I'm really a military art school grass, don't laugh!

Chapter 157 Beauty

"Is that so..." Shen Yi turned his head and glanced at the sobbing people beside him, opened his mouth and finally did not say a word.

You must know that a song and dance troupe like this, first of all, can be selected because of their strength and level, but after all, they are different from stars like Shen Yi, they have performances everywhere they show their faces every day.

I have rehearsed so hard and painstakingly for so long, and I am about to play. My family members may have told you, and the whole family may be sitting by the TV and preparing to watch you appear...

At this time, I suddenly told you that you can go home......

Although Shen Yi has never experienced such a thing, he did have a similar experience. When he was young, he also participated in the city's competition. After defeating each opponent, he entered the finals and only got No.4.

The top three went up to receive the award with applause, while No.4 could only shrug and leave along the dark corner.

Sometimes it is really like this, if you have no hope of getting a dream thing, you don’t actually feel uncomfortable, because everyone can’t get it.

The most fearful thing is that you have surpassed most ordinary people, you have become a part of the peak, and then you are only one step away from your final dream, and you are stepped on by others. This kind of distance is the most unbearable. accepted.

"Is there... is there no other way, director?" Shen Yi thought for a while, but still asked a question that may have been asked many times.

"Well, let's say there is... 1 minute, unless the other four teams are willing to give up, or other programs compress 1 minute."

Well, there is indeed, but saying it is really tantamount to not saying it......

Shen Yi shook his head and was also speechless, since everyone has good intentions.

But who is willing to give up and compress for 1 minute?Some people's programs may only be seven or eight minutes long, how to compress them?If the rhythm changes, if a word is forgotten, if a burden gets cold and dies on stage, who is to blame?

"I've already sent messages to Da Da and Appa (father, mother) just now..."

"All my relatives came to watch me on TV."

"Woooooo..."

Following the director's last answer, the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of more than a dozen Uighur girls was shattered, and the cries were heard one by one, making everyone who heard them feel very uncomfortable.

"Hey girls, I know you're uncomfortable, but that's how things are, otherwise...don't worry about leaving, I'll arrange seats for you and you can leave after watching the Spring Festival Gala."

"Maybe the camera can really catch you..."

The assistant director at the side obviously had never encountered such a situation, and he was crying so hard that he didn't know what to do.

However, these words did not have the effect of comforting at all, and the group of people shook their heads and cried even more fiercely...

"Forget it, assistant director, you're a devil, you withdraw them all and let them watch the performance of someone else who replaced them." Shen Yi patted the director's shoulder and complained.

"Sigh, Teacher Shen Yi, I don't want to be such a villain, but you also know that some... It took a lot of effort to invite them, there is no way!"

The assistant director smiled wryly, and Shen Yi at the side also nodded in agreement.

In the years when idol stars were the hottest, Tsundere Ruyang Ma’s Spring Festival Gala invited those people for several years for the young market. It’s really hard to say anything about the situation of this thing.

But looking at these moaning and whining bunch of pretty sisters, Shen Yi really couldn't bear it in his heart.

After thinking carefully for a long while, he sighed, Shen Yi's comforting words were almost on his lips, and a sudden flash of inspiration reminded him of a node in his own work...

"Camera... Hey, as long as you go on TV, can you explain to your family?"

"Huh???" Hearing Shen Yi's nonchalant question, a group of little girls opened their innocent teary eyes, looked at me, and after I looked at you, they all nodded in unison.

"Why, Mr. Shen Yi, do you have a clever way to keep them?" The assistant director at the side obviously knew better, and quickly understood Shen Yi's thoughts.

"You were all at the rehearsal before, right? We didn't have four girls dancing at the end of our skit, but the ones behind the old lady. If you want to, why don't you join in and dance together? Anyway, there are many people and it's lively, so why don't you dance?" Show your face openly." Shen Yi suggested with a smile.

"Can we... can do it? Teacher Shen Yi, the director?" The girls looked at each other and looked at you. They all looked excitedly at the assistant director.

The assistant director thought for a while and said, "I don't think it's a problem...just those few dance moves, it should be child's play for your professional actors, but if you do it like this, the clothes..."

"The clothes were ordered by your station's back office. I ordered more than 30 sets for other reasons. It's very rich, but this way you won't be able to wear ethnic clothes. Is black silk sequined clothes acceptable?" Shen Yi looked back and smiled at the girls. road.

"No problem! No problem!"

"Thank you, Teacher Shen Yi!"

"Long live Teacher Shen Yi!"

"Long live Teacher Shen Yi!"

"Oh yes, thank you, director!"

Assistant director: "??? I'll just pass it on like this...... Do me a favor......"

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After a brief discussion, we had to ask Zhao Lirong, Ma Li, and the most important general director of the Spring Festival Gala for the final decision.

Zhao Lirong and Ma Li didn't talk about it, and naturally they wouldn't refuse to agree to such a thing.

In the end, it was reported to the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala. Although the chief director accepted it in his heart, just to be sure, he asked the dancers of the Uighur Song and Dance Troupe to put on new costumes to try out the effect.

In order to take care of Zhao Lirong's body, the dance in Shen Yi's sketch is very simple, even an old lady can learn it, let alone a professional dancer.

As soon as I jumped up, the bright smiling face with tears in it, the good figure, the slender legs under the black silk, swaying up and down, I feel drunk before I drink...

How could it not work!
As soon as I saw such a picture, I instantly knew why the ancient ancestors had been trying so hard to attack Xinjiang Province!
"Beautiful!!!＾▽＾"

(End of this chapter)