"Yes." The host said with a smile, and the cameraman immediately came over.
"Then can you ask the host to help me get a cup? I can't dance like this." She can barely dance with a piece of bread in her hand and a glass of milk. How can she dance?
"Of course there's no problem." The host said with a smile after hearing this, and reached out to take the cup: "I can help you get the cup, but as for the bread? That's not possible. I don't have anywhere to take it in my hands. Yes, if I want to help you, I can only bite it with my mouth."
"It's okay, I can get the bread myself." Huang Yanyan said with a smile, biting the bread in her mouth and got up from her seat.
Although she was tricked at the beginning of the show, fortunately, all eyes were focused on her, which made her feel a little relieved. If she had been busy for a long time and made wedding clothes for others, that would be The most unacceptable thing for her.
"Ouch~ (Sister, are you sure this show is a show for big names in the music industry? Isn't that a prank scene? I feel like something is a bit unreliable here.)" Seeing the scene of jumping around with bread in his mouth, Cheng Hao was weak said.
This is different from the music interview he imagined. Is there really nothing wrong with this show?
"Although it is indeed a bit outrageous, this is the usual style of this show." Sister Hong'er explained with a smile after hearing this, and began to pray in her heart that the other party should not cheat her. After all, she does not have any talent shows.
"Ouch~ (Really? That's really a bad taste.)" Cheng Hao complained, and saw the host stopping Huang Yanyan: "Miss Huang Yanyan dances really well, but if you keep watching? The show is about to end. .So let’s pause for a moment.”
"Okay." Upon hearing this, Huang Yanyan immediately stopped dancing. He took the cup and returned to his seat.
After seeing it, the host glanced around and soon found Cheng Hao, who was holding a bone and gnawing at it. He immediately came closer and said, "It seems that our little Fat Orange has finished eating the lamb legs and is now gnawing on the bones. He is such a good tiger that cherishes food. Now let's interview Little Fat Orange."
"Aww~ (Tell me, what do you want to interview? Let me tell you in advance, I can't dance.)" Seeing the other party coming up, Cheng Hao was not timid and asked directly.
"Oh? It seems that our little chubby orange is still a social cow." The host heard Sister Hong'er's translation and said with a smile, and walked in front of Cheng Hao. He held the microphone close to Cheng Hao's mouth: "Big star Xiao Pang Ju, many people on the Internet are questioning whether you are lip-synching? Now, taking this opportunity, Xiao Pang Ju, do you want to perform on the spot to break the rumors? ?”
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaae, I don't care about rumors or anything like that. Anyway, it's up to them whether they like it or not.)" Cheng Hao, who heard this, said into the microphone: "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,, that that's it, I don't care about rumors or anything like that at all. I don't care whether they want to hear it or not." If so? I can grant your wish. But you have to give me two more legs of lamb, otherwise I won’t have the strength to sing to you.)"
"Haha, Little Fat Orange is indeed worthy of his reputation. You have leg of mutton, as long as you are willing to sing." When he heard that the song asked for leg of mutton, the host immediately said with a smile.
Sure enough, as rumored, Little Fatty Orange is very greedy.
"Aoao~ (Then there's no problem, singing is just a piece of cake.)" Cheng Hao said, stretched out his arm to wrap around the host's shoulders, and shouted into the microphone: "Aoao~ (I'll send you away) Thousands of miles away, are you still there?)"
"Wait a minute, little Fatty Orange, you're a little too heavy. Don't hold your arm with me. I can't bear it." The host who had just been grabbed by the arm said, trying to break free.
But after hearing the lyrics, the whole person immediately stopped moving. Because he has listened to countless songs, this is the first time he heard this kind of song.
"This song is a bit unfamiliar. Is it a song sung by Little Fat Orange?"
"It seems like Xiaopangju hasn't sung it before. Maybe it's a new song to be released this time?"
"Really? Then I wonder what the song "Little Fat Orange" is called?"
At the same time, the audience in the audience heard. Everyone couldn't help but discuss in whispers.
"Xiao Ju, please sing slower, sister can't keep up." Sister Hong'er, who was singing, shouted, "Xiao Ju, this little bad guy, don't suddenly speed up while singing." How could she speak so fast?
"Ouch~ (Oh oh.)" Cheng Hao, who was singing, stopped immediately and sang a few lines.
We can't let him sing all the songs on this show, right?
"Ah? Don't stop, little Fat Orange. Keep singing."
"Yes, yes, it doesn't matter even if it's a cappella. We like to listen to it very much."
"Yes, little Fatty Orange, keep singing." The audience shouted loudly when they noticed that the music had stopped.
They were listening intently, why did it end for Little Fat Orange? Come on, keep singing.
"Ouch~ (I can't sing, I'm too hungry. And the song hasn't been written yet. How can I keep singing? Please wait a little longer for my album.)" After hearing this, Cheng Hao responded perfunctorily. He said, he just came over to go through the motions and make some fun. It's not like we're here for a concert.
We can't let him carry the entire program with just one tiger.
"Huh? Is the unfinished song so good? I wonder what the finished song will look like?"
"Yes, yes, little Fatty Orange, please don't be lazy. Promise us to write songs well when we go back, do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, you can't be lazy." The audience shouted after hearing this, and warned Sister Hong'er: "Miss Breeder, you have to watch this little lazy kid and don't let him get fucked up. Even when I’m sleeping, let him write some songs.”
"Yes. We haven't listened to new songs for a long time, and we must not let him be lazy anymore."
"I want to brag about him, but writing songs depends on inspiration, right?" Sister Hong'er said helplessly after being called out.
This kind of songwriting is not like cabbage on the ground. You can plant it if you want and harvest it if you want. It mainly depends on inspiration.
"Then Ms. Breeder, you have to supervise Little Fatty Orange. We seriously doubt that he has always had inspiration, but he just doesn't want to write a song."
"Yes, other singers can write several songs in a month, but Xiaopangju just eats a lot of milk and lies there in a month." The audience shouted.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa one one of Lamo's donkeys works like this. I seriously doubt his mental state when writing songs. He has to be taken to a mental hospital for a good check-up.)" I heard Cheng Hao said this.
These singers are either mentally ill or have been hit by a car. They write several songs a month. Who do they want to kill?
Are you going to let the tiger pass? He just wanted to know if their brain cells could support writing so many songs in a month?
"That's not necessary. He has evolved into a new human, and his work efficiency is very high now. So, little Fatty, as an evolved animal, you have to work harder."
"Yeah, don't be lazy."
The audience said that although the songs written by the singer were not very good, they had to admit that his speed of writing songs was still unmatched.
"Ahem, Xiaopangju already knows the news about everyone's reminder. Let's get into the theme of our show next." Seeing that the show gradually turned into a reminder scene, the host said quickly.
It's really scary. This is the charm of Little Fat Orange. No wonder he was named the strongest singer of the year. This show will ask you if you are afraid when you are reminded of it live.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa another awww. Keep an eye on him, at least go over and embarrass others.
"Okay then." The host said somewhat dumbfounded after hearing this.
When other people came on their show, they all told him privately to give him more scenes. But when it came to Xiao Pangju, it turned out to be better. The other party directly asked him to give him more scenes, so don't worry about staring at him.
"I feel that most of our lives have been in vain, and we are worse than a tiger." Huang Yanyan said with emotion as she looked here.
What a powerful tiger. If she just released an unfinished song, she would be directly hit by dimension reduction. What if it was a complete song? It’s really hard to imagine how powerful it would be.
"Don't say that. He is an evolved animal. It is normal for him to be better than us." Another guest said.
"Yes, evolved animals are different from ordinary people." Others echoed.
The gap between them must be because the other is too powerful, definitely not because they are too good.
Yes, that must be the case.
If they were also evolving, they would definitely be able to compete with each other.
"I don't think so." Huang Yanyan shook her head after hearing this. Although the gap between ordinary people and evolved people is huge, it also depends on the situation.
It's impossible to say that a tiger will specifically evolve musical talent. It can only be said that they are too rubbish.
"Ouch~ (It's great to finally be able to relax.)" Cheng Hao nodded with satisfaction when he saw the host passing by, and then lay down on the massage bed.
Prepare to take a nap here and wait for the show to end.
"Are you ready to go to bed? Everyone in the audience is your fans." Sister Hong'er reminded her after seeing this scene.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. I'm sleepy, you cant let me work up the energy to continue, right? And the host hasnt brought me the leg of lamb yet.)" Cheng Hao yawned after hearing this and said, his eyes filled with joy It's sleepiness.
"Okay, you glutton." Sister Hong'er said helplessly after hearing this, and then watched the host interact with other guests.
As for their side? The camera will come up from time to time.
But they all gathered on the bubbles of snot, as if to tell the audience how sleepy the cat in front of them is?
"Little Fat Orange slept so soundly. It feels like he didn't come here to participate in the show, but just to sleep."
"Who says it isn't? But for one thing, this is the first time I've heard a tiger snore."
"Yes, it's so cute. It's like pinching his little ears." The audience who saw this scene said, staring intently at Cheng Hao, who was turning his belly.
As for the guests who were communicating with the host, they were all ignored.
They just want to take a look at the cat in front of them. How long does it plan to sleep before it wakes up?
"The director's situation is not going well. Everyone seems to be watching Little Fatty sleeping." The staff member who saw this scene said.
"Yes. I saw it." The director nodded helplessly, but he did not expect that things would develop to this point.
Little Fatty and a tiger attracted all the attention of the audience and did not give other guests a way to survive.
"Now let's play a game, shall we?" After the host discovered the situation on the stage, he immediately made adjustments: "Let's let each other sing each other's songs, and then let the audience evaluate who sang. most."
"Okay, okay."
Everyone who heard this nodded and said, as long as they don't get pranked.
"Okay, let the staff get the boxes for the lottery." The host said with a smile, walked up to the snoring Cheng Hao, and said to Sister Hong'er sitting beside him: "Miss Breeder , can you please let me wake up a little, we are going to start interacting now."
"Okay." Sister Hong'er nodded when she heard this, stretched out her fingers to pop the snot bubbles that were growing in size and then said, "Don't go to sleep, little rascal. Now is not the time to sleep."
"Ouch~ (So... is it time to eat?)" Cheng Hao asked as he opened his eyes in a daze.
"No, it's time for the interactive session. You little bad guy, cheer up." Sister Hong'er shook her head and explained.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" (Not eating? Then there is no energy. Tell me what happened?)" Cheng Hao reluctantly got up and asked.
The joy at the scene had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to have a good sleep and calm down.
"Play games." Sister Hong'er said, pointing to the guests who were drawing lots.
"Ouch~ (Okay.)" Cheng Hao stretched, jumped in front of the box and lined up: "Ouch~ (Let me have a look, what can I touch?)"
"So... so big." This guest at the party had seen Cheng Hao behind him and said with some surprise.
I had always heard that Little Fat Orange was just over a year old, but I didn’t expect Little Fat Orange to be so big, which was a bit scary.
"Now please show the balls you got. Each ball has two colors: red and blue, and has a number written on it. The two houses with the same number, the North and the South, will sing each other's famous songs." The host held up the microphone to draw lots. The crowd said, and everyone showed the numbers of the balls in their hands.
Cheng Hao, who was reaching into the box with his paws, saw this and quickly raised his paws, and then the box was lifted up. Unfortunately, the mouth of the box was a bit small.
He managed to put his claws in, but now the problem is that he can't pull it out?
"Hahaha, it's just like what I thought. Once Little Fat Orange puts his claws in, he can't pull them out."
"Yes, we should let the breeder lady draw the lots. Little Fat Orange is too impatient."
The audience who saw it below couldn't help but burst into laughter.
(End of chapter)
