"Shaobai, Shaobai, you don't know, I saw it just now…hey, what are you two doing?”
A small piece of sesame seed cake with freckles on his face came in. When he saw Yue Yunpeng and Wu Shaobai sitting together, one holding a notebook and the other holding a string of beads on her wrist, he asked in puzzlement.
Wu Shaobai waved his
hand.”
"Are you two talking about living? Are you guys going to pair up tonight? Hey, Wu Shaobai, you're not being nice. Didn't we agree that we'll partner up
…"
Yu Xi also walked over. He grabbed the neck of the sesame seed cake and pushed it to Mr. Xing.
"Hurry up and do your work."
The master and disciple looked exactly the same.
Shaobing's face was full of dissatisfaction, and his freckles were all squeezed together.
Yue Yunpeng's face was full of embarrassment.
Wu Shaobai, who was holding a string of lobular rosewood beads in his hand, smiled and said,
"Continue."
"Shao Bai, I…"
"Hurry up, there are still ten minutes left.”
"…Eh."
The backstage of Deyun Club's small theater was busy, waiting for the time to arrive.
"
Ya Ya, have you heard of crosstalk?”
In the audience, there were two girls sitting in an inconspicuous corner.
The Overbridge Theater was originally a teahouse. It was filled with tables with fruits and desserts.
However, as Deyun Club's reputation gradually rose, in order to sell more tickets to support their families, the tables and whatnot were removed. Instead, he switched to the foldable chair.
The ticket price was not expensive either. It was 40 to 50 yuan per ticket.
But it was not easy to buy.
If they ran out of tickets, they could still buy them. However, just like what was said in "Selling Hanged Votes," each person would be given a small stool and sit in the aisle to listen. If not, he could just go to the scalpers and buy them at a high price of 100 to 200 yuan each.
But now that his reputation had spread, the audience had come.
Even if they had to sit on a stool, everyone was willing to do so.
It was mainly because of the atmosphere.
And today, two girls had spent a lot of effort to get two tickets, intending to come and listen to this gradually rising reputation of De Yun Society's crosstalk.
At this moment, when she heard her companion's words, Tong Liya shook her head
. But I've seen it on TV many times…
The crosstalk on TV is different from the ones here. That kind of crosstalk was not fun, but the ones here were very fun. You'll know in a while. It's especially interesting.”
"Really? "
The light in Tong Liya's eyes was gradually replaced by curiosity.
The other girl nodded
. It was so fun! Later on, you can follow me and keep your volume up.”
"…Hooting? You can still jeer?"
Tong Liya's eyes were filled with shock.
"Is he willing?"
"Hehe, this is crosstalk.”
"Uh…"
Looking at her companion's excited look, Tong Liya nodded in confusion.
"This…alright."
... At
7 o'clock, the night scene of the club started on time.
Backstage, Wu Shaobai looked at the emcee who had just walked out and continued,
"Do you remember?"
"Yes!"
Yue Yunpeng nodded heavily.
"Learn from Master and find a position for yourself. I'm an artist
…"
"
Let's go then." Wu Shaobai nodded.
As the audience cheered, he waved his white robe and took the lead to walk out.
Yue Yunpeng took a deep breath and quickly followed.
At the same time, she looked at Wu Shaobai's back with envy…
why wasn't he nervous?
"
Oh!"
"Good!"
With
the applause, Wu Shaobai walked to the microphone in front of the table and cupped his hands to the audience who were applauding them.
Yue Yunpeng also learned from him and cupped his hands to everyone.
After the applause gradually died down, he remembered the burden Wu Shaobai had given him. He muttered to the microphone that was shorter than him,
"This microphone is specially prepared for my master. Good fellow, why is it so low?"”
"Hahaha! Haha!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the audience heard this unfamiliar face coming up and mocking Guo Degang, laughing.
From this, it could be seen that Yanjing's audience was much easier to deal with than Tianjin's.
Wu Shaobai also said,
"Indeed, only your master can do this kind of high level in Mandeyun Society."”
"..."
Yue Yunpeng was originally quite happy when he heard the sound of the bag, but when he heard Wu Shaobai's words, he was suddenly stunned and instinctively looked at Wu Shaobai...
and it was this moment of surprise that was coincidentally intertwined with the audience's emotions that gradually reflected after the shock.
"Hahahahaha ~"
Seeing him like that, the audience laughed again.
“……？？？”
Therefore, Yue Yunpeng turned his head speechlessly.
What's wrong now?
I haven't even used my baggage yet. Why are you laughing?
And his puzzled expression in the eyes of the audience had a kind of…very interesting emotion.
Hence, the group of people began to jeer.
"
Yaya, hurry!" Ouch!"
"Uh…"
Following the other audience members, Tong Liya whispered a few times, but her gaze always fell on the white shirt on the stage.
This boy…
who is he…he
looks pretty good.
She thought to herself.
(A woman has finally appeared in 40,000 words. I'm touched myself...) "Shaobai, Shaobai, you don't know, I saw it just now…hey, what are you two doing?”
A small piece of sesame seed cake with freckles on his face came in. When he saw Yue Yunpeng and Wu Shaobai sitting together, one holding a notebook and the other holding a string of beads on her wrist, he asked in puzzlement.
Wu Shaobai waved his
hand.”
"Are you two talking about living? Are you guys going to pair up tonight? Hey, Wu Shaobai, you're not being nice. Didn't we agree that we'll partner up
…"
Yu Xi also walked over. He grabbed the neck of the sesame seed cake and pushed it to Mr. Xing.
"Hurry up and do your work."
The master and disciple looked exactly the same.
Shaobing's face was full of dissatisfaction, and his freckles were all squeezed together.
Yue Yunpeng's face was full of embarrassment.
Wu Shaobai, who was holding a string of lobular rosewood beads in his hand, smiled and said,
"Continue."
"Shao Bai, I…"
"Hurry up, there are still ten minutes left.”
"…Eh."
The backstage of Deyun Club's small theater was busy, waiting for the time to arrive.
"
Ya Ya, have you heard of crosstalk?”
In the audience, there were two girls sitting in an inconspicuous corner.
The Overbridge Theater was originally a teahouse. It was filled with tables with fruits and desserts.
However, as Deyun Club's reputation gradually rose, in order to sell more tickets to support their families, the tables and whatnot were removed. Instead, he switched to the foldable chair.
The ticket price was not expensive either. It was 40 to 50 yuan per ticket.
But it was not easy to buy.
If they ran out of tickets, they could still buy them. However, just like what was said in "Selling Hanged Votes," each person would be given a small stool and sit in the aisle to listen. If not, he could just go to the scalpers and buy them at a high price of 100 to 200 yuan each.
But now that his reputation had spread, the audience had come.
Even if they had to sit on a stool, everyone was willing to do so.
It was mainly because of the atmosphere.
And today, two girls had spent a lot of effort to get two tickets, intending to come and listen to this gradually rising reputation of De Yun Society's crosstalk.
At this moment, when she heard her companion's words, Tong Liya shook her head
. But I've seen it on TV many times…
The crosstalk on TV is different from the ones here. That kind of crosstalk was not fun, but the ones here were very fun. You'll know in a while. It's especially interesting.”
"Really? "
The light in Tong Liya's eyes was gradually replaced by curiosity.
The other girl nodded
. It was so fun! Later on, you can follow me and keep your volume up.”
"…Hooting? You can still jeer?"
Tong Liya's eyes were filled with shock.
"Is he willing?"
"Hehe, this is crosstalk.”
"Uh…"
Looking at her companion's excited look, Tong Liya nodded in confusion.
"This…alright."
... At
7 o'clock, the night scene of the club started on time.
Backstage, Wu Shaobai looked at the emcee who had just walked out and continued,
"Do you remember?"
"Yes!"
Yue Yunpeng nodded heavily.
"Learn from Master and find a position for yourself. I'm an artist
…"
"
Let's go then." Wu Shaobai nodded.
As the audience cheered, he waved his white robe and took the lead to walk out.
Yue Yunpeng took a deep breath and quickly followed.
At the same time, she looked at Wu Shaobai's back with envy…
why wasn't he nervous?
"
Oh!"
"Good!"
With
the applause, Wu Shaobai walked to the microphone in front of the table and cupped his hands to the audience who were applauding them.
Yue Yunpeng also learned from him and cupped his hands to everyone.
After the applause gradually died down, he remembered the burden Wu Shaobai had given him. He muttered to the microphone that was shorter than him,
"This microphone is specially prepared for my master. Good fellow, why is it so low?"”
"Hahaha! Haha!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the audience heard this unfamiliar face coming up and mocking Guo Degang, laughing.
From this, it could be seen that Yanjing's audience was much easier to deal with than Tianjin's.
Wu Shaobai also said,
"Indeed, only your master can do this kind of high level in Mandeyun Society."”
"..."
Yue Yunpeng was originally quite happy when he heard the sound of the bag, but when he heard Wu Shaobai's words, he was suddenly stunned and instinctively looked at Wu Shaobai...
and it was this moment of surprise that was coincidentally intertwined with the audience's emotions that gradually reflected after the shock.
"Hahahahaha ~"
Seeing him like that, the audience laughed again.
“……？？？”
Therefore, Yue Yunpeng turned his head speechlessly.
What's wrong now?
I haven't even used my baggage yet. Why are you laughing?
And his puzzled expression in the eyes of the audience had a kind of…very interesting emotion.
Hence, the group of people began to jeer.
"
Yaya, hurry!" Ouch!"
"Uh…"
Following the other audience members, Tong Liya whispered a few times, but her gaze always fell on the white shirt on the stage.
This boy…
who is he…he
looks pretty good.
She thought to herself.
(A woman has finally appeared in 40,000 words. I'm touched myself...) "Shaobai, Shaobai, you don't know, I saw it just now…hey, what are you two doing?”
A small piece of sesame seed cake with freckles on his face came in. When he saw Yue Yunpeng and Wu Shaobai sitting together, one holding a notebook and the other holding a string of beads on her wrist, he asked in puzzlement.
Wu Shaobai waved his
hand.”
"Are you two talking about living? Are you guys going to pair up tonight? Hey, Wu Shaobai, you're not being nice. Didn't we agree that we'll partner up
…"
Yu Xi also walked over. He grabbed the neck of the sesame seed cake and pushed it to Mr. Xing.
"Hurry up and do your work."
The master and disciple looked exactly the same.
Shaobing's face was full of dissatisfaction, and his freckles were all squeezed together.
Yue Yunpeng's face was full of embarrassment.
Wu Shaobai, who was holding a string of lobular rosewood beads in his hand, smiled and said,
"Continue."
"Shao Bai, I…"
"Hurry up, there are still ten minutes left.”
"…Eh."
The backstage of Deyun Club's small theater was busy, waiting for the time to arrive.
"
Ya Ya, have you heard of crosstalk?”
In the audience, there were two girls sitting in an inconspicuous corner.
The Overbridge Theater was originally a teahouse. It was filled with tables with fruits and desserts.
However, as Deyun Club's reputation gradually rose, in order to sell more tickets to support their families, the tables and whatnot were removed. Instead, he switched to the foldable chair.
The ticket price was not expensive either. It was 40 to 50 yuan per ticket.
But it was not easy to buy.
If they ran out of tickets, they could still buy them. However, just like what was said in "Selling Hanged Votes," each person would be given a small stool and sit in the aisle to listen. If not, he could just go to the scalpers and buy them at a high price of 100 to 200 yuan each.
But now that his reputation had spread, the audience had come.
Even if they had to sit on a stool, everyone was willing to do so.
It was mainly because of the atmosphere.
And today, two girls had spent a lot of effort to get two tickets, intending to come and listen to this gradually rising reputation of De Yun Society's crosstalk.
At this moment, when she heard her companion's words, Tong Liya shook her head
. But I've seen it on TV many times…
The crosstalk on TV is different from the ones here. That kind of crosstalk was not fun, but the ones here were very fun. You'll know in a while. It's especially interesting.”
"Really? "
The light in Tong Liya's eyes was gradually replaced by curiosity.
The other girl nodded
. It was so fun! Later on, you can follow me and keep your volume up.”
"…Hooting? You can still jeer?"
Tong Liya's eyes were filled with shock.
"Is he willing?"
"Hehe, this is crosstalk.”
"Uh…"
Looking at her companion's excited look, Tong Liya nodded in confusion.
"This…alright."
... At
7 o'clock, the night scene of the club started on time.
Backstage, Wu Shaobai looked at the emcee who had just walked out and continued,
"Do you remember?"
"Yes!"
Yue Yunpeng nodded heavily.
"Learn from Master and find a position for yourself. I'm an artist
…"
"
Let's go then." Wu Shaobai nodded.
As the audience cheered, he waved his white robe and took the lead to walk out.
Yue Yunpeng took a deep breath and quickly followed.
At the same time, she looked at Wu Shaobai's back with envy…
why wasn't he nervous?
"
Oh!"
"Good!"
With
the applause, Wu Shaobai walked to the microphone in front of the table and cupped his hands to the audience who were applauding them.
Yue Yunpeng also learned from him and cupped his hands to everyone.
After the applause gradually died down, he remembered the burden Wu Shaobai had given him. He muttered to the microphone that was shorter than him,
"This microphone is specially prepared for my master. Good fellow, why is it so low?"”
"Hahaha! Haha!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the audience heard this unfamiliar face coming up and mocking Guo Degang, laughing.
From this, it could be seen that Yanjing's audience was much easier to deal with than Tianjin's.
Wu Shaobai also said,
"Indeed, only your master can do this kind of high level in Mandeyun Society."”
"..."
Yue Yunpeng was originally quite happy when he heard the sound of the bag, but when he heard Wu Shaobai's words, he was suddenly stunned and instinctively looked at Wu Shaobai...
and it was this moment of surprise that was coincidentally intertwined with the audience's emotions that gradually reflected after the shock.
"Hahahahaha ~"
Seeing him like that, the audience laughed again.
“……？？？”
Therefore, Yue Yunpeng turned his head speechlessly.
What's wrong now?
I haven't even used my baggage yet. Why are you laughing?
And his puzzled expression in the eyes of the audience had a kind of…very interesting emotion.
Hence, the group of people began to jeer.
"
Yaya, hurry!" Ouch!"
"Uh…"
Following the other audience members, Tong Liya whispered a few times, but her gaze always fell on the white shirt on the stage.
This boy…
who is he…he
looks pretty good.
She thought to herself.
(A woman has finally appeared in 40,000 words. I'm touched myself...) "Shaobai, Shaobai, you don't know, I saw it just now…hey, what are you two doing?”
A small piece of sesame seed cake with freckles on his face came in. When he saw Yue Yunpeng and Wu Shaobai sitting together, one holding a notebook and the other holding a string of beads on her wrist, he asked in puzzlement.
Wu Shaobai waved his
hand.”
"Are you two talking about living? Are you guys going to pair up tonight? Hey, Wu Shaobai, you're not being nice. Didn't we agree that we'll partner up
…"
Yu Xi also walked over. He grabbed the neck of the sesame seed cake and pushed it to Mr. Xing.
"Hurry up and do your work."
The master and disciple looked exactly the same.
Shaobing's face was full of dissatisfaction, and his freckles were all squeezed together.
Yue Yunpeng's face was full of embarrassment.
Wu Shaobai, who was holding a string of lobular rosewood beads in his hand, smiled and said,
"Continue."
"Shao Bai, I…"
"Hurry up, there are still ten minutes left.”
"…Eh."
The backstage of Deyun Club's small theater was busy, waiting for the time to arrive.
"
Ya Ya, have you heard of crosstalk?”
In the audience, there were two girls sitting in an inconspicuous corner.
The Overbridge Theater was originally a teahouse. It was filled with tables with fruits and desserts.
However, as Deyun Club's reputation gradually rose, in order to sell more tickets to support their families, the tables and whatnot were removed. Instead, he switched to the foldable chair.
The ticket price was not expensive either. It was 40 to 50 yuan per ticket.
But it was not easy to buy.
If they ran out of tickets, they could still buy them. However, just like what was said in "Selling Hanged Votes," each person would be given a small stool and sit in the aisle to listen. If not, he could just go to the scalpers and buy them at a high price of 100 to 200 yuan each.
But now that his reputation had spread, the audience had come.
Even if they had to sit on a stool, everyone was willing to do so.
It was mainly because of the atmosphere.
And today, two girls had spent a lot of effort to get two tickets, intending to come and listen to this gradually rising reputation of De Yun Society's crosstalk.
At this moment, when she heard her companion's words, Tong Liya shook her head
. But I've seen it on TV many times…
The crosstalk on TV is different from the ones here. That kind of crosstalk was not fun, but the ones here were very fun. You'll know in a while. It's especially interesting.”
"Really? "
The light in Tong Liya's eyes was gradually replaced by curiosity.
The other girl nodded
. It was so fun! Later on, you can follow me and keep your volume up.”
"…Hooting? You can still jeer?"
Tong Liya's eyes were filled with shock.
"Is he willing?"
"Hehe, this is crosstalk.”
"Uh…"
Looking at her companion's excited look, Tong Liya nodded in confusion.
"This…alright."
... At
7 o'clock, the night scene of the club started on time.
Backstage, Wu Shaobai looked at the emcee who had just walked out and continued,
"Do you remember?"
"Yes!"
Yue Yunpeng nodded heavily.
"Learn from Master and find a position for yourself. I'm an artist
…"
"
Let's go then." Wu Shaobai nodded.
As the audience cheered, he waved his white robe and took the lead to walk out.
Yue Yunpeng took a deep breath and quickly followed.
At the same time, she looked at Wu Shaobai's back with envy…
why wasn't he nervous?
"
Oh!"
"Good!"
With
the applause, Wu Shaobai walked to the microphone in front of the table and cupped his hands to the audience who were applauding them.
Yue Yunpeng also learned from him and cupped his hands to everyone.
After the applause gradually died down, he remembered the burden Wu Shaobai had given him. He muttered to the microphone that was shorter than him,
"This microphone is specially prepared for my master. Good fellow, why is it so low?"”
"Hahaha! Haha!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the audience heard this unfamiliar face coming up and mocking Guo Degang, laughing.
From this, it could be seen that Yanjing's audience was much easier to deal with than Tianjin's.
Wu Shaobai also said,
"Indeed, only your master can do this kind of high level in Mandeyun Society."”
"..."
Yue Yunpeng was originally quite happy when he heard the sound of the bag, but when he heard Wu Shaobai's words, he was suddenly stunned and instinctively looked at Wu Shaobai...
and it was this moment of surprise that was coincidentally intertwined with the audience's emotions that gradually reflected after the shock.
"Hahahahaha ~"
Seeing him like that, the audience laughed again.
“……？？？”
Therefore, Yue Yunpeng turned his head speechlessly.
What's wrong now?
I haven't even used my baggage yet. Why are you laughing?
And his puzzled expression in the eyes of the audience had a kind of…very interesting emotion.
Hence, the group of people began to jeer.
"
Yaya, hurry!" Ouch!"
"Uh…"
Following the other audience members, Tong Liya whispered a few times, but her gaze always fell on the white shirt on the stage.
This boy…
who is he…he
looks pretty good.
She thought to herself.
(A woman has finally appeared in 40,000 words. I'm touched myself...)
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