The painter blinked.

The actor's sister is angry, as if she is so angry that she explodes?

Is it so scary for women to be angry?

After a pause, he tilted his head and asked, "Why two tigers and not the other songs?" ”

The actor calmed down and looked at the painter.

"Oh, because all I could think of was these two simple songs."

"I don't have a lot of songs, they are all very simple songs, like only my mother is good in the world, and the little star is ......"

Artist: .........

Air.

[Ding!] ]

[The judges are scoring the No. 3 guest, please wait a while~]

The crowd waited silently for the scores.

In the meantime, the writer said, "It is now certain that the challenges of changing the stage are related to the programs we perform. Therefore, I recommend that the next guests who are going to perform should try to choose some dances or songs that are bland and do not contain extreme and challenging content. ”

The remaining three guests, who had not yet performed, thought deeply and fell into deep thought.

Not for a while.

A bright red number appeared in the air, 8.

"8 again?" The painter held his chin and felt that something was strange.

If the first two times were 8 points just a coincidence, then the third time is still 8 points, will it be a coincidence?

The writer raised his eyes to the red number and frowned silently.

In the master's castle, Yun Chu held a quill pen and wrote the score.

When he finished writing, he looked up at the TV screen.

The slightly surprised expressions of the guests were recorded.

And the tyrant who dominates the entire game has a meaningful look at Yun Chu.

The young man's white phalanges pressed against his chin, and his long eyelashes covered it like a feather curtain, blocking his deep and gloomy gaze.

The corners of his lips hooked, "Why is it still 8 points?" ”

Yun Chu raised his eyes and glanced at him, his fingers flicking the black feathers on the tip of the pen a few times.

"It's just a score."

The tyrant was slightly silent, his long straight legs overlapped.

He withdrew his gaze, seemingly in a daze.

Banquet castle.

The writer has never been able to figure out what the ultimate purpose of this game is.

The obstacles set up on the stage are in themselves like a kind of elimination challenge.

And the judges' scoring after the performance seems to say that the score determines the final fate of each guest.

But three times in a row, it is the same 8 points, so is there any point in such a score?

…

Anchor No. 4 took the stage.

When he was offstage, he had thought about it seriously.

It seems that the barriers set by the dance are not well understood, and therefore the risk is high.

From the songs, it's easier to deduce the challenges that may come next.

Thereupon......

"I'll sing a little dimple."

This song is about human facial features, and the anchor can't imagine what kind of challenges there will be.

There is still a glimmer of hope that it can be performed in a normal environment.

And yet—

The anchor's nose moved, confused.

He smelled a rich aroma of wine.

At first, the taste was still light, and then it got stronger and stronger.

to the end.

Bang!

Syllable!

Boom!

Anchor:!!!

One by one, the wine jars fell from the sky, and the anchor had to dodge left and right to avoid being smashed by the wine jars.

The wine jars are large and small, and some are smashed when they hit the ground, and the rich and pungent smell of alcohol suddenly fills the nose and ears.

If it is not broken, it is piled up together, or even stacked higher.

The anchor's mentality collapsed.

While hiding and singing, in the end the smell of alcohol was so strong that he had to pinch his nose and continue to sing about the dimples.

For a while, he didn't notice that his body was smashed several times by the wine jar, and his calf was also cut by broken porcelain, and in serious cases, he was cut out.

By the time the singing was over and the performance was over, the anchor was already scarred.