After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 95 Yan Cheng Chops Every Day
Although not as experienced as Ai Yuanyuan, who can play the game well, Zhong Jiuyin believes that she can never be the kind of person who just pretends to be a fool.

So she stared back imposingly on the spot.

Wherever they looked, Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi refused to look at each other and did not dare to say anything, and Ai Yuanyuan also looked up to the sky and pretended nothing happened.

Yan Cheng was the only one who looked away smoothly after meeting her eyes, in the sense of "Did you not understand your position in this [-] second? I don't even bother to talk about you".

She opened her mouth to speak, but Yan Cheng said very sincerely: "I'm just looking forward to your personal brain battle performance."

"I thank you."

Sure enough, it was not an illusion to say that she had deteriorated that day. This person's mouth just had something there, as if it had been pierced by an ice edge in winter.

The reaction of the bandit in the variety show was out of control. Seeing that her conversation had stopped at a relatively stable stage, the director quickly lowered the plot to distract her, and cut off her plan to speak again.

The story of the audiobook continued from the self-introduction of the previous dancers, and the atmosphere became strangely quiet before the disaster.

"Everyone recovered from the handsomeness of the dancer, and the musician turned his attention to the beautiful lady next to him. The gentleman said: 'Our men have already disclosed their identities, who are the two ladies?'"

"The sitting proud lady said: 'I am a painter, I was invited to paint on the cruise ship, and I don't intend to participate in the ball. And my task does not have a fixed time and place. When I heard the call, I was on the third floor. I observed the scenery on the deck, and then followed the direction of the shadows to come here.'”

"The other lady wanted to be more introverted. After sitting down, she simply said: 'I'm just a poor ghost who writes books.' After finishing speaking, everyone looked at her, then lowered their heads and hurriedly added: 'To be honest, I It was brought up by my friend to see the masked ball, and I planned to come out after twelve o'clock.'”

"The musician nodded and wanted to talk to the lady again, but the chef who was sitting in the main seat took the lead and asked the painter a question: 'You said you saw a shaking figure following? That figure is one of us Is it? Or someone else at the ball?'”

"The painter shook his head: 'I don't know, I just saw a shadow walking very fast, thinking that someone needs help.'"

"After she finished speaking, the stern writer whispered urgently: 'Is there someone who needs help? I heard a scream. And, and don't you think it's too quiet on the cruise ship? The masked dance has begun, but there is no No music was heard.'”

"'There's no music, aren't the musicians in a hurry?' the painter asked pickily, with a tone that was harsh and unbelievable. 'And the dancers, aren't they the opening dancers? Why don't you look in a hurry?'"

"The musician obviously understood her arrogance. He only said that no one had contacted him yet, and he didn't know if something unexpected happened. After a moment of silence, the dancer mocked: 'I didn't want to come. They didn't want to come. No respect for dancing, all you care about is masked flirting, so what do you need me as a dancer? Humiliate me?'”

"His arrogance was even worse. The painter was attracted by his words and looked at him several times. The writer hesitated to speak, but couldn't help but return to the topic: 'Aren't you worried? I feel that there is something wrong It happened. Where is the cruise ship, can I go back?'”

"The chef moved the knife and fork on the plate in front of him, making a crisp sound, and seeing everyone turned to look at him, he said: 'I also feel that something happened, since it's not here, why don't you go to the ballroom to find out? .So many people, it's always better when everyone is together.'”

"After all, the chef stood up and prepared to leave. The others looked at each other and stood up. When there is a bad premonition, most people who don't know will follow the person who made the decision for a while."

"But after walking a few steps, the chef suddenly stopped, closed his eyes and took a deep sniff, his face changed slightly..."

The pause time was prolonged, and it was time to reach the task node.

It was Yan Cheng's performance moment, he stood up and took a few steps according to the plot, smelling the air deeply.

The slight change in his face was not easy to see under the candlelight, but he expressed his reaction to a certain shock well through his slightly lowered and tense voice.

Anyway, Zhong Jiuyin could easily hear it.

"There's a strange smell in the restaurant," he said.

Zhong Jiuyin looked around: "Who farted?"

"..." Yan Cheng's emotions stopped abruptly.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress his speechlessness and pretend he couldn't hear, so as to continue the performance.

But Zhong Jiuyin said again: "You still take a deep breath and face the difficulties."

Breathing subconsciously, he completely lost contact with the state he had just prepared for.

"Pfft." It was just a short breath, but after three seconds of silence, the laughter of Yuan Yi and the others completely ignited, together with the restrained laughter of the program staff, filled the small restaurant.

"Hahahahaha Brother Yan Cheng will really thank you!"

"Sister Yin, you can answer the phone so smoothly hahahahahaha!"

"Why did you think of this reaction in a second, Zhong Jiuyin, you are so wicked!"

Yan Cheng shut himself up amidst the laughter.

If he goes back to elementary school Chinese class again, and the teacher asks what can fill the room, he must answer the word "laughter" immediately.

Laughing too loudly, he felt that the whole world was surrounded by Zhong Jiuyin's words and their laughter.

Especially Zhong Jiuyin.

Sure enough, the strange feelings that night were actually hallucinations, and it was impossible for Zhong Jiuyin to have anything to do with the words "atmosphere", "temptation" and "heartbeat".

She is straight-hearted and straight-minded, even her seemingly provocative behavior is a genetic reflex of prehistoric humans, and the only reason for the effect can be to blame him for having cataracts in his own eyes.

Yan Cheng breathed lightly and slowly, staring at Zhong Jiuyin expressionlessly.

She sensed something was wrong, touched her nose and said, "If I didn't say anything, you continue."

Yan Cheng: "How do I continue?"

Zhong Jiuyin was still trying to think of a way for him: "Let me give you a start? You said you smelled a strange smell."

Yan Cheng: "...Thank you."

But he couldn't take it anymore.

When Ai Yuanyuan and the others were almost exhausted from laughing, the broadcast also notified in due course: "Additional plot is loading... Yan Cheng's plot completion rate is 50.00%, and 5 gold coins will be rewarded."

5 gold coins, no different from begging.

It can neither comfort Yan Cheng's wounded heart, nor can it have any impact on the current ranking order of accumulated gold coins.

He might as well not want this gold coin, and get rid of the psychological shadow left just now.

Or if there is Goldfinger who is going back in time, he must go back a few minutes to stop Zhong Jiuyin's mouth in advance.

"The plot is only 50.00% complete, we... Pfft! We have to make up for the latter, otherwise it may, hahahahahaha may affect the later plot..."

Ai Yuanyuan still keeps in mind the responsibility of being a high-level player in the game, she can't stop laughing, and at the same time she has to find ways to improve the plot.

Yan Cheng shattered, his tone was even and steady without any ups and downs, he quickly finished his conjectures, and never gave anyone the possibility to interrupt.

"It smells strange, it should be blood in the restaurant."

　Yesterday's Yan Cheng: Otherwise, I'd follow her.

　　Today's Yan Cheng: (with a wooden face) Forget it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)