"The beauties, big and small, and the two single dogs are ready to eat."
Putting the things on the dining table, Guo Dong woke everyone up from their sleep with a lion's roar.
"Eat...eat!?"
The confused sleepiness dissipated after a while, and the word "eat" was still very attractive.
Of course, compared to eating, the word "single dog" is more lethal.
"Ahhhh~ Guo, I'm going to cut you into pieces!"
Don’t mention the single thing, we are still good friends, but if we mention it...
“It smells so good!”
I brought this matter up, but I couldn't fight it again and again, and the facts couldn't be refuted. For the sake of the delicious breakfast, what else could I do if I didn't let this matter go?
Therefore, after a moment of silence, Lao Hu, who originally rushed out with a roar, suddenly changed his ferocious face into a flattering smile.
There is no need to think about Liu Xing behind him, his expression and tone definitely make Guo Dong very satisfied.
Now that he was satisfied, Guo Dong naturally stopped arguing with the two of them. He put down the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand and let Lao Hu and Liu Xing wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Come, come, it smells so good!"
Youth means vitality. Apart from the two single dogs who fought furiously but ended in failure, and immediately gave in when faced with a kitchen knife, the first person to appear in front of Guo Dong was Zu, a little girl who was just eighteen years old.
"Wow~ It looks good and appetizing!"
Seeing the breakfast on the table, which had only a few simple items but was brightly colored and fragrant, the little girl couldn't help but salivate.
“It smells so good~”
"Sure enough, participating in this show is a very wise decision."
"Lao Hu, how about it? Just cook for this guy. Isn't it worth the trip?"
As the little girl exclaimed, everyone appeared in the restaurant one after another.
The staff also started a day of shooting under the command of the editorial team leader who temporarily accepted the heavy responsibility.
As for the original executive deputy director, before Guo Dong and the others came back from the supermarket last night, they had already been very politely asked to take away more than a dozen guns pointed at their heads. He was so frightened that he passed out and was dragged away by his ankles.
That kind of.
Then he left a RV representing one of the giants of the underground world of Samba to the program crew.
Although it is not a luxury car, there is no doubt about its comfort.
After all, the main focus of an RV is comfort. It is known as a mobile home, comfortable, warm, and enjoyable.
After dinner, the group first arrived at the Samba School as arranged by the program team, visited the floats that had been basically completed, watched highlights from previous carnivals, and then prepared to receive their costumes.
But while waiting to receive the clothes, they first received a piece of news that was definitely not good.
"We only need three men and three women, and the remaining woman will be responsible for looking after things for everyone else."
It's not bad news, but it makes the atmosphere that was full of laughter just now instantly turn cold.
"Wait a moment!"
Lao Hu stood up and looked at Matthew with some disbelief, who was responsible for receiving and arranging for them to participate in the carnival: "There are seven of us here, but you only want three boys and three girls? You are leaving one girl alone.
Alone? Isn’t that bad!”
"Yes, I only need six people, and the remaining one will be responsible for taking care of other people's belongings."
Matthew nodded, confirming that they heard correctly, and he said correctly: "But the girl will get a ticket to the carnival and can enter the venue to watch your performance in the audience."
Three boys, this is not a problem, after all, there are only three boys here, and the other one is far away in Africa, so the quota is just right.
But it's not a pain for the girls. Not only are there three quotas for four people, but one of them is destined to be excluded.
More importantly, girls are good at dancing. Shishi was born in a dance academy and graduated from Beijing Dance Academy. If she hadn't been selected and entered the entertainment industry, she would have become a professional ballet dancer by now.
teacher.
As a native of the Western Regions, Pang Di is naturally good at singing and dancing. In terms of folk dance, he will definitely not be inferior to graduates of the Dance Academy.
Although the remaining Heibi did not graduate from a dance academy, nor are they from ethnic minorities who are naturally good at singing and dancing, they are also professional singers who have been in the industry for nearly 20 years. They have gone from being the leading actress of a young girl group to being a powerful singer today.
Although the three of them were not famous for their singing and dancing back then, they were definitely professionally trained in dancing. Compared to Fat Di and Shi Shi, who are from the same 'family' and 'sect', they are definitely not inferior.
Where to go.
As for little girl Zu...
"Ah~ that's just right!"
Seeing Lao Hu and others looking at each other with confusion on their faces, the little girl suddenly spoke in front of everyone after a short period of driving: "I practice martial arts, and I really can't dance."
Looking at everyone's surprised eyes, the little girl suppressed the regret in her eyes deeply and showed a seemingly happy smile: "Yesterday I said that I was practicing martial arts and couldn't dance, but now I can
It makes me justified and I don’t have to dance anymore.”
The little girl's words caused everyone to fall into a deeper silence.
She has practiced martial arts since she was a child, otherwise she would not have played the role of Little Nezha to perfection. Years later, she still leaves a strong mark in the hearts of all audiences. In addition to the aura of her eyes and her superb acting skills like her sister, her capable
The crisp fighting movements are definitely a big plus.
But when a girl practices martial arts, it is still the type of martial arts that an actor performs. Rather than practicing martial arts, it is more accurate to say that it is practicing dancing.
At least in Guo Dong's view, the so-called martial arts she associates has nothing to do with killing enemies, fighting, and fighting. Instead, it is more consistent with graceful posture.
"Girl, this should be my line, right?"
When everyone was silent, not knowing what to do, let alone how to speak, whether they agreed with Zu's method or... agreed?, Guo Dong walked over and gave the little girl who was pretending to be happy a kiss.
Kill by touching the head.
"But I really practice martial arts and can't dance."
Guo Dong rolled his eyes: "What a coincidence, I also practice martial arts!"
Guo Dong paused: "And what I practice is the ancient battlefield fighting technique that only kills people without performing."
"Although killing and dancing is very artistic, I'm really not good at dancing..."
As he spoke, the guy rubbed his chin and revealed a murderous expression: "...but there is no problem in letting me kill someone in three days."
"Believe me, as long as you give me ten minutes, I can kill all the chickens and dogs in the entire carnival venue, leaving a river of blood, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood..."
"You can stop it!"
Guo Dong was still there and was about to continue using idioms to describe it, but he was stopped by Lao Hu with a black look on his face: "What are you going to kill? Do you know how many people there will be then? Hundreds of thousands of people."
!”
"What happened to hundreds of thousands of people? I can bury them all if I open the door! I can even build the tombs easily!"
Guo Dong immediately slapped the table and started shouting, but this made Lao Hu and others even more disbelieving.
Even if what Guo Dong said is true.
"You can pull it down and open it up...why don't you say you're going to let Wushuang go?"
Lao Hu rolled his eyes almost to the sky, and Shishi couldn't hold back her complaints. She couldn't help but respond: "Let alone hundreds of thousands of people, even if there are hundreds of thousands of pigs queuing up, you are stupid,
You have to fight until the next life, right? Ten more minutes? Ten minutes of dreaming and two hours of bragging!?"
Liu Xing and Fat Di and Zu and Guo Dong had no friendship before. They were embarrassed to complain about Guo Dong like Lao Hu and Shishi, so they could only cover their mouths and enjoy themselves.
But Heibi smiled twice, and was just about to join Lao Hu and Shishi to give Guo Dong a soul question for three consecutive kills, when he suddenly thought of something and his face changed, becoming a little pale.
"Um...it's not good to fight and kill. We are a positive, sunny, uplifting program that spreads positive energy, isn't it?"
Taking a few deep breaths and barely keeping her tone steady, Heibi trepidatiously interrupted the two men's mixed-sex attack on Guo Dong: "Why don't we discuss it with Matthew?"
Guo Dong glanced at her and saw the way she was suppressing fear and nervousness, knowing that she was remembering what happened before.
Although Heibi is still not sure whether Guo Dong has the ability to massacre the entire carnival venue in ten minutes, but based on the ability that Ham showed in the Mushroom House before, and the three He Shouzuo, they have powerful superpowers in a short time.
The method... Obviously, Heibi understands that Guo Dong has the ability to kill a corpse littering the carnival venue.
Naturally, he believed what Guo Dong just said.
I am really afraid that if Guo Dong gets excited, he will turn the world's largest carnival into the world's largest massacre.
"But I really can't dance!"
Guo Dong is also a little crazy. He is a fool, commits murder and arson, confiscates homes and exterminates clans, massacres cities and destroys countries. He is all professional in these, and he is not afraid of anyone in playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, song and poetry.
But I really don’t know how to dance!
And Brother Dong doesn’t want to lose face?
Let Dong Ge, the mad king of Western Chu who travels all over the world, dance?
Do you want to die or don't want to live anymore?
"But this is the schedule of the program team."
Listening to Guo Dong's words, everyone could tell that he really resisted and even hated dancing.
"And this is the largest carnival in the world. How many people can't even dream of coming? The program team can communicate with the carnival organizing committee and let us participate in the performance and become the first batch of Chinese to board the carnival float. This can be said to be a blessing.
What a great honor!”
Guo Dong doesn't like the dancing on the carnival float, but that doesn't mean that others don't like it either.
On the contrary, as just said, this is something no one can ask for.
Although he was not the main dancer, but just a dancer on the float who made up the number of people, he did participate.
"Well...well, Jelly, don't you have a friend here? Is there any way he can change our staffing? For example, from three men and three women to two men and three women, or two men and four women?"
After Heibi was silent again for a moment, he tentatively made a suggestion to Guo Dong.
"You mean Balube?"
Guo Dong's eyes lit up!
"That's right, the program team is capable of making arrangements, there's no reason why Balube can't handle it!"
Let alone being in a foreign country, even if they are both from the same country, one is just a program team under the local provincial station, and the other is one of the emperors of the underground world of a country, whose words make the Carnival Organizing Committee even more confused
It's obvious that you have to think carefully.
"Matthew, right?"
Regarding whether he was going to dance to please others or people who had nothing to do with him, Guo Dong directly called Lao Lin who was waiting in the car outside.
"I am, who are you?"
Looking at the middle-aged yellow man in front of him, Matthew looked confused and didn't know what he did.
Old Lin pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Let me introduce myself. My surname is Lin. I am from China. I am currently working for Lord Barubei, the king of arms."
Matthew was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.
Lao Lin, on the other hand, looked at the frightened Matthew with a changed expression, and smiled elegantly: "I have something to discuss with you and the carnival organizing committee... on behalf of Mr. Barubei."