Su Yan was also very nervous. That night, he took Lijun to find He Jiong, and they had secretly discussed it for a while just now, just for this showdown.
It would definitely not be appropriate to propose it myself, so it would be logical for He Jiong to take the lead.
However, this result was beyond his control. The best thing was of course that after the battle reached 1:1, the production team successfully won the third game.
In this way, the filming quality is guaranteed, the program becomes interesting, and the most important thing is that there is no need to sleep outside.
Otherwise, it would be really troublesome. There are nearly a hundred people here. In order to keep it secret, he couldn't say that he had made preparations in advance. The key point was that it looked like it might rain.
Headache.
So when the game started, he temporarily forgot about his identity as a director and booed loudly when the members came on stage.
He Jiong saw this and paused the game first. He pulled Lao Zhou and pointed at Su Yan: "Referee, does this count as interfering with the athletes?"
Lao Zhou rolled his eyes, walked to Su Yan, and took out a card from his jacket pocket: "Yellow card warning!"
Su Yan???
This move won him the favor of the members.
Zheng Kai was the first member to play. With everyone's encouragement, he stood in the middle holding the shuttlecock.
After taking a long breath, he threw up the shuttlecock in his hand.
"1,2,3...17,18, oops!"
"Beep! There are 18 Zheng Kai in the artist team!" Lao Zhou raised his hand to signal.
The members are quite satisfied. You should know that Lin Gengxin tried it just now, and there were basically no more than two.
Zheng Kai himself felt a little pity. He used too much force in the last step and flew away. Otherwise, he would have been able to lift a few more.
"Next up, the silly pony from the production team!"
If someone doesn't say anything harsh, it's him who is being said.
After a crackling operation, 27!
He immediately distanced himself.
The production team shouted loudly.
This made Zhang Yishan feel a lot of pressure.
Especially after he made a silent gesture towards the front, he received a flood of responses.
Okay, 25.
Wang Yangyang surprised everyone. The fat on his body did not affect his performance at all, and his flexibility in kicking the shuttlecock put the members to shame.
28.
"yes!"
Su Yan clenched his fist, knowing that most of the victory was already in his pocket.
"Wait a minute, there must be a way to do variety shows. Now there are 55 of you and 43 of us." He Jiong stood up: "Then you should be the first to come. There must be suspense, right.
"
Baike and the others were not idle either. Some massaged his legs, some rubbed his hands, and some fanned him, making Da Fei feel comfortable.
The writers did not show any weakness. Sister Hong and several female generals also came forward to offer water and massage.
As the whistle sounded, the young lady began to perform.
One, two, three....
Everyone looked at her nervously.
The members hope that if she makes a mistake, she still has a chance to win.
The production team definitely wanted to widen the gap and win the first game directly.
After all, this is a competition chosen by artists. Whether it is in terms of morale or form, if you win, it will be very cost-effective.
Su Yan never thought about plots such as letting off steam or letting one chase two.
The young lady may have been too nervous. When she kicked 19, her feet failed to stand firm and she missed the kick.
The artists breathed a sigh of relief.
"Da Fei, you only need 31 to win, come on!"
"It's time to prove yourself!"
"Da Fei, you will definitely be more popular than Wang Yangyang!"
The production team has also become quiet here.
The last person to win determines the outcome, and it is related to the ownership of this point. The one who wins first will definitely have a psychological advantage.
Many people may be praying secretly, hoping that Da Fei will kick into single digits.
Left foot, right foot, fighting left and right, sideways, turning, instep.
I went, but Su Yan felt bad. Isn’t this Da Fei a radio DJ? Why does he feel like a professional player?
He Jiong had a worried look on his face. He was lagging far behind, and no one had exceeded 30 before.
Da Fei didn't kick seriously and started to show off. He was so surprised that he clenched his fists.
Especially when he kicked the shuttlecock more than two meters high, he almost shouted, but luckily he caught it perfectly.
When it exceeded 31, the winner or loser was determined, but he still didn't stop, the members were still counting.
40,50,60...
The writer, who was still blaming herself, was speechless.
Well, this is a top three, no matter how good I am, I still get it as a gift.
The final number settled on 73.
Lin Gengxin and others rushed over and lifted him high.
Although Su Yan was helpless, he was still willing to admit defeat. Who knew that Da Fei was so powerful?
Director Zhang, who was hiding in the corner, also nodded secretly. Naturally, he was happy that his child was in the limelight.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Seeing that her morale was a little low, Lijun stood up and clapped her hands to encourage her.
"That's right, there are still two games left, just win them. Will we lose?"
"Won't!"
The members held hands together: "Director, announce the score."
"Artist team 1:0, victory"
"yeah!"
After the exciting first round, we entered the rest period, but the camera was still on.
Mainly because the table tennis table was borrowed and needs to be set up.
Su Yan took advantage of this moment to find the two players who were about to compete.
"You two, you must win this game, try to be as steady as possible..."
The artists on the side were He Jiong and Baike, both of whom claimed to have been taught a lesson by their uncle in the community.
After winning the first game, he seemed confident.
The four of them stood in front of the table and started practicing.
"Crack!"
The production team's powerful smash made He Jiong and the two of them stand there for a long time without being able to recover!
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Zhining, from the prop team." The little brother who just smashed the ball was a little shy."
"I'm Yang Zhuo from the lighting team." Another contestant wearing glasses took the initiative to introduce himself.
"Hahaha" He Jiong laughed: "Are you so proactive? It seems that you are all like the chubby ones?"
Yang Zhuo took the initiative and waved to the camera: "Mom, I'm on TV."
"Zhining, please say a few words!"
"Well!" The little brother thought for a few seconds: "I'm fine now, don't worry."
“What a down-to-earth little brother!”
"Have you ever practiced table tennis?"
"I'm a member of the soccer club in college, and I haven't played much in recent years." Zhining answered honestly.
He Jiong's eyes widened: "This is considered a foul, semi-professional, how can you beat this?"
Su Yan raised his head proudly: "Where's Da Fei, we didn't say anything, right? It's even.
And these two are indeed members of the crew, and I didn’t specially bring in foreign actors.”
"Uh..." He Jiong had nothing to say.
"come on!"
The two sides were competing for cheers again, and the artist team was completely defeated!
Lao Zhou began to announce the rules.
"International practice is that a game is 11 points, which directly determines the outcome. There is a match point. If there is a tie, you need to score two points in a row. Are you all clear?"
Then guess the coin and the artist team serves.
(The writer's assistant has some problems, so he will post one chapter first)