"Number one, number two, number three."
"No. 3, No. 1. Little Fatty Orange, you should be No. 2." The host looked at the balls in the hands of the guests and said to Cheng Hao, whose paw was still stuck in the box.
There are only a few balls in the box, and now they have all the balls in their hands.
Only the little chubby orange one was left. The one in the little chubby orange hand was definitely the No. 2 ball without even thinking about it.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaae.
"Little rascal, stop swinging around. If you keep swinging, you will hit someone else's head." Seeing this, Sister Hong'er quickly walked over and stopped her.
There is a ball in this box. If this little villain throws it like this, what will happen if it hits someone later?
"Ouch~ (The problem is if I don't throw it away? I can't get out my claws.)" Cheng Hao muttered, how could he free his claws if he didn't throw the box away?
"Then don't throw it away like that. Can sister help you take out the claws?" Sister Hong'er said helplessly, and helped to pull out the box.
"There was a little accident at the scene, but let's not focus on this matter." After the host saw it, he said with a smile: "Let's focus on the game first. Now I'm asking everyone to draw the No. 1 ball. Guests come forward. We're going to start the game now."
"What's so interesting about the game? I still want to watch Little Fatty pull out the box."
"That's right, it would be so much fun for Little Fatty to pull out the box."
The audience below heard this and murmured.
He showed no interest in the ongoing game, and continued to stare at the man and the tiger who seemed to be pulling out carrots.
"Ouch~ (Sister, I think there is something wrong with what we are doing.)" Cheng Hao, who was being stepped on, said.
"What's the problem? Wait until sister helps you pull out the box." Sister Hong'er heard this and said, didn't this little villain pull out his claws in a hurry? Why is there so much nonsense now?
"Ouch~ (The problem is that I feel like it can't be pulled out like this. Otherwise, let's try another way. How about dismantling this box?)" Cheng Hao suggested aloud.
Anyway, it’s just a broken box for the lottery. Can’t we just tear it apart? Where do so many things come from.
"Uh, isn't that good?" Sister Hong'er said after hearing this. They came over to record a show. Did they open the lottery box? And it's in full view of everyone.
"Ouch~ (It's okay, I'll just take it apart a little bit and put it back on again later, okay?)" Cheng Hao said.
"Forget it, sister, try again." Sister Hong'er said, holding the box and stepping on Cheng Hao's round face.
It's really strange, how come this box is so tightly clamped? Could it be that this is also a spoof of the celebrity show in the music industry?
"Actually, the bottom of this box can be opened." Seeing this scene, the staff on the side came up and reminded.
He felt that if this continued, everyone in the show would be watching.
"Ouch~ (Then why didn't you tell me earlier and just stood aside watching the show?)" Cheng Hao cursed after hearing this.
Isn't this guy happy to watch his misfortune? Should you have reminded him earlier?
"Excuse me, how to open this place?" Sister Hong'er heard this and gave Cheng Hao a big slap on the head, and then asked.
"There is a rotating button underneath. Ms. Keeper, just twist the button and the whole box will open." The staff explained.
"Okay, thank you." After hearing this, Sister Hong'er asked Cheng Hao to lie down and lift the box. It didn’t take long to find the button the staff was talking about.
After a slight twist, the box turned into a diamond shape.
At this time, Cheng Hao finally found that the mouth holding his claws was a little loose.
"Ouch~ (I'm finally free. If it gets stuck again, I can't help but smash this thing.)" Cheng Hao muttered, waving his paws, and found that a microphone had been stretched out in front of him. .
"It seems that Little Fat Orange has successfully gotten rid of the lottery box, so now let's invite Little Fat Orange to sing a song for us." The host who saw this scene said, and the camera immediately focused on Cheng Hao.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeaes!"" (I knew all the members of your show were evil people.)" Cheng Hao, who heard this, said with a black line in his head, these guys will not come here sooner or later.
He came over after he freed his paws. If they hadn't deliberately arranged this, he wouldn't have believed it.
"Excuse me, what should we do next?" Sister Hong'er came up and asked, patting Cheng Hao's big head.
"There is no need to do anything. You two just need to sing your opponent's song." The host explained with a smile.
"Ouch~ (Then we also need to know whether his songs are good or not. I don't even know who he is, let alone his songs.)" After hearing this, Cheng Hao rolled his eyes and said.
He just wanted to know who the guy with the yellow hair was?
"Hello, little Fat Orange, now it's our turn to fight." The guest with dyed yellow hair said with a smile.
"Ouch~ (It doesn't matter, just sing casually. Sister, you are responsible.)"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Hao said to Sister Hong'er beside him.
Although he didn't understand anything, it didn't matter. He believed that his sister would definitely understand. All he had to do was hum indiscriminately.
"Sister, I'm not responsible for telling you, and I've never heard of his songs." After hearing this, Sister Hong'er whispered into Cheng Hao's ear.
She knew the other person's name was Zixuan, but the problem was that she didn't understand rap, and she didn't like listening to it.
So it's probably impossible for the little bad guy to ask her to sing, because she doesn't know the lyrics either.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" (Then there is no other way but to tell the truth. Sister, please tell the host that we dont know how to do it.)" Cheng Hao shrugged his shoulders and said, he didnt understand and neither did my sister, so there is no need. It's over, let's end it like this.
"Do you think it's possible? And there are so many people here. If you want to say something like this, wouldn't it embarrass him to death?" Sister Hong'er said angrily, and walked towards the host to explain the situation clearly.
"Okay, okay, I understand. Small problem, small problem." After listening to the words, the host said with a smile, and immediately arranged for a large projection screen: "Dear viewers, there is a little problem on the scene now. A small change, because Little Fat Orange is a tiger, so we need to show Little Fat Orange the lyrics, otherwise he won’t be able to remember too many songs.”
"I hope you can understand. After all, our guests are all young people who are almost three years old. And little Fatty Orange is not yet two years old."
"I understand, I understand. After all, our little Fat Orange is so good, we don't need to listen to other people's songs at all."
"That's right, the songs composed by our little Fatty Orange are very good."
The audience heard below said, who cares who that Huang Mao is? They just wanted to hear Little Fat Orange sing this time.
"hateful……"
When Zixuan, who was standing on the stage, heard this, he was so angry that his teeth were broken.
But in front of the camera, I can only grit my teeth and persist, put on a smile, and show that I am broad-minded.
"Okay, now let's ask our Zixuan to sing Little Fat Orange's famous song Blue White Porcelain." The host said with a smile, pretending that he didn't hear it at all.
After all, whose song is good and whose song is bad? It's never about what they say but the audience, and the audience obviously likes Little Fat Orange's songs.
"Okay, thank you." Zixuan smiled and nodded when he heard this, and immediately came to the center of the stage. Then he started singing, and he would let these ignorant audiences know how powerful he was.
As the music started, the melodious melody immediately filled the entire program.
Zixuan raised the microphone and started singing, imagining the shocked expressions of these guys. But as he finished singing every line, he found that the audience in the audience were whispering expressionlessly.
It was completely different from the fanatical scene he had imagined.
For a moment, he didn't know what the problem was. This resulted in fluctuations in singing.
This made the discussion among the following audience even more intense:
"I think his singing has no emotion and no meaning at all."
"Yeah, I sang it exactly according to the book."
"Yes, at least he understands the story of this song before singing it."
It’s okay to sing without emotion. He claims to be a professional singer, but why can’t he even smell his breath? They doubted the quality of this program. Why would they invite such an outsider to come?
"Xiao Ju, how do you feel when you listen to others singing your own songs?" Sister Hong'er on the side asked with her arm resting on Cheng Hao's big head.
"Ouch~ (I don't feel anything, that's it anyway.)" Cheng Hao yawned and said, how can this feel? I don't feel anything. Isn't it just a song?
"Okay." Sister Hong'er said with a smile when she heard that Zixuan over there had finished singing.
"He is indeed a representative figure of current pop singers. His skills are really extraordinary. Thank you Zixuan for bringing us a blue and white porcelain song. Next, let's invite Little Fat Orange to appear." The host said with a smile.
There was no strange look on his face because of the audience below. He had been a host for so many years and he had never seen any scene before. Now it was just drizzle.
"Ouch~ (Sister, I can just go up and yell a few times. They shouldn't understand what I'm saying, right?)" Cheng Hao said after hearing the host's words, and planned to deal with it directly.
Forget about singing or something, you actually want him to do a rap?
"If there is no request, you can just fool around. If there is a request, I will be in trouble." After hearing this, Sister Hong'er said.
"Aww~ (Whatever, I'll go up first and talk about it later.)" Cheng Hao said and jumped to the center of the stage.
"It seems like Little Fatty Orange really wants to sing for everyone. You can tell by the way he can't wait."
"If that's the case? Let's stop talking nonsense. I'd like to invite Little Fat Orange to sing." The host said, and walked aside.
Soon the accompaniment started playing, and Cheng Hao started singing while looking at the big screen and shaking his head:
"Ouch~ (Don't ask me what I'm singing, because I don't know what I'm singing. If you really want to know, you can ask the magical conch.)"
"Ouch~ (I am a tiger, not a piece of tofu. If you want a tiger, don't ask about the tofu.)"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
"Um~ Is there something wrong with the song Little Fat Orange sings? Is it this one? I feel like it's not."
"There's definitely something wrong. It sounds like I'm very high."
The audience listening to the song below couldn't help but say something after listening to it.
Although they couldn't understand Tiger Language, they still understood the melody. They felt that Xiaopangju either sang it wrong, or he didn't sing according to the other person's song at all.
But fortunately, it's not unpleasant to hear Xiaopangju singing like this, but it has a special feeling.
"This little scoundrel really did this." Sister Hong'er, who was standing aside, couldn't help but hold her head after hearing the lyrics. This little scoundrel really dared to sing like this.
He just bullied the audience into not understanding it, otherwise he would definitely get beaten based on his singing style.
"Is this my song? Why does the music sound so unfamiliar with my lyrics?" At the same time, I was still confused about the original singer of the lyrics.
He just couldn't understand. Is his song so exciting? Did he hear it wrong? Or is it that the little tiger in front of me sang wrong?
"Ouch~ (I don't know what I'm singing? I just really want to sing a song. No, you probably want me to sing, so I just sang a song casually.)" Cheng Hao was still singing very happily. , and didn’t stop until the song slowly ended.
The people listening to the song were still confused at this time, but this did not prevent them from applauding.
"It's really beautiful music. Thank you Xiaopangju for singing so affectionately for us." The host said with a smile, and then said to the remaining two people: "Next, please invite the third group of contestants to bring us a touching song."
"Aww~ (How is sister? Isn't my singing voice very loud and nice?)" After hearing the host's words, Cheng Hao immediately ran to Sister Hong'er and asked.
After Tiao Yitiao didn't have his sister's translation, these guys couldn't understand what he said at all, and he could get away with it even if he was confused.
"It really sounds good. There is no problem except that the preface does not match the words and the afterword sounds confusing." Sister Hong'er nodded and said, pulling Cheng Hao to the side: "Okay, let's just watch here honestly. Don't Stand in the center and act as a conspicuous bag."
"Ouch~ (Okay, okay, but sister, you have to help me remind you when my leg of lamb will be delivered. I've been waiting for so long, and they don't realize it at all.)" Cheng Hao reminded, if he If he didn't ask about this matter, he felt that what he deserved would grow wings and fly away.
"Okay, sister, I'll go and ask for you now." Sister Hong'er said, and walked towards the staff on the side.
Cheng Hao sat down and watched the show with satisfaction.
(End of chapter)
