"Old Fang. ”

"Teacher Fang!"

"Quick, call the doctor!"

There was an exclamation at the show.

Zhao Zeyuan had already sensed that something was wrong, and rushed to the stage in one step, supporting Fang Youwen, and at the same time pinch the other party's eyebrows a few times with one free hand.

After a while, Fang Youwen woke up leisurely.

Zhao Zeyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately became furious, turned his head and glared at Wang Huan, the initiator, as if he were cross-eyed.

When Fang Youwen fainted in anger just now, Wang Huan chuckled in his heart, he didn't expect this little old man's psychological tolerance to be so poor. Isn't it just a poem? I can faint with anger.

Served!

"It has nothing to do with me, I just saw an embroidery needle and wrote a poem with feelings. He had to think of himself, and I couldn't help it. So it's his business that he fainted, but don't get it to me. ”

Wang Huan muttered.

It's just that the voice is very small, and no one else hears it except for Zhao Zeyuan next to him.

When Zhao Zeyuan heard this, his anger and blood surged up instantly, and he almost turned his back on it.

"You!"

But after thinking about it, Zhao Zeyuan felt that he was not the opponent of the guy in front of him, whether it was in terms of lip, poetry, or physical strength, and his proud identity was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the other party.

It's an all-round grinding.

Never mind!

The old man is not as knowledgeable as him.

Zhao Zeyuan helped Fang Youwen, his face was gloomy, and he left the studio hall without looking back.

As for recording the show?

Expert Group Exchange Competition?

Things have come to this point, people are fainting in anger, and they are still recording a fart show?

If you record it again, maybe all four of them will be by the shaft.

Immediately after, Tian He and Yang Yuansheng also snorted coldly and left.

"This ......"

The host Sisi watched the four of them leave, but he didn't dare to open his mouth to stay. She was very glad in her heart, fortunately, the director interrupted the live broadcast just now and switched it to an advertisement.

Otherwise, at this moment, it will be a live broadcast accident.

Director Qian, who was backstage, was also shocked into a cold sweat when he saw this scene.

It's too dangerous!

He made up his mind before he instructed Mai: "Sisi, the advertisement will end in three minutes, you should prepare how to round the scene first." In the next live broadcast, since the four expert judges are gone, then hand over the stage to Wang Huan, Wang Huan is born a king on the stage, and I believe that he will bring a performance to the audience perfectly. ”

At this time, because there was no live broadcast, Sisi asked: "Director, aren't you worried that Mr. Wang will continue to cause trouble?"

Qian Dao said: "Who can he find to cause trouble now? He is left alone, so he won't fight with himself, right? Since he is the one who muddies the exchange competition, I can't easily let him off the stage." Anyway, he is versatile, whether it is piano, guqin, calligraphy, poetry, singing...... and so on, all of which are at the top level of the industry. You just let him do whatever he wants. ”

"Okay. ”

Sisi nodded in agreement.

……

At the same time.

On the Internet, because of Wang Huan's two poems just now, it completely exploded.

Whale live room.

There are so many barrages that it's almost impossible to see.

"Brother Huan's poem just now is too poisonous, isn't it? ”

"The eyes are on the buttocks, and they only recognize clothes and not people! This is ten times more powerful than the scolding of the 'useless scholar' just now!"

"No wonder Fang Youwen was stunned. ”

"It's an eye-opener! I've only heard poets vomit blood from others before, but I still don't believe it, I think it's too exaggerated. But today, I saw the poison king dizzy, and I was really completely convinced. ”

"The poison of the poison king has begun to be deadly, everyone remember to protect themselves in the future. ”

“……”

Even though it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, all major social platforms and netizens were inspired by Wang Huan's two poems.

One by one, they were all happy.

Many people began to scold Wang Huan, because Wang Huan's "useless is a scholar" is to scold all readers.

Young and vigorous students, literati, and scholars who heard this poem were nothing, and felt that the scolding was good, the scolding was good, and the scolding was croaking, because only in this way could they wake up those old stubbornness.

But some older seniors in the literary world, when they saw this poem, were so angry that they blew their beards and glared. Especially when they saw Wang Huan's second poem fainting vividly, these old men felt even more unacceptable. Because this scene has exceeded their psychological bottom line, Wang Huan's image in their minds has suddenly become extremely bad. After all, no matter what, Wang Huan, a young man, can't treat a respected senior like this, this is simply unreasonable!

……

The other side.

While the TV commercials are not yet over.

Qu Mingfeng dialed Wang Huan's phone.

Wang Huan sensed the vibration of the mobile phone, took it out and took a look, and found that it was a call from Qu Lao, so he walked to the side of the stage and connected: "Hey, Qu Lao, why are you calling me now?"

Qu Ming's atmosphere was not tight: "Why did I call you, don't you have any points in your heart?"

Wang Huan was stunned: "Huh?"

Qu Mingfeng snorted: "You still pretend to be confused for me, look at you, what kind of good show has been stirred up by you!"

Wang Huan shouted wronged: "Old Qu, isn't this what you told me to do?"

Qu Mingfeng exhaled angrily: "I asked you to be a-stirring stick in the past, and I didn't let you go over to feed them." You have to grab them by the throat and pour into their mouths, who can afford this insult? You, you ......."

"Uh......"

Wang Huan said: "Then what now? I have already done everything, and I can't get it back if I want to." ”

Qu Lao snorted: "Stinky boy, what else can I do? I'll wipe your ass." In the next live broadcast, you give me honesty, don't stab the sky again. ”

Wang Huan said hehehehe: "Qu Lao, don't worry, now that Zhao Zeyuan and the four of them have left the show, what else can I make trouble? ”

"That's fine. ”

Qu Mingfeng just hung up the phone.

Wan Xiwen laughed: "Old man Qu, are you stupid now? You still don't know what kind of troublemaker Wang Huan's stinky boy is? You actually dare to let him be a-stirring stick, now I see how you end." ”

Qu Mingfeng snorted: "Didn't you still clap your hands and applaud just now? But I think Wang Huan did a very good job tonight, although it was a little too much, but it just made those people in the poetry world sober up and don't keep being confused." ”

The two exchanged a few words.

Wan Xiwen's face became serious: "Old man Qu, let's get down to business, what are you going to do next?"

Qu Mingfeng said: "Wang Huan slapped Zhao Zeyuan and the four of them in the face on the show too hard, we have to find a way to maneuver, otherwise Zhao Zeyuan, especially Fang Youwen, they will definitely be ashamed, and they may add to Wang Huan's blockage in the future." ”

Wan Xiwen shook his head: "Fang Youwen was stunned by Wang Huan, and it was not easy to let him let go of the mustard in his heart." ”

Qu Mingfeng sneered: "This matter can't be blamed on him." ”