When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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After eating, today's recording started normally.

The staff brought up a large plastic tube, which contained different small balls, and there seemed to be something written on it.

The host said: "Today's part is to perform a stage play. I believe everyone is a very good actor. Do you want to know what play to play?"

"A thunderstorm?"

"I'm so tired, I still have to act on the show."

It seems that no one is interested in stage plays at all, indeed, people like Shao Cheng whose daily job is to act in plays will only find it boring, and people with different majors like Wen Bai and Pei Zijing are even less interested.

The host could only laugh dryly: "Our scripts are extracted, let's see what we have."

Several stories appear on the screen.

Classic stage plays such as The Phantom of the Opera, Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, etc., as well as Snow White whose painting style is incompatible at the end.

"What is Snow White? Why is there such a thing for children?"

"I don't want to be a dwarf."

"There are so many plays, it's impossible to get one."

The host said: "Send someone to smoke."

Almost everyone turned their attention to Qian Ling.

Sensing their gaze, Qian Ling waved his hands again and again. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still confessed: "I'm a non-chief, and my hands are stinky, so don't let me do it."

He said that the smelly hand was white and thin, no matter how bad it was, the repertoire drawn out by this hand was still delicious.

Qian Ling was shunned, so she had no choice but to go up, put her hand into the plastic bucket, stirred in the round balls, and took out one casually as if resigned to her fate.

Qian Ling handed the ball to the host.

"Let's see what the show is—"

The host glanced at the ball and showed it to the camera, "Let's congratulate the guests present for winning the play of 'Snow White'."

Silence.

Qian Ling was taken aback, her eyes and nose were slightly powdered, her eyelashes trembled, and she seemed to be shining with water, innocent and dazed, and softly apologized: "I'm sorry..."

really……

He said he was an African chieftain.

Pei Zijing was the first to laugh. He stepped forward and asked the host with a smile, "You don't all have the same balls in your plastic buckets, do you?"

As he spoke, he stretched his hand in and took a few balls out.

One, two, three, the words "Snow White" did not appear again, and there was no secret operation. It seems that Qianling is the real back of the hand.

"Snow White, Snow White is good. The world's classic fairy tales are suitable for all ages and have a wide audience." Pei Zijing comforted: "We all think it's pretty good, don't we?"

The people who were still complaining in front quickly changed their faces, and they all echoed.

Next is their free assignment of roles.

Because there weren't enough people, they put the main characters on paper.

Out of professional habits, Wen Bo said: "The main ones are the princess, stepmother and prince. From a comprehensive consideration, since we don't have girls, I prefer to give the princess to Qianling."

In the story, the princess's skin is as white as snow, her lips are as red as snow, and her eyes are as dazzling as stars. She is the most beautiful person in the whole world.

Nobody has a problem with that.

But the Qianling in front of him is even better than that, no one would question what is wrong with him playing such a role, as if he was born for such a beautiful and clean role.

"As for the prince..." Wen Bo said, "I'll do it."

Pei Zijing squeezed the script tightly, "Why are you here? Can you act? You are doing this for your own benefit. Who doesn't know that the prince has a kissing scene!"

"Kiss scene?" Qian Ling was taken aback, "Do you want to film it too?"

"Of course, how can we not shoot the classic scene of the drama? The audience is also looking forward to it." Wen Bo said: "We must respect the original work."

"Is there anyone more suitable for the role of prince than me?" Shao Cheng said, "I have both acting skills and appearance. You should go be servants and dwarves."

Wen Bai and Pei Zijing: "..."

A group of people are arguing endlessly at this stage, no one intends to give in, the head can be cut off and blood can be shed, only the role can't be lost!

Audiences who saw this scene:

[In my life, I never thought that Shao Cheng, an actor with a salary of tens of millions, would blush and have a thick neck in order to compete for the second lead of a play. ]

[They are short of comparing who is farther away from the kindergarten. ]

[I wouldn't even mind all three of them playing princes if the show allowed it hahahahaha]

[Sisters, what choice do you make, I want them all! ]

……

Seeing that the discussion was fruitless, Qian Ling could only grab the pen and paper from Wen Bo, write all the characters on it, crumpled it up and held it in his hand.

"Stop arguing, just do it randomly."

This is probably the best way.

Everyone took the note, leaving the last one in the palm of their hand, and Qian Ling opened it without any expectations.

Looking at the "stepmother" written by herself on the above, Qianling was stunned for a while, but before she could react, she heard Pei Zijing cheering next to her:

"Hahaha you are still robbing me, what are you using to rob me?" Pei Zijing happily showed the note in front of the camera, "Look what this is."

The handwriting on the note is still beautiful, and a small crown is drawn on the upper right corner of the prince.

Let them die of envy.

Wen Bo suppressed his smile, "Well...Pei Zijing, you seem to have overlooked a very serious issue."

Pei Zijing turned his head blankly, "What."

Seeing the strange expressions on their faces, Pei Zijing sensed something was wrong, "You don't want to go back on your word, do you? This is not okay, I will be a prince."

"Don't worry, we will never regret it. It's you, don't regret it."

Following Wen Bai's line of sight, Pei Zijing looked over, and saw Qian Ling holding a note in his hand, looking at him innocently.

"Feel sorry……"

Pei Zijing was stunned for a few seconds, then reacted, and took the note from Qian Ling's hand. It was not the princess he imagined, but 'stepmother'?

"Ah? How could this be?"

"My hands are too smelly, so I missed the draw." Qian Ling whispered.

"It's okay, it's a good draw." Wen Bo patted Qian Ling's shoulder, "Sometimes contrast is also a kind of character charm."

Since Qian Ling got the stepmother, who got the real princess?

Pei Zijing looked around and found that everyone was different, and finally looked at An Qing.

His eyes darkened, "It couldn't be you, could it?"

An Qing nodded, and showed the note in her hand, which was clearly written as a princess.

Pei Zijing hurriedly said to Wen Bo: "Actually, I think it's okay to not have a kissing scene, but for an art adaptation, there must be something new."

Wen Bo categorically refused, "That is the essence of drama, and it cannot be deleted."

Pei Zijing: "..."

How happy he was when he got that note, how much he wants to cry now, his first kiss is of course reserved for his wife!

It's a pity that no one could hear his wailing, and everyone went to see the temporary venue.

Everything in the costume scene was prepared impromptu, and the scene didn't seem to be set up well, probably because they didn't expect that they would get such a side show.

The staff was rushing to catch up with work, and Qian Ling was led to look at the clothes first.

The costumer was looking for clothes among the clothes in the room, afraid that Qian Ling would be bored, so he chatted with him, "Originally, these should have been prepared yesterday, but recently everyone is not in good spirits, and several colleagues have fallen ill. not enough people."

That was really a coincidence.

I heard them complaining about nightmares this morning.

Qian Ling said: "It's okay, take your time looking for it, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Perhaps the big props team still needs someone to paint it, but you are a guest, we definitely dare not let you do these chores."

Qian Ling was born as an art student. For props that are simple to color, he can be regarded as handy. "Anyway, I'm bored when I'm idle. Of course it's the best to help you."

What he plays is not the protagonist, there are not many scenes, and there are only a few lines. It is reasonable to do more things with a high salary.

"Ah, finally found it."

The clothing is a long dark purple dress from the corner, which looks new and clean because of the dust bag.

"You go in and change it first, the size will be adjusted later."

"it is good."

Qianling took the clothes and walked into the fitting room. It was a Western-style dress with a zipper on the back and fish bones for support around the waist. The straps were intertwined and intertwined, which could well highlight the figure.

It's just that when wearing it alone, it seems stretched. Qian Ling adjusted it for a long time, but still felt uncomfortable.

The dressmaker who handed him the clothes was a girl, and Qian Ling always felt that it was not good to call people in.

Then he heard another footstep.

Shao Cheng's voice sounded, "This suit may be a bit small."

The costumer said: "Ah, this set of servant's clothes is already the largest size, and because his role is positioned as a hunter, it should be looser than other sizes."

Shao Cheng's figure is so well maintained that such cannon fodder clothes are worn on him with a special flavor.

The fur of animals and the texture of denim make his cold temperament a little more uninhibited.

If he is really a hunter, he should be the most skilled one in the whole field, able to hunt the most animals, and the room is full of his trophies.

"Shao Cheng, can you come in and help me?"

Qianling's voice was hidden under the thick curtain, a little muffled, and there was a slight trembling when listening carefully.

Shao Cheng approached and opened the curtain.

Qian Ling was wearing a long dark purple dress, with intricately intertwined ribbons lingering on her snow-white and delicate back. She was white without any blemishes, and she was as radiant as a priceless jade.

Qianling said with a trembling voice, "I can't reach it, can you tie it up for me?"

Shao Cheng let out a muffled hum, more like an impatience coming from his throat.

The more white and clean something is, the easier it is to trigger people's deepest and most secret thoughts, and to leave his own mark.

Some rough fingertips inadvertently slid across the provocative white skin, and he clearly saw that the small piece of skin quickly became pink like cherry blossoms.

Really so squeamish...

Qian Ling quickly clasped his hand, but it touched somewhere, and there was a cold and hard metal texture from the palm of his hand, and his voice trembled a little.

"Is it tied, is it tied?"