Shuang Qi

Hearing this, not only the people outside the door were stunned, but the chief director in the room was also stunned, and then clicked his tongue: "The flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't know each other."

Jiang Qifeng had envisioned the scene of meeting this fellow junior many times, but he never imagined... the first time was to participate in the competition as an opponent.

He couldn't help but look back again, the young man was tall and well-proportioned, fair-looking, and he was humble and polite when talking to the director.

Master's vision is as good as ever.

After registration, there are two weeks for participating actors to prepare works for the preliminary competition, which can be refurbished from old work or created by themselves.

Creation is a crucial ability of an actor and an indispensable part of an excellent actor.

But this is only the first round, so don't rush to try your best.

Jiang Qifeng is very confident in his basic skills, making modifications and innovations on the basis of traditional work, grasping every key point, and it will definitely not be a problem to pass the preliminary competition.

The day before the recording of the preliminary competition, the program director sent the recording time and place and the general process precautions. Jiang Qifeng only glanced at it briefly and put it down, as if he had a plan in mind.

On the day of the recording, the staff of the program group had already taken their positions and started preparations, but there was a quarrel in the director's lounge.

The host Zhao Huyou pointed at the screen of the relay monitor angrily, and opened his mouth to question the director: "When did Jiang Qifeng sign up? Why didn't you write the script?"

The director's assistant handed him a glass of cold water, and calmed him down, "Mr. Zhao, calm down. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you about this. He doesn't have a stage name. That Jiang Wanqiu is him."

Zhao Huyou glanced at the water handed over, didn't intend to reach out to take it, and continued to ask the director: "The reason you changed the competition system in the previous meeting was for him?"

The director sighed and spread his hands together: "The leader has already agreed to this matter, and it's all for the ratings of the show."

"He just left Dongcheng Tea House, you want me to pretend not to know him?"

"Old Zhao, you haven't talked about cross talk for so many years, why do you still take the grievances of Dongcheng Tea House on yourself?"

"I……"

Zhao Huyou was at a loss for words, and finally became discouraged and sat down on the sofa.

On the other side, Jiang Qifeng sat stiffly in the player waiting area, resisting to perform on stage later in his heart.

Of course he wasn't afraid of going on stage, and he couldn't be afraid of talking about cross talk. What he resisted was the judges sitting in the guest seats.

Why didn't the program group inform the judges that Zhang Xiuming was among the guests!

This kind of feeling is like being randomly checked by the teacher when he was young, and there is a trace of guilt in his nervousness, even though he is very confident in his works.

"I saw Wen Qiyu arguing with someone in the background just now..."

Suddenly there was a whisper of discussion around, Jiang Qifeng subconsciously turned his head to look, four or five actors lowered their heads and whispered together, the expressions on their faces were either uproar or gloating.

"What happened backstage?" Jiang Qifeng tentatively joined.

The person who spoke was a cross talk actor from Tianjin, and his Tianjin flavor sounded very friendly: "The apprentice Zhang Xiuming accepted two years ago, Wen Qiyu, was arguing with someone."

"Hey, you're talking nonsense before you're on stage, this guy has a bad temper!"

Jiang Qifeng left after listening for a while. He didn't like the backbiting, but his impression of Wen Qiyu had changed.He doesn't dislike straight temper, and even likes it a little bit.

The staff in the studio were busy holding the walkie-talkie inside and out, and then the two groups of actors were recorded, and it would be dark when it was Jiang Qifeng's turn.

No wonder the director warned in advance not to rush to put on the gown, and don't have to take it off to eat later, it's very troublesome.

Time passed by, and the tired faces of the teachers in the guest seats could be clearly seen through the camera monitor on the side camera. Zhang Xiuming picked up the thermos cup from the ground and unscrewed it to take a sip of strong tea. Seeing how well-prepared he was, he probably Very experienced.

Jiang Qifeng was tired of waiting, and just about to check his mobile phone for a while, he heard the staff in front waving and shouting.

"Mr. Jiang...Mr. Jiang, get ready!"

Jiang Qifeng was taken aback, turned the phone to silent and put it back in his pocket, stood up and walked over: "What's the matter? Aren't there two groups of actors in front?"

The staff said with a bitter face: "Something happened in the backstage of the two groups in front, and the assistant director is helping to make adjustments. The recording here cannot be delayed. The director team discussed it and let you go first."

Jiang Qifeng immediately understood that it was the two groups who were arguing in the background just now.

"Okay, I'll go get ready. If you're tired, help me tell some teachers to wait a while."

Fifteen minutes later, the director's voice came from the intercom of the staff in the studio.

"Get ready to record, everyone on your marks."

The young man in black hurried up to the stage to tidy up the table, changed the most common table surround, and put Jiang Qifeng's Xingmu folding fan on it.

The lights came on, and the big screen was replaced with the background prepared by Jiang Qifeng. There were no fancy decorations or exaggerated logo titles. It was the most common stage background.

"start……"

As soon as the director's words fell, the gentlemen in the guest seat who had looked tired just now sat up straight and focused their eyes on the center of the stage.

Jiang Qifeng was dressed in a maroon linen gown, from clothing to props to the background are the most traditional style.

If it weren't for the eye-catching little curly hair on his head, this picture would really look like a storyteller in an old teahouse.

The judges and teachers in the guest seats looked at each other with doubts and surprises on their faces.Only Zhang Xiuming didn't respond. Of course he recognized Jiang Qifeng's real name, so he knew about Jiang Qifeng's participation from the very beginning.

Then Jiang Qifeng on the stand, he stood here, clapped the table with a Xingmu in his hand, recited a few opening poems smoothly, and then began to perform.

Zhang Xiuming sat in the middle of the guest seats and could see it most clearly, but his face was expressionless the whole time, and his indifference was frightening.

The audience laughed and applauded tremblingly, and the other two teachers also praised him, but he was unmoved.

After the normal performance, Jiang Qifeng closed with a smile and bowed, raised his head and walked forward to wait for the judges and teachers to comment.

Only then did he realize that his palms were covered with sweat, and his footsteps trembled uncontrollably.

He has absolute confidence in his works, but he is at a loss for Zhang Xiuming's cold face.

The host Zhao Huyou walked onto the stage from the side steps, stood beside Jiang Qifeng, with the most standard smile on his face, and said the lines he had prepared a long time ago: "I can't stand up straight when I see the audience laughing, It seems that they all like Jiang Wanqiu's stand-up comedy. I don't know how the judges judge, whether to let him advance?"

Zhang Xiuming, who was sitting in the middle, didn't speak, and the scene suddenly seemed a little awkward.But the two next to him are also famous cross talkers, so of course they wouldn't let Zhao Huyou's words hang around here.

Xu Jingjing from the Capital Music Troupe on the left was the first to speak: "This work is very regular, and there is no lack of heart in addition to the rules. In addition, the rhythm of the actors is very stable, and the presentation is very good."

The evaluation of the old gentleman on the right is similar to that of Xu Jingjing. Two of the three teachers agree that Jiang Qifeng's smooth promotion is a certainty.

"Thank you." Jiang Qifeng bowed to the two of them and thanked them politely.

The overall situation has been decided, but he still can't let go of his hanging heart. It can't be said that he is looking forward to or nervously looking at Zhang Xiuming in the middle, waiting for him to speak.

Zhao Huyou had nothing to do with himself, so he was naturally happy to watch a good show, and asked Jiang Qifeng's heart: "What does Teacher Zhang think?"

The eyes of both the audience and the staff at the scene fell on Zhang Xiuming, and no one knew what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"I told you not to engage in such conflicts and hype! What will you do if Zhang Xiuming really tears your face here!" The assistant director stared anxiously at the monitor and complained to the chief director.

Zhang Xiuming took a deep breath, and finally opened his golden mouth slowly: "Don't insult the master."

What kind of evaluation is this? ?

The audience was dumbfounded, the cast and crew were also dumbfounded, and the other contestants were even more confused.

Only Jiang Qifeng understood, the big stone in his heart finally fell, his eyes became hot, and tears came out of his eyes.

"Thank you, sir."

The director was sweating profusely watching from behind the camera, and was very anxious: "Cut it out, cut it out, you can't put all the material in the first issue! Cut it out! Let him say it's a pass and it's over!"

After receiving the order, the assistant director rushed to the stage to make gestures, making mouth shapes while gesticulating.

Zhao Huyou squinted his eyes twice and understood.

"Did Mr. Zhang pass him?"

"Pass."

Zhao Huyou made a happy expression and continued: "The three teachers have all passed, and we congratulate Jiang Wanqiu for advancing to the semi-finals!"

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Backstage lounge, Jiang Qifeng changed his coat, greeted other actors politely, congratulated each other, and then sat on the sofa to rest.

What Zhang Xiuming said just now made him feel unreal, floating like in a dream.

It wasn't until now that he really came back to his senses.

There is a monitor in front of the sofa where he is slumped, and the scene in the studio is broadcasted on it. The ones who are performing now are Wen Qiyu and Shao Huan. They have changed the traditional "Wu Zhuizi" and performed this one.

Jiang Qifeng poured a cup of tea and looked at the display seriously.

I have to say that Wen Qiyu has a good understanding. He has not been a teacher for a long time, but his performance is already very natural. The fly in the ointment is that their group of partners seems to have just partnered not long ago, and there is no tacit understanding. I can't figure out what's wrong.

He was engrossed in watching, and at some point there were a few more people beside him, all of them gathered together to stare at the monitor, discussing while watching.

"Can he survive this?"

"If you can pass it, it depends on who gave it to you."

"Do you still need to guess? Teacher Zhang must avoid suspicion and not comment. The other two gentlemen have seen Teacher Zhang's face!"

"Keep your voice down, he will come down to find you after the news, didn't you see how lively the backstage quarrel was just now..."