurt even more.
After he shouted a few times, no one opened the door, no one opened the window to look at him, and no one made any sound in response. The thick curtains by the window didn't even move.
He started to get anxious and kept pacing in the corridor. "What time did we sleep last night? Why is there no one here?"
He had recorded many shows and knew that some shows would record until late at night, especially outdoor shows like this. After a day of recording, everyone would be very tired. If they went to sleep, they would sleep very soundly, so he didn't have the heart to wake them up. He still hoped to let them have a good rest. Therefore, he wanted to give up a little. How about this? Anyway, the director would control the specific time. As the saying goes, plans can't keep up with changes. ,,,,.
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