Raiders Counterattack [Quick Transmigration]

    "Healthy Zhai, we have to go to the backstage to prepare in advance." Seeing Chu Qianze standing in the same place and looking outside, the people next to him couldn't help reminding.

    Chu Qianze turned around and shrugged: "It's okay, let's go."

    In the dressing room, everyone is busy preparing.

    Because Chu Qianze performed with a mask, it saved time for makeup. He was sitting on a round stool at the moment, with one hand on his chin, his two long legs bent over the place where his feet rested, and from time to time he controlled the chair to turn half a circle, quite doing nothing.

    Seeing people go out one by one, it's almost my turn.

    Chu Qianze glanced at the phone, but there was no news of mustard.

    Lock screen.

    Open again after the meeting,

    Still none.

    "Let me dove." He muttered, stuffing the phone back into his pocket, not looking at it.

    "Healthy Zhai, it's coming to you soon." The staff reminded.

    At this time, a singing program is being performed on the stage, which is a very popular tune recently. The person may have sung out of tune several times due to nervousness, but overall it has been very good.

    The audience gave warm applause at the end of the song.

    Host: "Next, the next guest we invite is very mysterious. You can guess who it is. First of all, he never shows his face during the live broadcast."

    "Healthy Zhai!" Several people shouted.

    I didn't expect to be discovered so soon, the host paused, but maintained the last stubbornness and continued: "Today is his first time to participate in offline activities."

    "Fast fast!"

    "You give me some face, let me finish!" The host stretched out three fingers: "Third, he is an anchor in the food area."

    Chu Qianze's fans screamed from below.

    "Okay, I'm done, here's a request, Yangshengzhai will bring us a performance—"

    "The Puppet!"

    The host finished shouting and walked off the stage.

    "Who is Yangshengzhai?" the boy from Guojiatou asked. He usually watched live games and house dances, and really didn't pay much attention to food.

    The Yangshengzhai fans in the front row couldn't sit still, and turned to give him a popular science, "The people of Yangshengzhai are called the bar handle in the food area, the fighter in the sand sculpture, watch his video.... .."

    Have just finished speaking, the lights all disappeared, and the venue was dark.

    There was a moment of commotion in the audience, and they looked around, wondering what was going on.

    The first light came on, and the red light slanted down, gently outlining the body of the person on the stage.

    The man was sitting on a wooden chair, dressed in full clothes, with his masked head hanging down.

     motionless, like a puppet.

    The shadow stretches, stretches, and stretches infinitely under the light, as if there is something terrible lurking in it.

    Blood and darkness interweave into a depressing and eerie picture.

    The venue fell silent.

    The noise just now disappeared, like a fantasy.

    Crumble

    The clockwork turns, dull and old-fashioned.

    The first turn, Chu Qianze raised an arm, and the wrist swayed with it, ranging from large to small until it stopped.

    Turn the second time, the other hand is raised, the fingers are moved slightly, the arm draws a half circle in the air with the joint as the axis, and the upper body is also tilted forward at an angle.

    The third time, the neck was pulled up by the invisible rope, and the masked puppet raised its head, drooping all over, with a strange cuteness.

    He stepped on the beat,

    Wave your hand, bend over, stand up, turn around, tilt your head.

    Every movement is mechanical and natural, and the ability to control the body is extremely high, the speed is just right.

    The crisp music of the music box floated melodiously in the air and fell into the ears of every audience.

    [This is a marionette.

    The invisible silk thread wraps around, pulling it, every move, every move.

    It dances to the music box with a specific rhythm.

    There is no freedom until death. ]

    The noise came from the sound, and the lights scattered on the stage, from dark to bright, spreading around.

    When the night comes, another kind of music quietly rises, with deep and uninhibited. The laughing host didn't notice it, and the doll's movements quietly got out of control. ]

    The rhythm of the music gradually became faster, and the dance of Chu Qianze became more and more arrogant.

    The wrist and arm quickly rotate and point, wrap around the shoulder, lift the other shoulder up, turn the head, the waist and abdomen muscles contract, and the movement freezes suddenly.

    Put it!

    The body dances in reverse.

    Chu Qianze's movements became smooth, flowing without losing strength.

     Reach out to support the crotch and wave on the upper body.

    The electronic sound is mixed with it, and every ups and downs makes people tremble.

    [The doll laughs, he loves the way it feels. ]

    Arrogant, wanton, wild,

    The gestures are so captivating that people can't take their eyes off them.

    The audience wanted to return to their senses, but their bodies seemed to be separated from their consciousness, and they were fixedly staring at the stage, not wanting to miss any pictures.

    The articulated hand put on the mask and lifted it to a corner, revealing a clear jawline.

    Seeing Chu Qianze's action, the audience unconsciously screamed.

    "Ah!"

    "Take it off!!"

    Seeing the chin and lips exposed, she was about to see the whole picture, and the screams were even louder.

    "Pick, pick, pick!"

    "I can't take it anymore!"

    A chuckle sounded, and it spread throughout the audience through the microphone, and Su De was terrible.

    Chu Qianze stroked the side of his face, put on the mask again, and bent his ring finger and little finger together, like a shooting gesture.

    Bang.

    [The threads are cut as much as possible,

    No one can control it,

    It's free. ]

    The lights slowly lit up, bright and brilliant.

    Chu Qianze raised his arms and stretched his body with supreme devotion.

    The picture is like slow motion.

    The music ended and the audience was silent.

    The lights turned on again, and it returned to the previous bright, the madness just now seemed to have never appeared. But everyone's thoughts were still stuck in the first few seconds, immersed in the magnificent fantasy created by the puppets.

    After a while, there is still no movement.

    Chu Qianze moved his arms and broke the silence: "Don't you applaud? It makes me very embarrassed."

    At this time, the talents in the audience reacted and applauded wildly. They didn't want to stop until their hands became red.

    "My God, this... This is really the anchor of the food area? Are you sure it's not from the dance area?! This is also great!" I applauded, my eyes turned red with excitement.

    The single ponytail girl sitting next to him was wiping her tears: "I actually cried while watching a dance, grass, my mother's tears are worthless!"

    She took a picture of the girl in front: "What was the name of the anchor just now? You are her fan, right? Amway, I want to watch all his videos!"

    The girl in front blinked her eyes, but she was still immersed in her emotions and did not recover. When she heard that someone wanted to make her own Anli Health Zhai, she subconsciously said: "Zhai Zhai is super awesome, watching his video is definitely a meal , both bowls are small!"

    Single ponytail stunned, dance video for dinner? Only then did she remember that this person is a food anchor, but it doesn't matter.

    "Okay, I'll go back and watch his video."

    The host applauded and walked onto the stage: "Do you think the program of Yangshengzhai is good?"

    "Nice!"

    "Do you want to watch it again?!" the host asked.

    "Think!" This sound was particularly neat and resounded throughout the venue.

    "Come on, say hello to everyone." The host came to Chu Qianze.

    Chu Qianze: "Hello everyone, I am Yangshengzhai, and I am honored to participate in this offline event."

    "I just saw that everyone didn't applaud, and I thought something was wrong with me, but now I'm feeling palpitations. Everyone who knows me understands that the anchor likes to hear people compliment me, or everyone should give me some more applause How's it going?" He said, applauding himself.

    "That's too funny."

    Everyone in the venue couldn't help laughing, raising their hands and applauding.

    [Performed on stage and received applause from the audience]

    [Completed]

    Seeing the displayed logo, Chu Qianze saluted a gentleman.

    "Thank you all."

    The task was completed, he no longer wanted to stay, so he was ready to step down.

    It stands to reason that it is time for Chu Qianze to go down and a new anchor to come on stage. But the host just looked back, the host didn't seem to have arrived yet. I had no choice but to drag Chu Qianze to chat here for a while.

    "No motive," Chu Qianze glanced at the backstage, and said in coordination, "The customer service told me to prepare a show by myself, and said that even if I played a wooden man, everyone would applaud and shout for me. , then I thought, just play a puppet."

    "Haha, I didn't expect this to be the reason." The host continued: "Your dance just now was really good, and the scene where the puppets embraced the light at the end was very touching."

    "Actually this dance has a follow-up, do you want to listen?"

    "What is it?" asked the host.

    "The puppet finds itself unable to adapt to the sun, and chooses to return to the darkness and sleep with the soil."

    "It was a tragedy?"

    When the audience heard this, they couldn't help but talk about it, and felt that the ending should not be so sad.

    "To make fun of you," Chu Qianze smiled and said, "Later he met kind people, and with their help, he lived happily ever after. happy ending~"

    At this time, he noticed the arrival of the next anchor, and after a few words with the fans, he took the initiative to leave.

    Walking in the aisle, Chu Qianze was stopped by a man, who he knew, Zhong Mu.

    "Wait a minute!" Zhong Mu's neutral voice came.

    "What."

    Chu Qianze raised his hand to keep a distance.

    "So you are Yangsheng Zhai! Do I still remember me? I'm Zhong Mu, I've met both the dessert shop and the bar! I love you, please associate with me!" Zhong Mu's eyes Shine bright with anticipation.

    Of course, the exclusive desire of the eyes is also obvious.

    Zhong Mu was immersed in his own thoughts, twisting his hands, and his cheeks were slightly drunk. "Are you shy, it's okay, we can take it slow. I like you so much, more than anyone else."

    Zhong Mu was here, but he didn't see Yun Zhoujing.

    Now the plot is broken, how do I complete the mission.

    Chu Qianze didn't have time to talk nonsense with others, his eyes fell on the void panel, and he calmly thought about the next action.

    Zhong Mu saw that the other party stayed where he was, and felt that it was acquiescence. "You were so charming on the stage just now, everyone was obsessed with you. It was also in the bar before, and those people still wanted to **** you from me, why..." Speaking of this, his tone was a little aggrieved.

    There used to be a super cute puppy in front of the house, Zhong Mu liked it very much, and was even willing to give his life to it. But it's so cute and everyone loves it. Zhong Mu didn't like it, so he buried the puppy, and soon his friends forgot about it.

    The impact of Chu Qianze on Zhong Mu was much stronger than that of the dog, even stronger than ever before.

    It's an uncomfortable look.

    Chu Qianze ran out of patience and didn't want to take care of the task. "You take one more step, believe it or not..."

    As soon as he spoke, his wrist was grasped.

     Yun Tianjie ran over at some point, he pulled Chu Qianze behind him, and looked at Zhong Mu with an unusually cold gaze.

    "Don't touch him."