Chapter 2441 The cultural level of the entertainment industry is already so low now
Liuliu suddenly transformed into the host of the scene.
The little boys in the entertainment journal were very angry, but looking at the triumphant Liuliu, they could only be helpless and furious. There was no way to deal with Liuliu, and besides, they had to listen to Liuliu's arrangements later.
The original host took Liliu aside and gave her work.
The other party gave the script to Liuliu, asking him to get familiar with it as soon as possible.
Liuliu held the script in his hands, read it quickly, and confidently said that he had finished reading it and remembered it.
Then, the host gave Luliu another line card.
"You will use this cue card later as the host, do you understand?"
"I know, don't worry, I'm quite familiar with this." Luoliu was confident and calm, completely without the nervousness of being on stage at this age.
The host thought to himself, Liuliu is an actor, and memorizing lines is commonplace, so he should be familiar with cue cards. Moreover, Liuliu often performs on stage. Not to mention, there are Little Red Pony Music Concerts nearby, which are several
The scene of tens of thousands of people, roaring like a mountain and a tsunami, cannot be compared to today's variety show.
So Liliu was not afraid of big scenes like that. Today, this should be a trivial matter to her.
Thinking of this, the host felt relieved.
She got off the stage and stood backstage to watch the scene.
But Luliu had already taken the microphone and started hosting.
Because Liuliu suddenly became the host, there was one less young reporter participating, so the director planned to invite another one to compete on stage.
Just as he was about to order people, the staff around him reminded him: "Why don't you let Liuliu choose people? She is the host. We just want to warm up first and see how she performs."
The director thought about it and realized that what he said was right, so he went to Liuliu and talked to Liuliu about the matter. Liuliu patted his chest and said it was no problem, leave it to her, and she would order someone now.
"I want a little reporter, it's you! Yes! It's you! Don't look around! It's you, come up and participate in the competition. Why are you sitting still? Do you have no courage? Are you timid? How can you still be so timid?
Do you want to be a little reporter?"
Stimulated by Liuliu, the little boy who originally didn't want to participate came on stage angrily.
The director was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that Luoliu would want to ask the young reporters at the scene who would like to participate, and then choose one from those who are willing to participate.
But Liuliu didn't, so Liuliu directly ordered the person without even thinking about it.
Luliu looked strange at the moment. The little boy she ordered was one of the people who opposed her during the previous interview, and was later invited out of the scene by Luliu.
The staff is ready, and the poetry competition is about to begin.
Liuliu said randomly according to the opening words on the prompt card. The director was speechless for a while and asked the staff around him: "Is this what the prompt card says?"
The staff member affirmed: "Nothing is true."
The director was silent for a while and said: "It seems that the rumor that Luliu changed the script is true."
The staff member said: "Fortunately, the effect is quite good."
The program finally got down to business and the competition was about to begin.
Liuliu asked the question.
"Please listen to the question. The first sentence is: The sun sets over the mountains. Excuse me, what is the second sentence?"
There was a beep, and the answering machine was pressed. Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Little Red Riding Hood.
"It's the Yellow River flowing into the sea."
Liuliu nodded and said, "You got the answer right, one point added."
Little Red Riding Hood giggled, then suddenly became stunned and asked: "Isn't it an extra three points?"
"...Oh yes, it's an extra three points, so I'll give you three extra points."
"Huh~" Little Red Riding Hood felt that Liliu did it on purpose.
Liuliu continued to ask questions.
"Please listen to the question. The first sentence is: Chaoci Baidi Caiyunjian. Excuse me, what is the second sentence?"
There was a beep, and the answering machine was pressed. Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Little Red Riding Hood again.
"Little Red Riding Hood, tell me." Liuliu said.
"My name is not Little Red Riding Hood, my name is Jiang Xiaohong."
"That's Little Red Riding Hood, too. Tell me, hurry up, or you'll make a mistake."
Little Red Riding Hood was very angry, but she still said quickly: "A thousand miles will return in one day."
"Good guy, you got the answer right again. You are too powerful. You are more than a hundred times more powerful than both of them, but you look much smaller than them." While praising others, Liuliu did not forget to remember the entertainment.
Little boys and little girls were put down.
The little boy and the little girl's eyes were spitting fire, as if they were about to eat pomegranates.
Little Red Riding Hood didn't notice this. She was very happy. The praise from her opponent was the greatest compliment to herself.
"Now let's do something difficult. The first sentence is: The sheep's tubes are covered with frost, and there are many people. Excuse me, what is the second sentence?"
As soon as Liuliu finished speaking, the scene suddenly became quiet, and the answering machine finally did not sound. Everyone subconsciously looked at Little Red Riding Hood, only to see Little Red Riding Hood frowning and lost in thought.
Not only Little Red Riding Hood, but also the little boy and girl from the entertainment reporter, as well as the soy sauced little Weiwei, all looked distressed, and the show site suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
The director in the audience was also thinking, "The sheep's tube is covered with frost? Is the human body endless? What kind of poem is this? Why doesn't he have any impression?"
He originally wanted to ask the staff around him, but he saw that the staff also looked confused.
Similarly, the host in the background was also thinking, quickly searching for related poems in his mind.
He is able to host this program because he has a very high level of traditional culture. He can pick up any poems without saying anything. At least he can think of them if he gives him more time to think about them. Even if he can't think of them, he can still have an impression. He just can't think of them at the moment.
Just get up.
However, what Liliu said was something he had never heard before, and even after thinking about it, he never thought of it.
The young reporters at the show were all thinking hard and were silent for a while.
The scene was silent for a second, two seconds, three seconds, almost a minute, and still no one spoke, let alone answered this question.
The director finally couldn't sit still anymore and went directly to the stage to find Liuliu.
Fortunately, this is not a formal recording program, it is just a link prepared for young reporters. It is not a live broadcast, and the recording is only needed to edit it into this year's Little Journalists Day video.
The director asked for Liuliu's prompt card, and saw that the prompt card said: Qiang Guan is covered with frost, and people can't sleep...
This is Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts".
He was speechless for a while, and looked at Liuliu with helpless eyes. He couldn't even tell whether Liuliu was doing it on purpose or if he was pretending. He mispronounced two words, so no one at the scene could answer the question.
Liliu didn't seem to know that he had mispronounced the word, and was still smiling. The director thought to himself, is the cultural level of the entertainment industry already so low now?
He didn't know that although Liliu's cultural level was low in the entertainment industry, it was by no means the lowest. If he asked others to read this sentence, there would still be a lot of people who couldn't read it.