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Geshan:......

Live audience:……

The scene suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Zhang Zhiang's big teeth may have been exposed to the sun by the headlights, so he quickly closed his mouth to protect them from the sun.

Three seconds later, he finally realized that what he just said was a little inappropriate.

Then the hundreds of thousands of netizens in the live broadcast room, the hundreds of viewers at the scene, the instructors at the instructor's seat, all the on-site staff, and other contestants waiting backstage, saw the shining star just now and started to rummage through their pockets on the spot.

After turning the top pockets, turn the bottoms, and after turning the bottom pockets, turn the lining.

Netizens who like Zhang Zhiang are anxious:

[You can’t help it, Xiao Angzi, don’t take it off, don’t take it off, I’m afraid I can’t control how much I’ll send. 】

[Ah... Xiao Angzi, please fasten the buttons for me. 】

[What the hell are you doing to this kid? He just gave me a fur as a gift. What the hell are you doing? Are you scratching me? Did Mao get into his pants? 】

[I gave you a hair, but I didn’t give you any hair? She also gave her warmth. Fang Qingqing looked like a straight woman, but she didn't know that these people were so sophisticated. 】

[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, obedient husband, let's take it off when we get home. I don't want your eight-pack abs to be seen. 】

[Hiss, hiss, keep touching, don’t stop... Hiss, hiss. 】

The instructors were all shocked. Is this child possibly stimulated?

Ge Shan looked at Fang Qingqing nervously, meaning why don't you give her some comfort?

At this time, even Fang Qingqing, who had given Mao himself as a gift, was puzzled. This child was so embarrassing. He continued to scratch the itch and then scratched it. After a while, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Zhang Zhiang finally took out a chicken feather from his inner pocket.

"Look, I'm not lying. Sister Qing really gave me a gift, and it also included her share of luck."

"I was worried that I would lose it while dancing, so I kept it carefully."

tutor:……

audience:……

Netizens:

[Oh God, if you say you’re sending hair, do you really mean sending hair? Fang Qingqing deserves to be you. 】

[My stomach hurts from laughing so hard. May I ask, did Fang Qingqing pick off this hair from her feather duster? 】

[Hahahahahahahahahahaha, I thought I was scolding someone when I said I gave him a hair. But when I saw that it was really a hair, I was sure that Fang Qingqing was really cursing someone. 】

[Giving a chicken feather is 100% funny, Zhang Zhiang undressing and looking for chicken feathers on the spot is 1000% funny, giving a chicken feather and carefully collecting it is % funny]

Under the bright lights, Zhang Zhiang held up the hair and showed it to everyone excitedly, with firm eyes and a serious expression——

Like a warrior about to die heroically.

Fang Qingqing turned away, she couldn't bear to look directly at him, it was too embarrassing.

It's so embarrassing.

If you give me a piece of hair as a gift, I'll give it as a gift, and you still have to show it off. Now everyone knew that she had a feather duster hat stuck in her head.

This is a luxury limited-edition hat, sponsored by the brand. She must not ask for compensation when she sees this.

Xu Leyin laughed tremblingly at the side, very impolite, "Really... I really gave you a gift, hahaha..."

Fang Qingqing looked at him resentfully: Are you polite?

Xu Leyin felt irritated by Fang Qingqing's gaze. She gritted her teeth, stopped laughing, and began to comment seriously:

"The dance moves you just performed were difficult and fast, but your breath was always steady. I think you performed very well, so I took the light for you."

Zhang Zhiang carefully put away the chicken feathers and bowed to Xu Leyin:

"Thank you, thank you Teacher Xu."

The two instructors had finished their comments, and everyone looked at Fang Qingqing expectantly.

Fang Qingqing took a sip of iced Coke from the thermos cup.

Geshan looked at her with encouraging eyes:

Say it, Teacher Fang, it doesn’t matter. This kid in your company is really great. Don’t worry about others saying you deliberately helped him, because he is really great. Teacher Fang, tell me!

"Teacher Fang seems to be commenting very seriously and is carefully considering the wording."

Xu Leyin, who has been a director, is very insightful into people's hearts. In order not to be silent at this time, based on his own observations, he shared with everyone the general psychological activities of Fang Qingqing.

Finally, Fang Qingqing picked up the phone.

She said: "Well... well... it's hard to comment."

Zhang Zhiang:! ! !

Geshan:? ? ?

Xu Leyin:? ? ?

The whole audience:? ? ?

Netizens:

[Fang Qingqing, do you know what you are talking about? 】

[Teacher Fang, I know you want to avoid suspicion, but don’t avoid it yet. This is related to whether I can see my husband sing and dance again and my lifelong happiness. 】

[Ah, Fang Qingqing, please speak nicely. My Zhang Zhiang is so great. What’s wrong with you commenting? 】

[You were pretty eloquent just now, but you didn’t say it when I asked you to? You are a very difficult person to deal with. 】

Everyone was still looking forward to her next reversal, but Fang Qingqing had already put down the microphone.

Geshan frantically signaled, "Then you should take pictures of the lights!" If you don't want to talk, just do it.

Fang Qingqing shook her head.

Xu Leyin also said: "It seems that Teacher Fang cherishes words like gold now, so why don't you shoot the lamp?"

Fang Qingqing: "I won't take pictures."

Everyone was shocked!

Xu Leyin never expected that Fang Qingqing actually wanted to be a selfless person, so she asked, "Why don't you film it?"

There must be a reason. After all, Zhang Zhiang's performance just now was really great.

If she didn't make it clear, she might make others think that there was discord within their company, which led Fang Qingqing to put on his shoes on such an important occasion.

Fang Qingqing shook her head.

"No, Teacher Fang, you have to comment even if you don't take pictures. Let me tell you, why don't you take pictures?"

Xu Leyin is a good person who works hard to the end and is good at teaching.

Fang Qingqing: “Because it’s hard to judge.”

The audience suddenly felt that there were some kind of wheels, going back and forth in their faces.

Xu Leyin:......

Well, after asking for a long time and being asked back, he might as well not say anything, get angry and put down the phone.

Fang Qingqing felt extremely wronged, and she didn't really want to give her reasons.

It's because if she said that she thought Zhang Zhiang's performance just now was mixed with a touch of greasiness, then everyone would think Zhang Zhiang was greasy.

She didn't want everyone to think Zhang Zhiang was greasy, so she really couldn't say anything.

If in this show, one of them from the same company must be scolded, then let her suffer it.

After all, Zhang Zhiang was a cute boy who would carefully collect even a chicken feather she gave him.

Zhang Zhiang was still looking forward to it when he heard Fang Qingqing say that his performance was difficult to evaluate.

After all, Sister Qing is Sister Qing, and Sister Qing likes not to take the usual path.

However, when he saw Sister Qing firmly saying that she would not take photos of the lamp, his heart broke:

Sister Qing, she said it was difficult for me to criticize but she still didn’t give me a photo!

Ouch~

Zhang Zhiang ran off the stage crying.

He wanted to find a place to bury the chicken feathers. Any luck that brought him luck was all a lie. His luck was taken away by Sister Qing herself.

But he couldn't leave. He was held by his good friend Li Zihang.

Li Zihang asked him sadly: "Didn't you say that your senior sister will do her best to support us? Why doesn't she even give you a review or give you a photo?"

Fang Qingqing wants to find fault even with her colleague Zhang Zhiang, who performs so perfectly, so does he still have a job? Li Zihang's heart was almost hanging to death.

Zhang Zhiang was so sad that he had no time to comfort others, so he cried and said:

"How did I know? If I knew, I would still be on hold! Woo hoo hoo... you can sing and dance. The stage is so big. You can dance as much as you like. I'll cry even if I do."