Chapter 329: Some people seem to be alive, but they are gone
Chapter 329: Some people seem to be alive, but they are gone
"Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Nachuan. I made an impromptu decision to come to this show today. I want to meet the rising stars in our calligraphy and painting circles. However, people who know me should also know what kind of temper I am. There is one thing to say and one thing to another. Secondly, if you don’t perform well, I won’t criticize you even in front of so many people.”
Jing Huai, who was sitting in the guest lounge area, couldn't help but touch the half of the mask on his face.
Although I applied ice in time, the time of ice application was still too short because I was in a hurry. Now the numbness after the ice application has faded, and the burning tingling sensation on my face has begun to become clearer again.
At this moment, I listened to what Mr. Zhang said on the stage again, and I felt that the last sentence of the other person was alluding to me.
At this time, even the half of the face that had not been slapped felt pain.
But while his face hurt, he felt more panic in his heart.
Even Xu Qingmei, who is the commentator, was not notified in advance that Zhang Nachuan was coming to record the last scene of "Heritage: Calligraphy and Painting", let alone him.
Yesterday, I had already experienced the old man’s vicious tongue. At that time, he was even thinking of stopping the recording. I still did a lot of mental preparation, but I really couldn't bear to record for two days, so I secretly encouraged myself to persevere.
The result was another bolt from the blue!
Does heaven want to destroy him?
Because of Zhang Nachuan's announcement in advance, not to mention Jing Huai who was so frightened that he sat stiffly on the sofa, the others couldn't help but become nervous.
Yesterday it was just copying, but today it’s no surprise that it’s on-site creation.
If someone does not perform well... he may be scolded and cried by the old man on the spot.
Lu Sen rubbed his thighs with sweaty palms, took a few deep breaths, looked up and saw Jing Huai wearing a mask opposite him, and breathed a sigh of relief.
It is very likely that he will be punished. The old man will not save face for him in front of so many people because he is a junior from an old friend's family. On the contrary, the more familiar he is, the more severe the criticism may be. Fortunately, there is someone at the bottom opposite him.
Just like in a competition, everyone will only remember the first place, so everyone will only remember the one who received the most criticism. It is estimated that not many people noticed that he was not criticized so harshly.
Although this idea is a bit unkind, it is no longer important now.
A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist!
Qian Yaya glanced at her aunt sitting in the audience, silently praying in her heart that she could perform exceptionally well.
After yesterday's comments that were neither polite nor tactful, she no longer expected Mr. Zhang to be merciful because she was a little girl, so she could only use 200% of her energy. Behave yourself.
Shen Hechen looked at his cousin who was sitting on the commentator's seat, and silently cheered him up in his heart. As his cousin's only (not) apprentice, he must not embarrass his cousin.
Shen Yunqing: It doesn’t actually matter!
Lin Nuo was sitting on the edge of the rest area, not far from him was the audience seat.
Scattered conversations rang in his ears.
“Why does the man in the white shirt look familiar to me?”
He lowered his head and glanced at the white shirt he was wearing, which Arlene carefully matched for him before coming here.
“That person seems to be Lin Nuo.”
"Lin Nuo? Which Lin Nuo? He couldn't be the one who became famous through plagiarism and was scolded out of the calligraphy and painting world, right? He actually has the nerve to come back, which is also brave enough. But didn't the program team do any back-up when selecting guests? , why did you invite him here?"
“Perhaps you want more topics?”
“Perhaps he’s planning to come here to clear his name.”
“What are you trying to clean up? The plagiarism has been hammered to death, so what else is there to clean up?”
Lin Nuo wanted to just pretend that he couldn't hear these voices, but after hearing a somewhat familiar voice among those voices, he finally couldn't help but turned his head and looked over, and saw a familiar face with a... With a mocking look on his face, the hand on his thigh suddenly clenched into a fist, and his nails dug into his palm.
The person who spoke did not expect that Lin Nuo would hear it. Seeing this, instead of looking away, he raised the corner of his mouth and silently provoked with disdain: I want to see how you can wash!
The first person to notice something was wrong with Lin Nuo's face was Arlene. She followed her boyfriend's line of sight and looked toward the audience. When she saw the mocking face, her expression suddenly changed, and she felt worried.
But now that the recording has started, there is a fixed camera seat in the guest lounge area, and she, as an assistant, cannot come forward.
"damn it!"
Compared with the five of them, Jiang Lingxi and Su Yi seemed much calmer.
Yesterday’s work review session, apart from Jiang Lingxi’s work which was directly highly praised, Su Yi’s evaluation was quite mild. She was not that afraid of Mr. Zhang on the stage.
When the camera came over, I was still in the mood to wave shyly towards the camera.
Among the guests sitting in a circle, Jiang Lingxi was the first to notice that something was not right about Lin Nuo's state.
She glanced in the direction of the auditorium, stretched out her hand, "Dang!"
Humbling his knuckles lightly on the glass table, a crisp sound suddenly penetrated everyone's ears.
The emotions in everyone's hearts, either resentful or tense, also paused.
“Concentrate your mind and your spirit.”
Qian Yaya wanted to hug Jiang Lingxi's arm, but she held it back in full view of the public. She only dared to lower her voice, "I was very happy that Auntie could come, but now Mr. Zhang is here too, and I..."
The latter part of "I'm not so happy" was not said out loud.
But just by looking at her expression, everyone can guess what she wants to say.
Shen Hechen nodded in sympathy, he was in the same mood now.
Aunt Qian Yaya is just a spectator after all, while his cousin is also the reviewer!
Lin Nuo was a little surprised, but also a little grateful.
He had an intuition that the four words Jiang Lingxi just said were meant for him.
Indeed, he couldn't be affected by that man's ridicule, especially at this critical moment.
It’s just that he didn’t expect that the first person to notice his state and wake him up was Jiang Lingxi, who had not interacted with him much.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Others looked puzzled.
Jing Huai looked at Jiang Lingxi, who looked tender to outsiders, but Jiang Lingxi, who noticed the disgusting look in his eyes and glanced over, noticed the resentment hidden in his eyes.
It seemed that she had already guessed that she was at the door of the dressing room on purpose.
Not too stupid.
But it’s good to know. If you forcefully approach without permission, it will only become unfortunate.
The camera panned over and caught the scene of Jing Huai looking at Jiang Lingxi affectionately.
There were also many people in the audience who had eaten the trending topics this morning, and couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw this.
“They’re all so blatantly flirting with each other, it seems like it’s true.”
“But why hasn’t Jiang Lingxi deleted the post? I decided to only believe half of it!”
“Am I the only one curious about why Jing Huai is wearing half a mask today? Could it be that he was slapped by Jiang Lingxi who is unwilling to disclose it?”
“Well, this involves a question of who is strong and who is weak. Could it be that Jing Huai still has tracheitis in private?”
…
While the audience was still talking freely to the companions around them because of those two seconds of affectionate gaze, Xu Qingmei turned around and saw Shen Yunqing without any obstruction at the commentator's seat while Zhang Nachuan was still on the stage and had not sat down. The look at this moment.
Originally I just planned to watch a good show, but after watching it, the mood of watching a good show disappeared instantly.
Her intuition told her: Although Jing Huai is still sitting there, he is gone.
(End of this chapter)