It is said that there is a new type of mental illness called "bystander embarrassment".
The specific performance is as follows: when watching TV dramas and movies, if they see the protagonist in the work do any stupid things, the bystanders will have an uncontrollable embarrassment, and they can't wait to turn off the TV immediately, turn around and leave the stage.
But now, when Yang Xiao witnessed Miao Mengchu's stupid appearance, an electric current swept through her body instantly, causing her scalp to go numb, her smile stiff, and even her toes curled up in her high heels involuntarily.
It's a pity that this is not a TV series, and the remote control is not in Yang Xiao's hands. All she can do is to interrupt their conversation as soon as possible, and stop letting that idiot become narcissistic towards the guests.
"Miao..." Before she could call out Miao Mengchu's name, Feng Xiang suddenly spoke.
The man who was over two meters tall lowered his head and looked at the "mini man" in front of him that only reached his waist, showing a handsome smile.
"Are you my fan?" Feng Xiang asked kindly, "Have you watched any of my football games?"
"I've seen it!" Miao Mengchu recited the information she just found on the Internet without blinking, "The match between you and Shougang last season was amazing! You played in the last minute of the fourth quarter. At the same time, he dunked the rebound and turned the game around with one goal!"
"Your memory is really good." The broken eyebrow on Feng Xiang's left was raised high, with an uninhibited taste, "You can even remember the details of the game half a year ago, it seems that you are really my loyal fan. ."
Miao Mengchu immediately nodded shamelessly, secretly delighted in his heart: Sure enough, men like creatures are all such fascinated guys. The evaluation of Feng Xiang among fans is polarized. Half admire him for his superb skills and ability to control the field; the other half criticize him for his chaotic private life. You can easily get his WeChat ID.
Of course, Miao Mengchu was not his fan. She didn't know anything about basketball at all. She was so ingratiating to Feng Xiang, just to get close. Anyway, she is a nominal executive director, and it is natural to have contact with guests. When the show is finished and she writes a work report, she can easily write "connecting with guests" in her email - such a thing as taking credit , She has done a lot in the previous program group, relying on Huang Laoxie's favor, no one dares to say anything.
As for Yang Xiao's opinion... cut. Miao Mengchu thought bitterly: Yang Xiao, that woman is quite beautiful, she was able to invite Feng Xiang to the show, and she also used some "extraordinary means".
They are all people in a dye vat, who is cleaner than the other.
Thinking of this, the smile on Miao Mengchu's face became more eager. She was the best at flattering, holding Feng Xiang every sentence, and pretending to be his loyal fan.
The more the two chatted, the more speculative they became, and Feng Xiang suddenly asked, "By the way, Xiaomiao, where are the signed jerseys and sneakers? I'm just fine now, and I can sign them all before the broadcast."
"Huh?" What jersey and sneakers? Although Miao Mengchu was "water", she also carefully read the script twice before the broadcast, and did not see any signature link.
"This is what Yang Xiao communicated with me on WeChat yesterday." Feng Xiang said, "Because this issue is a 'champion special', your program team bought several pieces of my same style from the club, including three No. 8 jerseys. And a pair of 46-size boots, let me sign it, and say that after the show is broadcast, I will take it to the lottery."
"Oh... oh." Miao Mengchu thought angrily that Yang Xiao didn't tell her that the program had changed so much! Sure enough, he kept a hand behind her back. "No. 8 jersey and size 46 boots, right? Wait a minute, they should be in the backstage, I'll ask a logistics agent..."
After speaking, Miao Mengchu beckoned to stop a passing logistician.
"No need." Feng Xiang interrupted her, his face still smiling, "I suddenly remembered..."
Miao Mengchu: "What do you remember?"
Feng Xiang looked down at her: "I remember my ball size is 3 and my shoe size is 47."
Miao Mengchu: "..."
Feng Xiang hooked his lips and smiled: "My 'loyal fan', you can't even remember my ball number and shoe size. It seems that you are not very 'loyal'."
Yang Xiao, who stood in the corner watching everything: "..." No, no, she is professionally trained, she must not laugh at this time! ! !
But... she couldn't help it.
Yang Xiao retreated to the corner, covered his mouth and laughed wildly for a while. After sorting out her emotions, she stomped her high-heeled shoes twice, and then pretended to be in a hurry, interrupting this absurd comedy that was embarrassing to the point of tingling her scalp.
"Miao Miao, Captain Feng, where are you?" She pretended to be serious and said with a serious face, "The recording of the show is still half an hour away. Captain Feng, have you finished reading the script? Do you have any questions? Miao Miao, you If you have nothing to do, listen to it and write down the main points of the work."
Miao Mengchu jumped up like her butt was on fire: "I, I still have something to do." She had just lost a lot of face in front of Feng Xiang, the lie was completely exposed, and she didn't dare to stay any longer: "I... It seemed that people were being called to the camera just now, I'll go check the camera with them."
After speaking, she didn't wait for the other two to answer, and immediately ran out without looking back.
I don't know, I thought there were two tigers here.
Yang Xiao looked at her back as she ran away in a hurry, and shook her head helplessly. Miao Mengchu's cleverness, why doesn't he need to be on the right path
"Miss Yang, did you actually see it just now?" Feng Xiangyou asked behind him.
"..." Yang Xiao didn't know whether to play stupid or tell the truth.
"That colleague of yours is really interesting." Feng Xiang shrugged, "Do I look like the kind of person who has a brain? He actually used a beauty trick on me."
Yang Xiao was even more embarrassed. It was obviously not her fault, why did she suffer such embarrassing torture here? God, she wished she had a remote in her hand that could skip this entire episode.
Feng Xiang couldn't hear her complicated mental activities, he said slowly, "Unfortunately, that Miss Miao made a mistake. She misestimated my taste, and I'm not interested in her type."
The atmosphere was silent for a while, Yang Xiao looked at the script in his hand, and prayed silently in his heart that this topic would end here.
Feng Xiang didn't say a word when she saw her, but he didn't want to let her go like this: "Yang Xiao, why don't you ask, which type do I like?"
Yang Xiao had no choice but to follow his words: "What type of girl does Captain Feng like?"
"—I like your type of girl." Feng Xiang suddenly stretched out his hand, took the script from her hand, and then—replaced it with a room card.
Yang Xiao: "…"
Although, but not necessarily.
Yang Xiao looked at the hard card in his palm, with the logo of a five-star hotel in the city center printed on it. There have been rumors before that Feng Xiang's waistband is very loose. He has booked a suite in a certain hotel for a long time, and a female fan who sees the eye directly takes him there to spend the spring night. Yang Xiao knew about this for a long time, but she and him were only in a working relationship, and she didn't care about the players' private lives.
But I didn't expect... She also received the room card one day.
Although when I was a reporter and ran the front line before, I had encountered people who didn't have eyesight who wanted to unspoken rules for her; but as a program director, this was the first time in history.
Yang Xiao sighed deeply in his heart.
Then look up and smile.
"You like a girl like me?" Her expression was calm and calm, her tone soft, but with a hint of edge, "It's a coincidence, my boyfriend also likes a girl like me."
"..." Feng Xiang was not frustrated, he deliberately murmured in an intimate tone, "Xiaoxiao, you don't really know, why should I agree to this little show that I've never heard of before?"
Yang Xiao asked back: "Isn't it because I'm your junior's girlfriend, do you look at Meng Yufan's face?"
Feng Xiang's expression froze instantly.
"… Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Suddenly, the man burst into laughter. His laughter attracted the attention of the staff in the corridor. His manager was on the phone, but he hung up the phone and walked over quickly.
The agent stopped in front of them and asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong?"
"It's nothing." Yang Xiao flipped his wrist and hid the room card under the table, "I'm here to tell Captain Feng that the recording will start in fifteen minutes."
…
"Little girl, are you a staff member? Please come here." A middle-aged man in his forties beckoned to Liu Yueyue in the backstage of the auditorium of the studio.
Liu Yueyue looked down at the badge on her neck and determined that the middle-aged man was calling her.
"Hello, are you...?" Liu Yueyue ran over and asked suspiciously.
"I'm the head of the group." The middle-aged man spoke with a local accent, "I've been with Teacher Yang before."
Teacher Yang in his mouth was referring to Yang Xiao. In this place on TV, everyone who sees them has to be called a teacher, no matter how big or small the official position is.
"Midnight Heart" is a ring-shaped auditorium, and one hundred live audiences are required for each recording. There are many ways to gather audiences, such as going to colleges and universities to issue tickets, opening registration on the WeChat public account, or guests bringing their own fan groups.
Their program was recorded in the afternoon, no water and meals, and no mobile phones. One audience member is 100 yuan, and the group leader is 20 yuan. It is considered a relaxed fat man. The group leader has cooperated with them for a long time, and the relationship is quite good.
At the recording site of this issue, there are fifty fans of Feng Xiang in the audience, and the other fifty were recruited by the crowd. Like this kind of close-up talk show, you can't include all star fans, and there must be some "money to do things" audiences interspersed in it. Because the power of fans to gather together is very terrifying, if you are not careful, you will get out of the basket.
Liu Yueyue was mainly in charge of post-editing. She didn't have to watch the scene during recording, but Yang Xiao wanted her to learn more, so she called her here to be a mobile NPC. Watch more, learn more, and help out. Liu Yueyue asked the group leader, "Are you looking for Sister Yang now? She seems to be going backstage. If you're in a hurry, I'll find her."
"No, no, it's okay to find you." The wrinkles on the faces of the crowd piled up, showing a pleasing smile, "It's like this, you want the audience to be in a hurry this time, and today is still a holiday, the audience doesn't It’s easy to find, so the quality of the audience this time…”
The audience is not just looking for it. It can't be too ugly, it can't be too good-looking, it can't be too dramatic, it can't be as indifferent as wood, it can't be gorgeously dressed, and it can't be dirty... In short, the audience is the set, and the less you choose, the better.
Liu Yueyue understood the meaning of the group's head: "So this time, is there a particularly bad person in the audience?"
"No no no, you misunderstood." The group head waved his hand, "It's not particularly bad, it's very good."
"… what?"
"I have an audience here. He is handsome and very tall. Even if he sits in the last row, he is much more conspicuous than the others."
Liu Yueyue was very curious: "Oh, where is he? If it's really tall, I'll move him a small stool."
"There—" The group leader pointed to the side auditorium.
Liu Yueyue looked in the direction of his fingers, and she met a pair of dog-like, clear and bright eyes.
"Hi~!" Meng Yufan, who was sitting in the audience, waved at her and said happily, "Where is Sister Xiaoxiao? I want to give her a surprise!"