A night of silence.
The next day, morning.
After breakfast, Ye Gengyi sat on the sofa and read the newspaper.
As usual, murder, theft, and arson occupied 80% of the page, and then in the remaining 20%, he found an announcement about the filming of the "National Mr. Island Championship" reported by Nippon TV Station.
This is the case with film, television dramas and variety shows. In order to attract traffic and attention, appropriate promotion will be carried out before the show starts broadcasting, or even before filming starts.
The 10 million bonus and the scroll worth 50 million as prizes are definitely a good gimmick for the TV station.
Considering that even after passing the initial screening of thousands of people, there are definitely many more contestants than viewers.
According to the organizer's arrangement, it is said that in order to maintain the shooting quality as much as possible, during the entire recording session, except for the final award ceremony, family members and friends were not allowed to watch.
However, even with such strict conditions, Genta Kojima still vowed that his father could definitely pass the physical fitness, singing, and writing Chinese characters.
So, after everyone arrived, Ye Gengyi and Dr. A Li took the children directly to the TV station.
"Wow! Sure enough, there are many people named Xiaodao..."
Yuantai looked at the vast number of contestants. He might not be able to recognize all of their names, but the surnames printed on their clothes were still quite eye-catching.
Ye Gengyi looked around, a little surprised that he didn't see the relevant schedule poster, "There is no way to calculate the approximate end time..."
Dr. Ali heard this and asked Yuantai: "Does the champion choose the one with the highest score among the three items of physical fitness, singing and writing Chinese characters?"
"No, there is one last item."
After listening to his father's introduction to the schedule, Yuantai immediately pointed to Studio 5 not far ahead and said, "The winners of the three competitions will go there to participate in the final quick question and answer competition."
So, there is also a comprehensive competition of intelligence, reflexes and knowledge?
Conan looked at a stupid kid who only knew how to eat eel rice with a 'hehehe' look on his face... Is Genta's father really okay?
"But it's really strange," Haihara Ai murmured: "Normally, for the sake of ratings, this kind of question and answer program will have an off-site help-seeking session... But this time the recording actually didn't even allow the audience to go inside. .”
It's really strange... Ye Gengyi didn't say anything, and watched quietly from the side.
He didn't know much about prize-winning variety shows, but since it was going to be broadcast on TV and he had gathered so many people to compete on the same stage, if he wanted to play tricks like buying lottery tickets anonymously, he would not spend money to bribe a few notaries. It can fool the public, unless... their editing skills are very high.
Just thinking about it.
In the direction of the rest area, a group of dejected 'Mr. Kojima' came.
Dr. A Li went directly to ask about the opponent's game.
One of them, a man with a monk's hair and a strong build, who should be a physical education teacher or fitness coach by profession, sighed helplessly:
"The physical fitness competition is how many push-ups can be done in 3 minutes. I tried my best to do more than 180 push-ups, but I didn't expect that I still failed... There are people who are better than others, and there are others who are better than others... The rest The players must all be monsters.”
He shook his head and walked away with a lonely expression.
180 in 3 minutes...an average of 1 in 1 second...can you still lose?
Dr. Ali touched his big belly and felt ashamed.
"Genta, is your dad okay?" Ayumi was a little worried.
"Uh, um... it's just a joke..." Yuantai nodded uncertainly.
While he was talking, another group of 'Mr. Kojima' came behind him.
The same heavy steps, the same lonely expression, but the difference is that this time there is a man in the team with his head down and crying.
"No..." Yuantai's heart tightened.
Seeing this, Mitsuhiko ran up to ask about the content of the game.
"Oh, it's fine if I failed in the singing competition, but the problem is that the person next to me..."
A contestant who looked unremarkable but spoke with a magnetic voice patted the shoulder of the man next to him who had been crying and said: "He has won many championships in singing competitions. I didn't expect that he would also be selected." It’s passed. It seems that if you want to pass the selection of the singing competition, you must at least have a singing voice comparable to Elvis Presley..."
"Who is Elvis Presley?" Mitsuhiko looked at the retreating figures with a confused face.
Isn’t it the Mr. Kojima Championship? Why did a foreigner show up?
"Elvis Presley, the King of Rock and Roll, can be said to be the pinnacle figure in that field." Haibara Ai learned from the sidelines... Ever since a certain detective boy suffered from 'intermittent low-key', she Occasionally he will appear in this role.
"The King of Rock and Roll? That sounds awesome..."
Mitsuhiko muttered, "Genta, I remember that your father's singing seems to be only slightly better than Conan's, right?"
"That's not true!" Genta retorted: "My dad can sing much better than Conan!"
"That's not the point." Ye Gengyi explained with an example: "Unless you are extremely talented, the gap between ordinary people and professional singers will be difficult to bridge even if you fill it with countless Conans as stepping stones."
"Ah... isn't that the end?" Yuantai was immediately disappointed.
Stepping stone?
Hey hey, am I not even a unit of measurement when it comes to singing?
But the bloody truth is right in front of us, especially when we went to KTV last time and listened to Brother Geng Yi’s singing skills with his own ears. It’s a completely self-destructive topic to argue about, so just pretend you didn’t hear it...
Conan is very cowardly.
While they were chatting, another group of contestants came out of the studio.
Compared to the silence of the physical fitness group and the sadness of the singing group, one of these people, a man with a few strands of white hair on his forehead, who should have exuded the breath of a book when he was calm, was roaring angrily:
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"What the hell! Why was I eliminated in the first round with a level 1 level of Chinese characters! Even the teacher who taught me my calligraphy was full of praises! I don't believe that the people who stay in it can write 'Qilin', 'Pixiu', and 'Taotie' are such difficult words!"
Well, this competition seems scarier than imagined...
Conan recalled carefully for a moment, and finally remembered the appearance of these Chinese characters. Even if he was asked to write them, he couldn't write them 100% correctly.
"Brother Gengyi, it must be difficult to write those words, right?" Haiyuan Ai raised her head and asked... She directly skipped the step of Conan's thinking. The reason was simple, she couldn't write.
"Those characters are not common characters, nor are they single-style characters. If you want to learn them without a foundation, you have to memorize them from the radicals and radicals." Ye Gengyi said.
"Then... Genta, your father..." Mitsuhiko hesitated.
"Hehe, hehe, it should be impossible to write it..." Yuantai completely lost confidence.
