After the performance, Fu Sheng didn't go anywhere, he went out directly from the back door, went around to the front door and then entered the audience, and found a random place to sit down in the back position. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He came here to listen to He Xiangdong's commentary, the last battle in Xi'an, He Xiangdong lost to him slightly, and now more than half a year has passed, he really wants to see how He Xiangdong will grow after being carefully taught by Wang Miwei.

"Come on, let me see what level you are now?" Fu Sheng looked at He Xiangdong on the stage with deep eyes in the back seat.

He Xiangdong walked to the middle of the stage, glanced around the scene, and saw that the scene was messy, and his heart sank slightly, now this situation is the most difficult to tell a story.

Today is the competition, and it is the people who sit on the jury who decide the fate of these actors, if it is an ordinary storyteller, they will definitely not care about the audience, as long as they can impress the judges.

But He Xiangdong is different, as long as he stands on the stage, then he is an artist who performs for the audience. Including today's storytelling competition, He Xiangdong first thinks that this is a performance, and then thinks that this is a competition.

So it's impossible for him to ignore the audience.

After He Xiangdong saluted the audience in the center of the stage, Shi Shiran walked behind the table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He Xiangdong didn't wake up the wood or open the book, but he actually started to sort out the three things on the table first, and even the white handkerchief was sorted out by him, and the three things were placed neatly.

After tidying up the things on the table, He Xiangdong began to make the flannel cloth on the table again, but he was calm and not panicked at all.

He didn't panic, but the people sitting below thought it was strange.

The audience and the judges all knew that there were new actors on the stage, but no one cared, they were still talking about Fu Sheng's performance.

But it's been a long time since the new actor came on the stage, why hasn't he spoken yet, and the audience is also curious, and they all look at the stage, and they can't figure it out at a glance, because the person on the stage is arranging the tablecloth with relish.

What the hell?

They've seen actors on stage tidying up folding fans and waking wood, but they've never seen anyone tidying up the tablecloth, and they're so involved in tidying up, what kind of way is this? It can't be a cleaning staff, right?

The audience was curious and quiet.

The judges of the jury also frowned and looked at the person on the stage, they couldn't figure it out, what is this thing for, just tidy it up, why is this person still addicted.

Do you want to be so slow?

Teacher Gu was also very surprised, but the more he looked at him, the more he couldn't understand the person on the stage, the style of He Xiangdong when he appeared just now was very sideways to Mr. Gu, but how could this person be speechless on stage, this is a strange thing, but it doesn't look like he is nervous when he looks so calm.

The old man Bai Kuoshan showed a smile on his face, and whispered softly: "It's a clever boy." ”

Hearing the old man Bai Kuoshan speak, Teacher Gu also asked curiously: "Old man, what is the way of that person on the stage? Why don't you speak?"

Bai Kuoshan smiled and said, "Look at the back." ”

Teacher Gu took a look behind him and found that the audience behind him was looking at He Xiangdong on the stage, but there were a few people who exchanged ears, but their eyes were always on the actor on the stage, so it can be seen that the topic they were talking about was talking about the person on the stage.

But weren't all these people talking about Fu Sheng just now, why did their attention shift so quickly now. The actor on stage didn't even say a word, this ......

Teacher Gu's eyes were different when he looked at He Xiangdong again.

Fu Sheng in the back seat showed an unsurprising expression, if He Xiangdong didn't even have this ability, then he would really be disappointed.

Du Yuefeng was still immersed in gains and losses, and there was no He Xiangdong on the platform. It's just that Uncle Tao, who was sitting next to him, was looking at He Xiangdong on the stage suspiciously.

After tidying up for a long time, He Xiangdong finally stopped moving, looked up at the audience at the scene, and found that everyone was looking at him, He Xiangdong's heart was much more stable, he smiled at the audience, and said: "I must have wondered why I just tidied up the table as soon as I didn't tell the story, right?"

"Hmm. The audience responded in unison.

One law is all over the world, saying that cross talk requires making friends on and off the stage, and the same is true for storytelling, the three or two sentences before the opening must make the audience like you and be willing to listen to you.

He Xiangdong smiled embarrassedly: "Actually, I'm just a cleaner, the storyteller went to the toilet, and our leader asked me to take the stage." ”

"Poof. As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into laughter, they were talking about how this person looked so much like a cleaner.

The big names of the jury were also stunned, and they couldn't figure out what this person was doing.

Even Du Yuefeng, who was sad about himself, looked at the stage in surprise.

He Xiangdong said with a bitter face: "I don't know how to tell books, our leader has to let me come up, or let me take out the unique life, what do you think I can do?"

"Hahaha......" The audience burst into laughter again, so you go on stage to clean, and the cleaner's job is not cleaning.

There were still many audience members who had just come back from going to the toilet, and suddenly heard the laughter in the room, and they all looked at the stage curiously.

There were even many spectators who were about to go home, and when they all walked to the door, they were stunned when they heard the laughter, and many of them walked back.

The judges were also stunned, they said that storytelling rarely chatted with the audience, and now they say that storytelling is said on the radio, there are few real live performances, and the broadcasts are mainly recorded, and they can't communicate with the audience.

And it's still a game today, the game is a very serious matter, aren't the people on the court in front of them all very serious storytellers, why is this master so unserious.

Teacher Gu also felt a little funny: "How can this person seem to be talking about stand-up comedy." ”

The old man Bai Kuoshan glanced at Teacher Gu, and his old face was full of smiles: "Your eyes are really poisonous." ”

"Huh?" Teacher Gu was stunned.

Fu Sheng also had to secretly scream in his heart, what was the scene of the audience just now, and what is it now. The person on the stage only said two words, even if he put himself in the same position as He Xiangdong, it was absolutely impossible to do better than him.

Seeing that the attention of the audience was attracted by himself, He Xiangdong's heart was relieved, and he could finally open the book: "Then since I was picked up, let me, the cleaner, tell everyone a book, let's ...... today." Say the Three Kingdoms. ”

"Smack......