After the performance, Jin Feihong stepped off the stage amid applause.
There was still an unconcealable pride on his face.
It is indeed a very honorable thing to be able to be Gu Qiu's ladder in front of the senior management of the 60,000 Absolute Beginning Holy Land, at least he thinks so.
Jin Feihong went back behind the scenes and saw An Lin who was still waiting to take the stage.
He walked towards An Lin and smiled at An Lin like an old friend.
There was no anger on Jin Feihong's face at all, but his eyes were full of indifference and overlooking when he looked at An Lin, as if the other party was an insignificant ant.
"Did you see the gap between you and us?"
"Trainees... don't think that you can perform on stage just because you are so good. You are just a supplement."
"If you came on stage after Gu Qiu, would the audience treat you as shit?"
Seeing An Lin's dignified expression, Jin Feihong smiled brightly.
He knew that it was his strength that made Anlin feel fear, so he could only use this expression to deal with it.
He likes to watch the person who provoked him fall into the abyss step by step, fall into despair step by step in front of his powerful strength, and finally either collapse or beg for mercy.
Jin Feihong enjoyed this feeling very much.
"Jin Feihong, don't push yourself too hard! Brother Dabao is a trainee recognized by the gold medal instructors. What right do you have to scold Brother Dabao?!" Yingbao suddenly stood up at this time and glared at Jin Feihong.
Seeing the girl who jumped out, Jin Feihong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Hehe, trainee, have you fallen to the point where a girl stands up for you?"
"I hope you can perform well. It's okay to be the artist with the least amount of tickets in the audience, but don't be scolded by the audience to step down..."
Seeing the unconcealable worry on An Lin's face, Jin Feihong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, as if looking at a shivering little sheep, he stopped pestering and walked away.
He still has a lot of time to play with An Lin in the future, and tonight is just a prologue, or it is just the beginning of Liu Dabao's nightmare.
An Lin didn't speak from the beginning to the end, not because he couldn't refute, but because he was still thinking about going on stage, and the worries that Jin Feihong saw were real.
But it's not the worry of being scolded by the audience for stepping down.
It's about how to make the flower ticket more than double Gu Qiu's worry...
The famous performance after Jin Feihong ended, which further lowered the audience's expectations.
At this time, the host Hongjie came on stage.
She smiled and announced the next performance track.
"Next, trainee Liu Dabao will be invited to perform for us and do vegetable dance!"
As soon as the voice fell, the entire audience in the venue was stunned.
"Did I hear you right? Do vegetable dance?"
"Cooking can also be choreographed into a dance? Is this a new type of funny show?"
"Hehe, Hongmofang has also been reduced to the point where it is going to make an uproar?"
"Trainee Liu Dabao? Now trainees can also enter this level of performance feast? Does Hongmofang want to vigorously train this newcomer!"
Some viewers questioned, while others were amazed.
They who seemed indifferent to the follow-up program because of Gu Qiu's performance before, couldn't help turning their eyes to the stage. Of course, those eyes were not kind.
This is a trainee! A trainee who isn't even the top card! I'm afraid he is the only trainee who performed on stage at Red Ink Night, right
They all want to see what kind of clown dares to step into the Hall of Elegance.
Trainees and famous artists also turned their attention to the center of the stage.
Jin Feihong was also there, with a smile on his face.
He was waiting for An Lin to make a fool of himself.
Under the eyes of everyone, a man in white clothes and holding a black frying pan began to appear in the center of the stage, holding a frying pan and a shovel, and posing in a strange yet handsome cooking pose.
"Pfft... what kind of look is this? Is he really here to be funny?"
"Don't say it, I think this posture is pretty good."
"Also, this Liu Dabao looks quite handsome, especially when you focus on it..."
A viewer found the bright spot, but only viewed it as a funny show.
"Come on! Brother Dabao!" Ying Bao yelled in the background to come on.
Different from the enthusiastic cheers and screams of other famous and top brands, An Lin's appearance only had perfunctory applause and heartfelt laughter.
No way, this shape is too unique.
At this time, An Lin had already started greeting the audience.
"Hi everyone, I'm Liu Dabao, a trainee. My specialty is cooking, dancing and being handsome. Next, I will perform a very special dance for you."
As soon as An Lin finished speaking, the fast and dynamic music started.
Immediately afterwards, his spatula was like a knife, and the black pot was like ink, and he began to sway in the void. A unique and unimaginable beauty made some audience who were digesting An Lin smile on their faces.
"This... this dance..."
"How can it be?!"
Jin Feihong's eyes also widened, his face full of disbelief.
"The spatula is like turning up the world, and the frying pan is like the mind of a chef who can put the world into the pot. You can see the world between flipping and tossing!"
Countless people were shocked, including Yingbao.
Even those gold medal mentors showed shock on their faces.
An Lin didn't bring a shovel to the show he gave them before!
And these movements have become more high-end, more in line with the avenue, and even a dance way beyond their comprehension!
The Dragon Emperor was dumbfounded.
Linghuang is a gloomy child-like existence, when he saw this dance, he immediately floated up.
The Red Emperor in the eighth district, a woman in a red neon dress and feather coat, also stood up, her eyes sparkling: "My Hongmofang, there are such talents?"
The district chiefs were so shocked, not to mention the audience.
They used to look at the jokes with disdain, but now they are so shocked that they can't speak, they can only stare blankly, and feel the special beauty naturally, as if the way of heaven is reasonable, and everything is right. It is so comfortable and beautiful.
"This person...is a trainee, Liu Dabao?" On the window sill of the independent viewing room, Yunxian stood quietly, looking at the man on the stage with some absentmindedness.
"What a terrible opponent... My dancing skills have been challenged..." In another viewing room, the Golden Wheel Dancer exclaimed.
Gu Qiu also opened the small window of the independent viewing room, looking at the man dancing with a pan and spatula in the center of the stage, his eyes were as moist as water, and he watched without saying a word.
The three top players were all focused on watching An Lin's performance.
This was a treatment Jin Feihong had never had before.
In terms of performance techniques and suitable Dao realm, An Lin's cooking dance is already comparable to the top level dance. After watching such a dance for a long time, you will even feel your stomach growling, always wanting to eat order something.
An Lin is betting on the title of God of Cooking in Heaven and performing!
Just when the audience thought the show would end like this.
An Lin suddenly took out a chicken from the ring! !
(end of this chapter)