This star doesn’t work overtime

Chapter 408 406. To fix the storm, to fix the storm, or to fix the storm?

Wow…

Crack, crackle...

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 and they enjoyed it quite a lot.

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 didn't think Wang Cheng had 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 slightly dim. For a moment, it was not clear who the two figures walking over were. I could only see the two figures slowly walking over. After walking a few steps, they gradually became clear.

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

because……

Wang Cheng, who is wearing ancient costume, has an amazing appearance and temperament.

Moreover, 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 of bamboo in the mountains just now.

The whole person looks like a free and easy traveler, without too much worldly atmosphere.

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. .

"Master, 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 that 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 though Luo Xueyi has always been dissatisfied with Wang Cheng, 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, wanting to know the answer.

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

But 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, wondering, 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 fell silent again.

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

They have worked so hard...

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

Luo Xueyi said: "This is what Wang Cheng is best at. It's not surprising that the design is so good."

When a few people thought about it, it seemed that this was also the case.

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.

However, when they saw it with their own eyes, they realized that the rumors about Wang Cheng in the entertainment industry were still too low-key.

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

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

They could only pray in their hearts that Wang Cheng was really not good at Song poetry!

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.

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

Qin Shangran and Li Cheng both nodded in agreement.

People are so good if they just do it casually, but if they concentrate on it, wouldn't it mean that they will go to heaven?

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

Li Cheng shook his head gently: "It's not out yet, it should be soon. I 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 anxiety 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. Young 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, and under everyone's gaze, they walked a few steps. As expected, the sound of rain gradually subsided, and the two of them 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, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and then said: "Yi Xiao, bring out the Four Treasures of the Study!"

Wen Yixiao's pretty face said with surprise: "Young master, you want to write poetry?"

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

Wen Yixiao took out the best pen, ink, paper and inkstones that the program team had prepared in advance from the table, placed them one by one on the table, and then polished Wang Cheng's ink himself.

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 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 such as Beijing Film and Television, Beijing Film and Television, and China Theater 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.

Next to her, Wen Yixiao 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 shots on the big screen behind them with wide eyes!

Many people even clenched their fists nervously, looking forward to Wang Cheng's writing.

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

Then, Wang Cheng's brush fell quickly.

It is still the master-level running calligraphy font that is elegant and unrestrained, and makes people feel the beauty of calligraphy just by looking at it!

Three words fell quickly.

Set the storm!

I saw these three familiar words.

All the audience members took a deep breath, and many people suppressed the urge to scream, 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 toughness.

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 have to settle the matter to have a showdown with Luo Xueyi and Xiao Daolin! I admire this courage."

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

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

When Luo Xueyi and Xiao Daolin in the background saw the words "Ding Fengbo" written by Wang Cheng, their whole bodies stiffened and their breathing became rapid!

Ding the storm, Ding the storm, Ding the storm...

Three people wrote the same word card!

In this comparison, it is clear at a glance whether it is good or bad, and there is no way to quibble.

Teachers and students from both teams including Han Lei, Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi, Wen Honglun and Wang Hongyi also became even 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.

Each elegant and elegant master-level cursive calligraphy font quickly fell down.

"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 lighter than the horse, who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain."

Wang Cheng quickly wrote this song, Shangque, which set the storm!

Everyone looked slightly moved when they saw what Wang Cheng had written about Shangque.

because……

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

Therefore, everyone can see Wang Cheng's level.

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 throw off their Ding Fengbo by a notch.

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.

The two captains, Han Lei and Wen Honglun, 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 so good that they were amazed and speechless for a while.

If coupled with the blessing of Wang Cheng's master's running calligraphy, it can be said that he crushed the whole audience.

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 didn't 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. It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return."

Finished writing.

Wang Cheng slowly put down his brush.

And the whole audience.

But there was silence.

Many people in the audience even stood up and stretched their necks to read the words on the big screen.

"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 lighter than the horse, who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain."

"The cool spring breeze blows me away from my drunkenness, and it's slightly cold. The mountains are shining slantingly, but they welcome me. Looking back to the bleak place where I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine!"

After everyone silently recited the words above in their hearts!

hiss……

The sounds of sudden intake of air-conditioning came one after another, and pairs of eyes widened even more.

The temperature of the scene increased slightly.