Meng Hetang looked at Qin Xiaoxian with an awkward smile. Qin Xiaoxian held back his tears and looked at Meng Hetang…
The scene was extremely awkward.
Fortunately, Qin Xiaoxian didn't care about these things. Although his heart ached, he cherished the opportunity to stay in the German Movement Society more.
"It's okay, Senior Brother. I have plenty of these things. There's nothing to be distressed about.”
Qin Xiaoxian forced a smile and said.
"Ah, that's great. I knew junior brother wouldn't be so stingy.”
Meng Hetang hugged Qin Xiaoxian and said with a smile.
"Then take out another one and let's study it.”
Qin Xiaoxian…
"Alright, stop fooling around."
Yue Yunpeng said.
"It's not easy to see Martial Uncle's performance at such a close distance. We have to learn more.”
"If there's nothing else, follow me to the arena gate to learn.”
Yue Yunpeng pointed at Meng Hetang and said.
"Crane Pond, after Martial Uncle is done with this match, it will be up to you and Yunlei.”
"Got it, Senior Brother."
Among the group of senior brothers, Yue Yunpeng was the oldest. His cold face really had the dignity of a senior brother.
Meng Hetang and Qin Xiaoxian didn't dare to mess around anymore. They obediently followed Yue Yunpeng to watch Han Zhe's performance.
"Haha…"
There wasn't much time between the thunderous laughter and enthusiastic applause.
Only Han Zhe could achieve such an effect.
The most important thing was that the first seven to eight minutes were just idle chatter. He had not even entered the game yet.
"Master, he's so handsome!"
Qin Xiaoxian was extremely smug as he said with a smile.
"Senior brothers, did you see that? That's my master, haha.”
"Aiyo."
Qin Xiaoxian had just finished speaking when he felt a blow on his head. He looked at the person who hit him and saw that it was Luan Yunping.
"Brother…"
Qin Xiaoxian said aggrievedly, wanting to ask why.
In the end…
He received a group of replies.
"Shut up!"
Err…
You have more people, you are powerful.
Qin Xiaoxian obediently shut his mouth and listened attentively to Han Zhe and Guo Qilin's crosstalk.
"After chatting for so long, have you guessed my identity?”
Han Zhe asked, as if he knew.
"You, just say it. Based on your performance just now, we can't guess.”
Guo Qilin laughed and complained.
"What do you mean you didn't leave? What do you mean you didn't stay?”
Han Zhe hurriedly explained.
"This is called taking an unusual path!"
Guo Qilin said with a smile.
"Then don't ask. You're wearing Mett's Death Bangwei!”
Haha...
The audience burst into laughter.
"As expected of Guo Degang's son. He really has some skills. This joke is good, although it's a little old.”
"So what if I'm old? The crosstalk was from the Qing Dynasty. It's fine as long as I keep up with the times. I think this is good enough."
"The most important thing is that Guo Qilin is a pretty good sidekick. He's not too fast, not too slow, and he's steady. He's also flipping through the baggage just right, not stiff at all. Old Guo has a successor!”
"No wonder he dared to let his son work with Han Zhe. I thought Old Guo was arrogant, but it turns out that he's really capable.”
Looking at the audience's performance, Guo Qilin was excited and became more and more confident.
He looked at Han Zhe with admiration and deep gratitude.
This crosstalk could be considered a classic traditional crosstalk.
There are literary talents in literature, and there are great bodyguards in martial arts.
The audience was familiar with it, so it was not easy to perform it with a special feature.
This wasn't a school performance. After the performance, even if you didn't like it, the teachers and students would still give you face.
Clap your hands and cheer so that you can get off the stage.
However, commercial performances were different.
The audience paid for the entertainment. If you couldn't make them laugh, why should they pay you?
If they didn't act well, the scolding would be light. Violent incidents were nothing new.
Guo Qilin knew very well that if he acted according to his previous understanding, he would definitely be finished.
It was all thanks to Han Zhe that he had achieved such an effect. He had added a lot of new burdens that were suitable for young people like him.
That was why it had such an effect.
More importantly, with the experience of this performance, Guo Qilin finally overcame the fear in his heart and truly became a qualified crosstalk actor.
Guo Qilin's performance was too obvious. Han Zhe smiled in response. After all, they were performing, and they couldn't stop suddenly.
"Why do you care what I'm wearing?"
Han Zhe retorted and then continued.
" Forget it, stop guessing. Let me tell you, I'm a martial artist, cough cough…"
Han Zhe patted his chest and coughed.
Haha...
The audience laughed. They knew that this was a contrast. A martial artist's body was so weak.
Guo Qilin rushed forward to support him and even cooperated by patting Han Zhe's back a few times.
"Are you alright? This martial artist is missing.”
Guo Qilin complained.
Haha...
The audience laughed.
"Who missed it!"
Han Zhe pushed Guo Qilin away and his eyes lit up.
"I'm a serious martial arts practitioner. My martial arts skills are very high!”
"Saber, spear, sword, halberd, axe, tomahawk, hook, hairpin, whip, mace, hammer, claw, boring, rod, lance, rod, crutch, meteor. There were hooks, spikes, spikes, needles, chains, and so on.”
"I'm a..."
Han Zhe deliberately paused and spoke to Guo Qilin.
"Proficient!"
Guo Qilin hurriedly added. He gave Han Zhe a thumbs up and looked at him with admiration.
"Loose…"
Han Zhe said seriously.
"Aiyo, my mother."
Guo Qilin almost fell down as he complained.
"Oh my god, you really hurt my waist on this trip.”
Han Zhe smiled, his eyes full of praise.
Guo Qilin was really not bad. He was already in the zone. The two of them had been getting along for the past few days, and it seemed that the effect was really good.
He was right, Guo Qilin...
He was indeed a promising talent!
The two of them continued to perform. When the performance reached a certain point, Han Zhe would show the rhythm and strength of the mouth, and Guo Qilin would cooperate with him to show off.
No one had expected such a traditional crosstalk to have so many jokes.
"Then something happened, and our old teacher left us!”
Han Zhe said sadly.
"What's wrong?"
Guo Qilin continued.
"On a lonely night, our 80-year-old master went down the mountain to dance and found true love. He resolutely left us!”
PS: Sorry, I have some private matters to deal with at home in the afternoon. There are at least four more chapters in the evening. Please look forward to it!
Seeking a wave of support, the number of flowers, so unlucky, who can break it!
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