This Star Doesn't Work Overtime Chapter 408

Chapter 408 406. Ding Feng Bo, Ding Feng Bo, or Ding Feng Bo?

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There was a sporadic sound of rain, accompanied by the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves.

 Small trees, bamboo forests, mountain roads, light rain!

 Two figures one behind the other.

This artistic conception instantly made everyone's eyes brighten up and they enjoyed it quite a bit.

 Zhang Guobin whispered: "I don't know who designed Wang Cheng's performance. The artistic conception is so beautiful."

He Fujiang: "Didn't you say that Wang Cheng designed all his own programs?"

 Zhang Guobin thought for a while and said, "I don't know!"

He just went backstage to see Wang Cheng. He wanted to chat with Wang Cheng for a few words, but found that Wang Cheng was still sitting there reading a book, looking out of place with the rest of the program team, as if he was living in another world, so he just He left silently.

 He doesn't think Wang Cheng has time to design stage performances.

However, he must admit that the background effect of Wang Cheng's appearance at this time is at least one level higher than the performances of Xiao Daolin and Luo Xueyi just now.

Because it was a rainy day, the stage lights were dim, so it was not clear who the two figures were for a while. I could only see two figures slowly walking over, and after walking for a few steps, I gradually saw them clearly.

After seeing it clearly, everyone's eyes lit up again.

because…

Wang Cheng, dressed in ancient costume, has an amazing appearance and temperament.

Furthermore, Wang Cheng was still wearing an ancient coir raincoat, a straw hat on his head, straw sandals on his feet, and a crutch made of brand new bamboo in his hand, which proved that it was temporarily made from bamboo in the mountains just now.

 The whole person looks like a free and easy charlatan, without much worldliness.

At the same time, standing next to Wang Cheng was a little girl wearing a long cyan dress, two buns on her head, no makeup, and holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand. She was the maid of Wang Cheng played by Wen Yixiao. .

 “Sir, let me hold an umbrella for you, don't walk so fast!”

Wen Yixiao was just behind Wang Cheng and said softly, holding an umbrella in her hand, her eyes always falling on Wang Cheng, and her heart was full of happiness.

 Seeing the two people appear, all the audience took a deep breath before calming down their emotions.

 This picture really shocked them.

Backstage, Wang Hongyi said bluntly: "They have already won this appearance. Their appearance and temperament are just too different..."

 Xiao Daolin and Luo Xueyi, who had just finished their performance, also blushed and smiled bitterly. In terms of appearance and temperament, they really couldn't refute it. They were really very different from Wang Chengwen and Yixiao.

However, Luo Xueyi also said: "We are comparing works, not good looks. If we are comparing appearance, let Wang Cheng win directly. Who in the country dares to compare appearance and temperament with him?"

Even Luo Xueyi has always been dissatisfied with Wang Cheng, but he must admit that he has never seen anyone who can compare with Wang Cheng in terms of appearance and temperament.

Xiao Daolin asked curiously: "Who did Wang Cheng's performance design? Did the program team do it in advance?"

Several people looked at each other, all wanting to know the answer.

Because the stage design is indeed a step above them, they still carefully designed it and rehearsed it for an entire afternoon. For this purpose, they also invited acquaintances from China Theater, Beijing Film Studio, and Nortel to join in and help.

Wang Cheng didn't even show up at noon, didn't even rehearse, and the result was better than theirs...

This made them all a little depressed and curious, wanting to know, who did they lose to?

Han Lei, the only one who knew the answer, said with a wry smile: "Wang Cheng designed it himself, and it was a temporary design for the program team to execute when he first arrived."

After hearing this answer, several people were silent again.

Xiao Daolin, Luo Xueyi, Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi, Wang Hongyi and other talented students from the two famous schools all feel helpless.

 They have worked so hard...

 However, in terms of stage effect, he still lost to Wang Cheng.

Luo Xue also said: "This is what Wang Cheng is best at, so it's not surprising that the design is so good."

A few people think about it, and it seems to be the same.

Wang Cheng's stage performances have always been unique in the domestic entertainment industry, and he is also extremely dedicated on stage. This is also the consensus in the industry.

 It was only after they saw it with their own eyes that they realized that the rumors about Wang Cheng in the entertainment industry were still too low-key.

 For a time, they became more excited and curious about the work Wang Cheng was about to write.

 Luo Xueyi and Xiao Daolin, who have already written two works, are under greater pressure.

 They can only pray in their hearts, Wang Cheng is really not good at Song lyrics!

Not far away, Qin Shangran, Yang Yi, and Li Cheng all breathed a sigh of relief.

They have been worried about Wang Cheng's performance. After all, Wang Cheng has not rehearsed even once. They are all afraid that if Wang Cheng's performance is messed up, they will take the blame.

 Fortunately, Wang Cheng's appearance was better than they expected.

Yang Yi, as a veteran producer, said with admiration: "Wang Cheng's strength and talent in acting are even more exaggerated than rumored!"

Qin Shangran and Li Cheng both nodded in agreement.

People are so good just by doing it casually, but if they concentrate on it, wouldn't it mean that they will reach heaven?

Qin Shangran asked in a low voice: "Have the ratings come out?"

 Li Cheng shook his head slightly: "It's not out yet, it should be soon. I've said hello, and the data will be sent over as soon as possible."

 Qin Shangran and Yang Yi both looked forward to it, but there was uneasiness in their eyes.

I don't know how the ratings will perform.

on the stage.

 The performances of Wang Cheng and Wen Yixiao continue.

Wang Cheng refused Wen Yixiao's offer to hold an umbrella, walked to the house not far away with a bamboo stick, and said softly: "I don't need it, just protect yourself! They should all be home already, right?"

Wen Yixiao insisted on holding an umbrella for Wang Cheng and said: "They ran away when it started to rain and should have arrived home. Master, let's hurry up and don't wait for the rain to get worse..."

Wang Cheng shook his head: "No, the rain will stop soon!"

Wen Yixiao smiled in disbelief and said, "Master, don't lie to me!"

 Wang Cheng: “You'll see it later.”

The two of them were chatting casually. After taking a few steps under the watchful eyes of everyone, the sound of rain gradually subsided and the two of them also walked to the house.

Wen Yixiao put away her umbrella and looked up at the sky, and said slightly innocently: "Sir, the rain has really stopped, you are so awesome."

With a smile on his face, Wang Cheng also looked at the sky, took off his coir raincoat, bamboo hat, and straw sandals, put them at the door together with the bamboo stick in his hand, and then sat down.

Wen Yixiao heated up hot water and made a pot of tea for Wang Cheng on the spot. The action of making tea was extremely professional and aesthetic, as if he had been making tea for Wang Cheng for many years.

Wang Cheng picked up the hot tea and took a sip. A look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and then he said: "Yi Xiao, bring out the Four Treasures of the Study!"

Wen Yixiao said with a pretty face and surprise: "Master, do you want to write poetry?"

Wang Cheng said noncommittally: "I don't know!"

Wen Yixiao took out the best pens, inks, paper and inkstones that could be found in China that the program team had prepared in advance from the table, placed them one by one on the table, and then personally polished the ink for Wang Cheng. Everyone at the scene was fascinated just now, as if they were watching a stage play. Wang Cheng's performance on the stage made them not feel like they were in a drama.

At this time, seeing Wen Yixiao take out the Four Treasures of the Study, many viewers had a look of surprise, knowing that this was the real show, and then they realized that what they were fascinated by just now was all foreplay.

The four judges Jiang Sihua, Wang Jianbin, Zheng Ning, and Hu Jun all looked at each other at this time, and they were all a little dazed. It was only then that they remembered what this show was about...

Zhang Guobin in the audience sighed with emotion: "Wang Cheng's acting skills and aura are so terrible. I almost forgot that he was performing on stage, I thought I was watching a movie! The Wen family girl was not very good at acting, but under his Under the influence, everyone performed very devotedly.”

He Fujiang: "So, schools like Beijing Film and Television, Beijing Film and Television, and China Drama were all trying to grab him like crazy some time ago. Now, let's see what works he writes? It seems like he is still thinking about it."

 Li Qing: "Maybe it's part of the performance..."

Wang Cheng on the stage was indeed looking at the sky and thinking.

Wen Yixiao next to him continued to rub ink...

After more than ten seconds, Wang Cheng turned around and picked up the brush, held it in his hand for a while, felt it, and then slowly started writing.

At this moment, thousands of people in the audience held their breath, and everyone stared at the close-up on the big screen behind them with wide eyes!

Even many people clenched their fists nervously, looking forward to Wang Cheng's writing.

 Luo Xueyi and Xiao Daolin, as Wang Cheng's opponents in this game, clenched their fists nervously, their faces sometimes turned red and sometimes white, and they looked at Wang Cheng unblinkingly.

 Then, he watched Wang Cheng's brush fall quickly.

It is still that elegant and unrestrained master-level running calligraphy font that makes people feel the beauty of calligraphy when they look at it!

　　Three words fell quickly.

 Define the storm!

 See these three familiar words.

All the audience took a deep breath, and many people suppressed the urge to shout, but they also suppressed their faces and turned red.

For example, Zheng Wenzhong blushed and couldn't help shouting, but he couldn't help but said to his father Zheng Qian beside him: "Wang Cheng is just Gang. They wrote the drama and got high marks, but Wang Cheng still has to write the drama. ! Awesome…”

Zheng Wenzhong's words made everyone around him couldn't help but look over.

Zheng Qian hurriedly whispered: "Shut up and just watch quietly."

 However, Zheng Wenzhong's words were nodded in agreement by almost everyone around him.

Pairs of eyes looked at Wang Cheng with a hint of admiration!

I admire Wang Cheng's positive attitude.

Zhang Guobin couldn't help but whispered: "I thought he would write other Ci Pai, but I didn't expect that he would also write Ding Fengbo. Luo Xueyi and Xiao Daolin have already written Ding Fengbo very well. Mr. Jiang and the others also gave ninety With high scores of five and ninety-six, it's difficult to surpass them!”

Li Qing also said: "I didn't expect that Wang Cheng would be so stubborn and would write a showdown with Luo Xueyi and Xiao Daolin! I admire this courage."

However, when the two of them thought that Wang Cheng was more arrogant than this when he faced the island team in the Magic City a few days ago, they didn't think anything of it.

He Fujiang didn't want to speak for a while, but just stared at the close-up on the big screen without blinking.

 Luo Xueyi and Xiao Daolin, who were backstage, stiffened when they saw the words "dingfengbo" written by Wang Cheng, and then their breathing became rapid!

 Ding Feng Bo, Ding Feng Bo, Ding Feng Bo...

 Three people wrote the same word sign!

With this comparison, it is clear whether it is good or bad, and there is no way to quibble.

Han Lei, Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi, Wen Honglun, Wang Hongyi and other teams of teachers and students also became more nervous!

Of course, Wang Cheng didn't give in. After writing down the three words "Ding Feng Bo Ci", he continued writing.

The whole person stood there, as tall as a pine. Wen Yixiao next to her was also breathing rapidly, but she still maintained the speed of polishing ink, looking at Wang Cheng's hands and profile. As for what Wang Cheng wrote on the paper, she At this time, he didn't care anymore.

but…

 What everyone else in the audience paid most attention to was Wang Cheng's handwriting.

 Elegant and elegant master-level calligraphy fonts fell down quickly.

"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? A raincoat and a mist are enough for the rest of your life."

Wang Cheng quickly wrote this poem, Shangque, which set the tone for the situation!

Everyone's expressions were slightly moved when they saw the Shangque written by Wang Cheng.

because…

 Most of the people present were from cultural circles, and they could basically quickly read and understand what Wang Cheng wrote.

 So everyone can see Wang Cheng's level at Shangque.

Xiao Daolin and Luo Xueyi in the background were already slightly pale. As the proud sons of heaven, they could naturally see at a glance that Wang Cheng's Shangque was enough to take their Ding Feng Bo to a higher level.

Wang Hongyi also murmured in a low voice: "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not whistling and walking slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? A raincoat and a misty rain can lead a lifetime! This writing is too smooth, too Are you ready?"

Wang Hongyi's words directly reached the ears of Xiao Daolin and Luo Xueyi. The corners of their mouths twitched, but they did not speak because they really could not refute Wang Hongyi's subconscious words.

 Because, this is what they themselves recognize!

The Shangque written by Wang Cheng is very smooth to read, and the artistic conception is at least one level higher than their works.

Han Lei and Wen Honglun, the two captains, looked at each other and saw the surprise and sadness in each other's eyes.

With just one step, Wang Cheng proved to all of them that he could write lyrics!

Moreover, the level of writing lyrics is no less than that of writing poetry.

 Zhang Guobin, Li Qing, He Fujiang and others in the audience also didn't look very good. They tried their best to set up such a game, but in the end they seemed to be unable to catch Wang Cheng's weakness.

This Shangque, in their opinion, was also good. They were so amazed that they were speechless for a while.

If coupled with the blessing of Wang Cheng's master's running calligraphy, it can be said to be a crushing success.

The four judges Jiang Sihua, Wang Jianbin, Zheng Ning, and Hu Jun also quickly sat up straight, stretched their necks and looked at Wang Cheng in the center of the stage. They wished they could leave their seats and go to Wang Cheng's side to see Wang Cheng up close and personal. Writing, I can't wait to see how Wang Cheng's Xia Que is written.

Wang Cheng did not keep them waiting long. After finishing writing Shangque, he picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip of tea, then picked up the pen and continued writing.

 Moreover, it was still written extremely smoothly and quickly.

“The cool spring breeze blows me away from my drunkenness, and it's slightly cold, but I welcome the slanting light from the mountain top. Looking back to the desolate place I came from, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine.”

  Finished writing.

Wang Cheng slowly put down his brush.

 And the whole audience.

 But there was silence.

Even many people in the audience stood up and craned their necks to read the words on the big screen.

"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? A raincoat and a mist are enough for the rest of your life."

“The cool spring breeze blows me away from my drunkenness, and it's slightly cold, but I welcome the slanting light from the mountain top. Looking back to the bleak place I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine!”

 After everyone recited the above words silently in their hearts!

The sound of sudden intake of cold air came and went, and the eyes widened even more.

 The temperature of the scene has been slightly raised.

 (End of this chapter)

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