Shuang Qi

Just finished a round of promotion, the players are naturally happy but also worried.

With a senior show host like Zhao Huyou around, it is naturally not up to others to adjust the atmosphere to appease the masses.

Not far away, Chen Sha sorted out the documents in her hand and walked towards the mentors.

"Next is the weekend, and the players and staff have two days to rest. Come back next Monday and start the second phase of the task."

Zhang Xiuming was the first to ask, "What is the second round of tasks?"

Chen Sha was not in a hurry to speak, but first sent the information in her hand.After the instructors read it roughly, she said unhurriedly: "In the second round, 28 is promoted to [-]th, and the instructor is asked to give [-] traditional programs. The contestants choose the programs according to the order of the first round and adapt them. Each program There are only two groups of players to choose from.

In the end, it was adapted into a 15-minute TV cross talk, which was scored by the tutor and the audience respectively, and the top [-] with the comprehensive score were taken as the promotion list. "

In this regard, several instructors have no doubts.

According to the time plan in the plan, there will be a total of ten days in this stage from training to promotion.

That is to say, compared with the just-concluded 28th Jin [-], the next ten days will be much more generous and easier for the mentor.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xu Jingjing suddenly let out a surprised exclamation, "The [-]th and [-]th finals, the task is to organize a special session in groups?"

Hearing what he said, the other instructors noticed the content on the next page.

"The whole group with the highest score will be promoted?" Chu Qiansheng caught this important information at the first glance and couldn't help but exclaim.

"The size of the venue, time selection, and program arrangement are all freely chosen by the contestants?" Zhang Xiuming looked further ahead, and his face became serious after reading this.

These are not trivial matters. Preparing for a special session involves contacting venues and publicizing matters. This is not a must-have quality for a cross talk actor.

Jiang Qifeng also thought of this, couldn't help but look at Chen Sha, and asked with a little hesitation: "Are these exam questions beyond the standard?"

Chen Sha was slightly startled, and remained silent for half a minute before realizing that they seemed to have misunderstood something.

So he hurriedly explained: "No, no, contacting the rental venue and ticket sales and publicity work are all done by our program team. This is just to test the contestants' awareness and use of their own strengths, as well as their ability to work as a team."

If so, it seems reasonable.

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In the second stage, the work of the program team was slightly reduced, and Jiang Qifeng naturally shifted his focus back to Shuangqi Club. Wen Qiyu and Xu Zhaolan finally seized the opportunity to talk to him about Jiang Hua.

On the morning of the weekday, in the backstage of Shuangqi Club, three people were sitting in a state of distress, while the person next to him, Jiang Hua, looked like he had nothing to do with him.

"He doesn't go abroad. I know that. I have already recovered half of the tuition fees I prepared for him." Jiang Qifeng didn't seem to understand the point of the problem.

Wen Qiyu asked sadly: "Then does he want to take the college entrance examination?"

Jiang Qifeng:?

This question was indeed ignored by him.So after careful consideration, Jiang Qifeng kicked the ball to the person himself.

"Do you want to take the college entrance examination?"

Jiang Hua didn't even lift her head. "casual……"

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, what's the matter, should they call and ask their parents?

After a while, Jiang Qifeng and Xu Zhaolan turned their attention to Wen Qiyu at the same time. After all, he was the only undergraduate graduate present who had taken the college entrance examination.

Wen Qiyu's expression at this moment was exactly the same as that of Jiang Qifeng when he first heard the question, as if there were three huge question marks floating above his head.

"Look at me, I don't know how his grades are!"

Jiang Qifeng recalled what his parents had mentioned by chance, and it was almost certain that Jiang Hua was definitely not a serious study material.

"It's going to be difficult."

Let's not talk about how the three talkers can improve their academic performance within a year. How international schools can participate in the domestic college entrance examination is a problem.

Wen Qiyu looked at Jiang Hua, and asked hesitantly, "How is he playing the guitar? Why don't you try the art test."

Speaking of Jiang Qifeng, he couldn't help but get angry. In the early years, Jiang's mother used the little performance fees he had saved so hard to buy Jiang Hua a guitar worth [-] yuan with a big wave of his hand.

Just buy it, don't find a teacher for him, let him learn and play around, and in the end he didn't get anything out of it.

I remembered seeing the video of Jiang Hua playing the guitar made by Jiang's mother in the circle of friends before. Those two brushes were not as good as the leeks and eggs in Shuangqi Club.

"Don't think about it, he's just playing tricks on mom."

Jiang Hua suddenly became unhappy, jumped up from the sofa, and yelled at Jiang Qifeng: "Why do you say that I can't play well! You can do it yourself!"

Jiang Qifeng rolled his eyes at him: "I don't know how to play the guitar, but I know how to play the three-stringed erhu and yueqin. I can play any of them better than you."

He paused for two seconds, and quickly added: "By the way, I can also play cotton."

Hearing this, both Xu Zhaolan and Wen Qiyu's eyes lit up, and they exclaimed in unison: "Really?"

Jiang Qifeng was noncommittal.

The person involved, Jiang Hua, was gnashing her teeth, her cheeks swollen with anger.This is sarcasm!This is an insult to him!But based on what he saw with his own eyes, or what he heard from other people, probably [-]% of what Jiang Qifeng said was true, except for playing cotton.

And he...he knows best what level he is.

After being annoyed for a long time, he retreated to the corner without saying a word, ignoring anyone.

Xu Zhaolan thought for a long time, and saw that the other two were silent, so he looked at Jiang Qifeng and asked in a low voice, "You were majoring in cross talk performance at an opera school, right? Is there a threshold?"

Jiang Qifeng said frankly: "I went to the opera school in junior high school, as long as I am not dumb or stuttering, I can get in. After I became a teacher, I naturally went straight up."

Xu Zhaolan then asked: "Then what if I give Jiang Hua a year's foundation before letting him take the exam?"

There is a specialization for the cross talk show major, and the test is available, but none of the three people present have passed the test, and they don't know what grade Jiang Hua can learn in a year!

After thinking about it, it seems that there is only one way for Jiang Hua to continue her studies.Jiang Qifeng settled down and finally made up his mind.

"Let's not talk about the reputation and qualifications of the three of us, at least the word "well-known" among the peers.I don't believe it. My junior brother was able to get on stage after studying for a year. Could it be that Jiang Hua couldn't even get into a drama school after studying for a year? "

Xu Zhaolan was the first to applaud him, his heart was filled with fighting spirit immediately, and he echoed: "Exactly! 360 five days a year, just one sentence a day can give him a whole job!"

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Ever since Shuangqi and Xu Zhaolan reached a consensus, Jiang Hua appeared more and more frequently in Shuangqi Club.When there is a performance, he must be asked to announce the curtain, and when there is no performance, he is also forced to learn the basics backstage.

Jiang Qifeng and Xu Zhaolan also had a serious discussion, and the division of labor was clear, five days a week to lay the foundation, one day to talk about theory, and leave one day for the children to rest on their own.

Jiang Hua fought tenaciously against this.

"There are two weekends before school, why should I only have one day off!"

"Who told you that there are two days on the weekend of the third year of high school?"

"Then they still have winter and summer vacation!"

"Let's talk about it after the New Year."

"You...you are unreasonable!"

Jiang Qifeng looked at his restless younger brother seriously, thinking that this guy's rebellious period has lasted too long, right?It looked like this in his hands when he first entered junior high school, and it hasn't changed at all until now.Difficult to do...

"Reason?" Jiang Qifeng looked him up and down, and said in a cold tone: "If you have the ability to sit in school and study like your peers, the winter and summer vacation you want will naturally come as scheduled. But you've gone astray now."

Hearing these words, Jiang Hua's eyes flashed an imperceptible shame and indignation.

Jiang Qifeng continued: "Now you can enter one of the best cross talk clubs in Beijing, and you should feel lucky to be urged to learn skills by a husband who has been in the industry for more than ten years.

When you are clamoring to take a break, how many cross talk actors who have studied hard since childhood have to go through decades of training, experience competition and be eliminated in various programs, and rely on their own efforts to win a platform. "

Jiang Hua was silent, or maybe she was stunned.In short, there was no sound for a long time, and there was no response.

Xu Zhaolan, the authentic quasi-master, listened clearly, but didn't say a word.These words are true, and most of the actors in cross talk and even folk art are deeply touched.

It is not easy for anyone who is engaged in art and to be an artist to stand out and shine among thousands of people.What's more, the folk art of cross talk seems to be thousands of miles away from the trend, and it is not far from the past.

Jiang Hua frowned slightly, and after a long silence, she reluctantly asked in a low voice, "Can I only talk about cross talk?"

Jiang Qifeng looked at him quietly, and asked, "What else would you do?"

A senior gentleman said that cross talk is the art with the lowest threshold, and it can be said by an individual with his mouth open, but it is not necessarily good or bad.

Jiang Hua lowered her head, feeling a faint sense of frustration spreading deep in her heart.If he started to talk about cross talk, he might not be able to feel proud in front of Jiang Qifeng for the rest of his life.

So far, in his heart, he is still unwilling to recognize this brother.

Seeing that Jiang Hua rarely talked back and was still a little depressed, Jiang Qifeng inexplicably became more patient, and subconsciously comforted him: "Maybe you don't have any feelings for cross talk now, it doesn't matter, the future will be long. Tianjin is the hometown of Quyi, you are in Quyi I believe that you will like cross talk when you grow up in the hometown."

Jiang Hua didn't speak, but seemed to be listening.He picked up the oral text that Xu Zhaolan had given him, and headed towards a certain corner.Moments later, the backstage of Shuangqi Club sounded full of emotional and impassioned voices.

The three of them were very relieved that they didn't waste their words in vain.

After a while, Wen Qiyu seemed to have just realized it, suddenly chuckled, leaned into Jiang Qifeng's ear and whispered: "Brother, the way you reasoned with him just now is very similar to our master."