I Only Like Your Character Settings

Chapter 82: Fit variety show

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"I'll let Ronaldinho pick you up at noon tomorrow, will you have no class tomorrow?"

Zhou Ziheng opened the door of his house, put on slippers and walked in. There was no one in the living room, but the light was on, and there was half a cup of coffee on the coffee table.

"understood."

"Is there any class tomorrow afternoon?" Jiang Yin was signing the document, and asked casually, "If you have any, ask for a leave in advance. I asked you to give me the class schedule a long time ago, but I haven't given it."

"There's a section..." Zhou Ziheng went upstairs while thinking. He heard a noise in the bedroom. He opened the door and saw that the projector was on, as if there was an art documentary.

"Italian? Or Spanish..." Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself while standing in the bedroom door looking at the projector.

"You also took an Italian course?"

"Ah no," Zhou Ziheng reacted. "It's a public elective course. I will email the teacher to ask for leave." The quilt on the bedroom bed was a big ball, and there was a glass of green transparent wine on the bedside table.

Fell asleep

Zhou Ziheng sat on the bed lightly with headphones on, rummaging through a large ball of quilt, looking for Xia Xiqing, which felt a bit like looking for a kitten in a ball of cotton.

"Say a little bit more when recording the show. I usually don't let you be on this kind of entertaining variety show. This is the first time, more performance."

Zhou Ziheng dealt with it twice, opened the quilt and saw Xia Xiqing's sleeping side face. He pulled off the headset with the microphone and held it in his hand, and leaned in to kiss Xia Xiqing's ear.

"Well..." Xia Xiqing was about to speak in a daze when Zhou Ziheng covered her mouth.

"Shhh..." Zhou Ziheng saw him open his eyes and made a silent gesture at him. On the other side of the phone, Jiang Yin was still explaining some related matters of the show. Zhou Ziheng had already crawled onto the bed and hugged Xia Xiqing. After being so tossed by him, Xia Xiqing also woke up completely. He fell asleep accidentally and did not sleep deeply. Wei frowned and pointed to Zhou Ziheng's earphones, and asked who it was in front of his mouth.

Zhou Ziheng kissed his red lips just after waking up, and answered with his mouth—sister-in-law.

Xia Xiqing nodded and started rubbing his eyes. Zhou Ziheng was a disobedient. He had to hug him and kiss him while calling, and he couldn't push him away. Originally, Xia Xiqing was a person who was irritated to get up, and he was so tempered by him.

"I know, I will tell him." Zhou Ziheng's eyes fell on Xia Xiqing's face, "I don't need to contact you, will everyone from the crew go?" Xia Xiqing's body has a strong herbal aroma mixed with alcohol. As if a touch of subtle bitterness mixed in the warm and soft sugar water, Zhou Ziheng just wanted to kiss his side of the neck.

Xia Xiqing's awakening was completely awakened, but Jiu hadn't yet. He chose to use actions to condemn Zhou Ziheng's irresponsible provocation. Reached out and poured half a cup of unfinished absinthe on the head of the bed.

"Oh, that's okay, fans just want to watch anyway..." Xia Xiqing leaned against the bed, grabbed Zhou Ziheng by the neckline and dragged him in front of him. The distance was compressed into a short distance.

Xia Xiqing tilted her head, rubbed the line of Zhou Ziheng's lips with the tip of her nose, and raised her eyebrows at him.

The action was too fast, and Zhou Ziheng said the remaining half sentence in a daze.

"I'm with Xia Xiqing..."

A pun. Xia Xiqing smiled stubbornly at him, then put his arms around his neck and kissed Ziheng's lips last week, slowly licking, gently biting, and the kiss was shallow and lust, but he didn't go deep into it.

The cold herbal aroma gradually fermented into a very ambiguous fragrance, entwining the two people. Zhou Ziheng's back was covered with a thin layer of hot sweat, and Xia Xiqing avoided Xia Xiqing when he stretched out his hand to hold his face and was about to go deep into it.

The phone was talking about birthdays, and Zhou Ziheng had no time to take care of the specific content. He was full of people in front of him. He could only hang up the phone for a random reason, and the headset cords were pulled aside.

Without the entanglement, Zhou Ziheng directly forced Xia Xiqing to the head of the bed, with his forehead against him, and his voice was low, "You are here to recruit me again."

Xia Xiqing pushed his hand away, playing enough to try to avoid, "Who hired first? Calling on the phone has to wake me up." As she was about to lie down to continue watching the documentary, she was rushed by Zhou Ziheng. Falling on the bed, "I just want to recruit you."

"It crushes me, why is it so heavy." Xia Xiqing frowned. Zhou Ziheng reacted immediately, "Oh, I'm still carrying my schoolbag." He quickly took the schoolbag off and threw it aside, pressing on Xia Xiqing's body and grinning at him, like a large dog leaning on his side neck and sniffing, "Drink What kind of wine does it smell so cold?"

Xia Xiqing chuckled lightly, "At this time, she said she was cold," he held his lips, "isn't it right?"

The autumn twilight is as rich as an oil painting, and the orange sunset immersed in a can of sugar water is under the deep twilight, exchanging a tender kiss with the edge of the coming night.

The variety show arranged by Jiang Yin is different from "Escape from the Sky". It is a long-established variety show with a very high ratings and a broadcast time of more than five years. Therefore, the audience of this show is also relatively wide. The crew of "Following" went to four people, Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing, Yang Bo, and Song Nian.

Xia Xiqing was surprised when she saw Song Nian in the background. Song Nian didn't participate in the promotion when the official blog released the materials. He thought something went wrong, but she came again at this time.

Probably I have thought about it a lot.

The costume styling is brought by the show team. In order to use the self-study CP to stir up the topic, the stylist directly arranged Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng to wear similar couple outfits. Xia Xiqing was wearing a haze blue sweater, underneath was a dark gray fine checkered suit and trousers, her hair was combed to reveal her forehead. Zhou Ziheng wears a white inner with gray pipe pants and a gray-blue windbreaker.

Several hosts of the program group Cue finished the process, and the four guests came together. The fans in the entire recording studio began to scream without seeing it clearly. Xia Xiqing looked down the stage and found that the handwriting and light cards of the self-study CP were almost more than those of the two fans.

MC smiled while holding the microphone, "Let us use the warmest applause to welcome the creators of the "Following" crew. Come on, let’s start with Yang Bo to greet the audience."

The positions of the four people are quite subtle. Yang Bo is on the far left, next to Xia Xiqing. The self-study CP that the audience originally expected did not stand together directly, with Song Nian in between. Except for the microphones in MC's hands, there were only two microphones left for the guests. Yang Bo handed the microphones to Xia Xiqing after the opening remarks. Before Xia Xiqing opened his mouth, the screams from the audience surged over.

He smiled and briefly introduced into the microphone, "Hello everyone, this is Xia Xiqing."

There was another scream. Xia Xiqing turned her head and saw Song Nian holding a microphone in her hand, so she didn't pass the microphone over. When Song Nian introduced herself, her screams were significantly lowered. She finished introducing herself with a sweet smile and turned the microphone. Passed it to Zhou Ziheng, who was standing on the far right.

As soon as Zhou Ziheng took the microphone, the screams flooded the studio. He held the microphone and said a few words and found that the sound did not come out. Xia Xiqing quickly reacted, leaning forward slightly to pass the microphone in his hand to Zhou Ziheng. Unexpectedly, it was such a small move that immediately detonated the fans who had just calmed down, and the screams came and went one after another.

Zhou Ziheng patted his microphone, and there was a voice again, "Hey, can you hear me?"

The voice of a girl in the audience was astonishingly loud, and the whole studio could hear it clearly.

"Inaudible!! Using Mrs. Zhou's microphone!!!"

Xia Xiqing's shoulders shook, none of the guests on the stage laughed stretched, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and smiled, and the atmosphere in the audience was even more enthusiastic.

"Hahahahaha..."

"My god sister Tianxiu! The self-study girl is awesome!"

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng's microphone was okay, Xia Xiqing took the microphone back and ridiculed the self-study girl who had just been off the stage, "I was just stunned, and thought you took his microphone."

There was another burst of laughter in the audience.

Zhou Ziheng, who has always been considered to lack variety, also joked, "My microphone is not so good, it's not as good as your voice."

The stalk of the microphone passed through the audience's hilarious laughter and ridicule, and the recording of the show finally got on the right track. This variety show was basically based on indoor games, and the guests were divided into several groups to compete with each other. The main MC took a lottery box and shook it, "There are four balls in this box, two red and two blue. Let's draw and group."

Yang Bo was impatient, he touched the ball and showed it to everyone, wishing to make a tour.

"Okay, Yang Bo has a red ball in his hand." The main MC shook the box in his hand again, "Let's draw it from the bottom."

Zhou Ziheng reached in, and everyone shouted, "Blue ball, blue ball, blue ball!"

When he stretched out his hand again, Song Nian took the microphone and smiled, "I have a hunch that he is really a blue ball."

Yang Bo also learned the same way, "I have a hunch that he is playing football."

With a smile underneath, Zhou Ziheng raised the ball in his hand, and it turned out to be blue. The audience immediately burst into screams and cheers, and even the host couldn't help laughing, "Isn't it just a blue ball?" People who don't know thought Xi Qing had already drawn a blue ball."

"Hahahahaha... It's more than half a success!"

"Xi Qing must be blue!"

"Xi Qing basketball, Xi Qing basketball!"

Song Nian first draws out a ball. She often goes on variety shows and understands the routines inside. She hides the ball behind her back.

"We will leave the last one to Xi Qing." The host handed the box to Xia Xiqing's hand. Xia Xiqing first looked inside, then pulled the sleeve to cover his hand, and took the ball out of it. , Hidden in your hands. Yang Bo was anxious, "You two will take it out."

"Then the draw is now complete," the host pulled Yang Bo and Zhou Ziheng to the sides. "The one who got the red ball stood next to our Yang Bo, and the one who got the blue ball stood next to Ziheng."

Song Nian glanced at Xia Xiqing not moving. Instead, Xia Xiqing walked towards Zhou Ziheng amidst a scream. Zhou Ziheng kept his eyes fixed on him, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the microphone was resting on his chin. Until Xia Xiqing stood by Zhou Ziheng's side, the screams in the audience did not stop.

"Ah, my self-study is really a pair!"

"Self-study is of course a pair!!!"

Xia Xiqing also gave Zhou Ziheng a short look, thinking that everything was settled. Who knows that the next second, without a microphone, he grabbed Zhou Ziheng’s wrist and said into the microphone with his hand, "I’m here. Tell you," he looked at Zhou Ziheng, took out the red ball in his hand and smiled, "Let me point it."

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Mom, Xia Xiqing is so good!"

After speaking, Xia Xiqing left from Zhou Ziheng's side, walked to Yang Bo's side, and bumped his shoulders with him.

Song Nian also shrugged and came to Zhou Ziheng's side.

"Okay, now the team is separated. Let's start the game." The staff moved up a big lottery turntable from the backstage. The host explained, "There are many classic games of our show on this turntable. We will now invite guest representatives to come. Turn this turntable to see which game will be drawn."

Several people discussed and decided to let the male number one, Zhou Ziheng, turn the turntable. Zhou Ziheng didn't shirk, and stood coolly and turned the turntable. It took a long time for the turntable to stop slowly.

"Okay, dear viewers, the time for much attention has finally arrived..." The host pointed at the pointer and looked at the gradually stopped turntable, "The game is..."

In the end, what stopped in front of the pointer was an orange note with four words written on it.

"You draw me guess!"

Zhou Ziheng squatted on the ground and hugged his head.

"Hahaha God help me too!" Yang Bo laughed and hugged Xia Xiqing vigorously, then pulled him on the tour to blow kisses, and acted as the host of the interview, "Xi Qing, do you have any winning comments as the winner? "

Xia Xiqing smiled solemnly, "I want to know what the punishment is?"

The fans and the audience in the audience leaned forward and backward with laughter, which made Zhou Ziheng even more pitiful. The host couldn't bear to look at the result directly, "Or else Ziheng will do it again?" He asked the audience in the audience, "What do you think? ?"

I thought that the fans in the audience would feel sorry for Zhou Ziheng and let him do it again, but most of the fans yelled.

"do not want!!"

"this one!!"

"Wish to bet!"

Zhou Ziheng smiled helplessly while holding the microphone, "You are all fake fans."

The so-called painting, I guess, in fact, one guest puts on headphones and listens to the song with his back, while the other sits in a high-speed rotating seat, observing the reminder that may appear at any time, and writing the reminder within a limited time. The content is shown to teammates in the form of paintings. The more teammates guess the correct number, the greater the chance of winning.

"This is probably the least suspenseful game in the history of our show." A female MC laughed.

The other MC also laughed, "Who would have thought of a painter to participate in this kind of game you draw and I guess?"

"Who would have thought that Ziheng's hand would be like this?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

At the beginning of the game, the blue team first stood on the game table. Zhou Ziheng thought he had no talent for drawing. He walked over to the earphones and turned his back. Song Nian sat on the seat. She started to scream as soon as the seat turned, and Yang Bo was next to him. Booing, "Don't patronize and yell at the sign."

After turning for a minute, Song Nian's whole body was turned around. When she got off the seat, she almost didn't fall. Xia Xiqing, who was standing on the side, quickly gave her a hand, and Song Nian walked to the drawing board smoothly. Before, pick up the pen and start drawing.

Three minutes was short, Zhou Ziheng turned around as soon as the music in his headphones ended.

"Okay! Niannian, the time is up." The host walked to the drawing board, glanced at it, and bent over with a smile, "Niannian, your drawing... is too abstract, you should be mentally prepared."

Zhou Ziheng made an OK gesture. As a result, he was circled as soon as the drawing board was turned around. On the drawing board, he drew a rather irregular circle and three wavy lines. A pointed mouth was drawn on the top. No Know what it is.

"What is this..." Zhou Ziheng's face wrinkled. Yang Bo and Xia Xiqing are still making trouble nearby.

"You can't see this?" Yang Bo smiled with the microphone. "Two orioles crowing in the green willows."

Xia Xiqing added another sentence, "A line of egrets go up to the sky."

Zhou Ziheng glared at them and sighed helplessly.

"Little bird?"

MC prompt: "Wrong!"

"Swallow?" Zhou Ziheng tried to understand the meaning in the painting. "River? There is a duck on the river? No, this wave line is a bit short, not like a river..."

Yang Bo started humming, "There is a group of ducks downstream from the bridge in front of the gate, come and count them, two, four, six, seven or eight~" He handed the microphone to Xia Xiqing, and Xia Xiqing said with a smile, "Chong Duck" ."

There was a burst of laughter underneath.

"time up!"

The host finally couldn't hold it back anymore, took the cardboard and turned it over, "Since you come here, look at it."

There are four large characters written on the prompt board-the hen lays an egg. Zhou Ziheng looked at it and almost didn't faint. "Oh my God, can't you paint this egg in an oval shape? I thought it was a pebbles."

"I'm so dizzy that I can't hold the pen in my hand," Song Nian stood up and groaned, "Otherwise you can paint later."

Zhou Ziheng turned to take a look at Xia Xiqing, Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows at him, "I won't let you go, you give up."

"Okay, let's go to the red team!" The host restored the drawing board, "Tell me in advance that our punishment this time is very severe."

The audience screamed, "Let the water! Let the water! Let the water! Let the water..."

Xia Xiqing smiled dozingly, "You are so hard to serve." Then he walked to the revolving seat.

"The game starts now!"

The seat turned quite fast, and Xia Xiqing focused his attention on one point, avoiding dizziness to a great extent, and a reminder flashed in front of him with four words written on it.

Xia Xiqing suspects that the program group is watching the dishes and ordering dishes, which is not an order of magnitude difficulty at all!

The seat slowly came to a halt, and Xia Xiqing stabilized his body with the railing, and walked to the drawing board calmly.

"He really didn't release the water, you can see how stable the walk is."

"It's like not turning around hahaha."

"Audience friends, let's take a look at Ziheng's expression."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't bear to look straight and squatted down again, lowering his head and drawing circles on the ground. Xia Xiqing's hand was a little unstable because of the dizziness. He grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and drew on the drawing board quickly.

"Five-four-three-two-one! End!"

The host called to stop, and Xia Xiqing put down the pen in his hand, collapsed on the chair and laughed. He turned his face to see the squatting Zhou Ziheng raising his head, and the two looked at each other.

"Oh my God, you have to take it this time since Heng." The host held the drawing board to his chest, "I have been doing a show for so long, and this is the first time a guest has played this game like this in such a short period of time. This is not necessary. Guess it, kids can guess it."

As soon as he lighted the drawing board, Yang Bo jumped happily three times.

There was a scream in the audience.

"My goodness my little painter!"

"It's so good!"

On the drawing board is a dragon drawn by Xia Xiqing in the way of sketching cartoons. It is very cute, except that it has no eyes.

Yang Bo cleared his throat and spoke quite solemnly, "Although it's all for this purpose, in order to respect our opponents, we still have to take a walk in the process." He smiled and gave the answer together with the audience in the audience. .

"The finishing touch!"

Zhou Ziheng grabbed the drawing board from the host’s hand and pretended to be anxious and ready to throw it on the ground. At the beginning of the audience, he retracted his hand again, touched the drawing board, and stuffed it into Xia Xiqing’s hand, with his back facing the camera. Blinked his left eye at him.

"I admit defeat." Zhou Ziheng stood back to the position of the blue team, with a petting and helpless smile on his face.

"Who can win if you meet him."

This sentence simply detonated the entire studio and almost lifted the roof.