"Teacher Hu Shanhe can be regarded as an old man in our Spring Festival Gala. Do you like his sketches?"
Shen Mo, another beautiful host of the Spring Festival Gala, raised the microphone and asked loudly to the audience.
"like!"
Shen Mo has always been very popular among the audience. As soon as they heard her question, all the audience shouted at the top of their lungs.
"The following program is still a sketch, but its performer is a newcomer to the Spring Festival Gala. Do you want to see the sketch he brought to us?"
"think!"
After Hu Shanhe's sketch performance ended, many viewers in front of the TV were already ready to turn off the TV and go to sleep. But when they suddenly heard the host's words, they couldn't help but feel a little curious.
How could the directing team of the Spring Festival Gala connect two sketches together? This has never happened before! More importantly, in previous years, Hu Shanhe's skit appeared during the prime time of the Spring Festival Gala. Why was it moved fifteen minutes earlier this year? Could it be that the skit that was about to start was more awesome than Hu Shanhe's
On Weibo, netizens are also discussing this matter.
"A newcomer who has just arrived at the Spring Festival Gala can perform at such an awesome prime time, so how incredible must his program be?"
"It can't be a related account. In that case, I won't watch it to avoid being too poisoned!"
"Hey! It's already here anyway. It's just a few minutes away! Although I don't have high hopes for this Spring Festival Gala, Xia Qing and Hu Shanhe's performances really surprised me, even if it's just a few minutes. It’s not that unacceptable to let me watch rubbish for ten minutes!”
On the TV screen, Shen Mo laughed again at this time and said: "Let us use the warmest applause to welcome Teacher Qin Hao to bring us "The Return of the Great Sage"!"
At this time, the audience, both live and in front of the TV, couldn't help being stunned after hearing this, and asked curiously: "Which Qin Hao?"
"Damn it! Isn't it? It can't be that teacher Qin Hao, right?"
Netizens on Weibo also exploded at this time. In just a few seconds, a large wave of Weibo posts flooded the screen:
"Haha, I knew things were not that simple. Qin Hao will definitely appear on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala!"
"No wonder he has the confidence to fight with Hu Shanhe. It turns out that he is also going to be on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala today!"
"Did Teacher Qin Hao make a mistake at this time? Why do we have to choose this time to compete with Hu Shanhe? Hu Shanhe's skit this time has been widely praised! I'm afraid few people can surpass it!"
"Yes! After all, Hu Shanhe is a master with divine power. It seems that Qin will fall for this slap in the face!"
"Yeah, it's really a pity! Many people came to watch Hu Shanhe's performance. As soon as Hu Shanhe's skit ended, I'm afraid people have turned off the TV. I'm afraid Teacher Qin Hao really won't be able to slap him in the face!"
"No matter what, I will definitely support Teacher Qin Hao's works. Even if it's just the song "Where Has the Time Gone" written by him, I have to keep reading it!"
"Yes, I have to support Teacher Qin Hao's previous works! Teacher Qin Hao's sketches, I believe they won't be too bad!"
"That's right. If it wasn't good, Teacher Qin Hao wouldn't have gotten into it, otherwise it would have ruined his reputation!"
"Forget it, don't say anything. I'm going to call my classmates and let them all watch this skit right now!"
"Haha, yes, I also let my good friends watch Teacher Qin Hao's skits!"
After watching Hu Shanhe's skit, Wang Lin and her parents were also packing up and getting ready for bed. However, just when she was about to turn off the TV, she suddenly heard what the host Shen Mo said, and she froze for an instant.
"Ah! Great!"
When she came to her senses, she immediately let out a surprised laugh, then rushed towards Shenfa at lightning speed, grabbing the phone in her hand.
"Members of Qin Hao's fan support group, Teacher Qin Hao will perform a skit on the Spring Festival Gala soon. Remember to watch it!"
Wu Qingqing had already laid down at this time, but instead of sleeping, she was watching the news on her mobile phone. Just when she put her phone aside and was about to close her eyes and sleep, there was a sudden vibration from her phone. At this time, she couldn't help but feel curious: It was so late, how could anyone still be chatting? Shouldn’t everyone watch the Spring Festival Gala today
Although she was already a little sleepy, Wu Jingjing still turned on her phone. However, when she saw the content displayed on the phone screen, she immediately felt ecstatic. At this time, she seemed to have been beaten to death. She jumped up from her bed, ran into the living room in three steps, and turned on the TV.
"Jingjing, why are you still watching TV? If you don't go to bed early, you have to get up early tomorrow!"
At this moment, my mother's somewhat harsh voice suddenly came from my parents' bedroom.
Wu Qingqing couldn't help laughing at this time and said: "Mom, Teacher Qin Hao is attending the Spring Festival Gala, I want to watch it!"
After a while, my parents' bedroom door opened. At this time, the parents were sitting next to their daughter in their pajamas, watching TV with interest.
Weibo became lively again at this time. Many netizens who were familiar with Qin Hao had already gotten out of bed and turned on the TV. When they saw the program information on the TV screen, they couldn't help but become curious.
"When the Great Sage returns, is he telling the story of Sun Wukong?"
"That should be the case. Didn't Teacher Qin Hao write a book called "The Legend of Wukong" before? This sketch should also be related to the story of Journey to the West, right?"
"I think it must be so. Only Teacher Qin Hao dares to create such a sketch! Just for the sake of "The Legend of Wukong", even if this sketch is a piece of shit, I will do it!"
"That's awesome, brother, but don't worry, just for the sake of "The Legend of Wukong", this skit can't be too bad. Teacher Qin Hao will never do anything to ruin his own brand!"
"Yes! The only thing I'm worried about now is that he has no experience in performing sketches, and it's his first time to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, so don't be nervous!"
At the home of Qin Hao's parents, the couple originally sat side by side on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala, but after a while, his mother fell asleep on the sofa. After watching Hu Shanhe's skit, my father turned off the TV.
At this time, my father picked up the tea cup on the coffee table. Just after taking a sip of water, my mother's phone rang. At this time, my father saw that my mother was sleeping soundly, so he did not wake her up. He picked up the phone on the coffee table. It turned out that the call was from his niece Li Yan.
"It's just the 30th year, so why are you starting to celebrate the New Year? Could it be that something happened at home?"
Thinking of this, Dad didn't dare to neglect, and quickly connected the phone. Before he could speak, he heard Li Yan's startled voice: "Auntie, when did my brother come back? Why?" You didn't even tell us that he was on the Spring Festival Gala. Fortunately, I didn't turn off the TV. Otherwise, wouldn't I have missed my brother's show?"
Hearing this suddenly, even though my father had a good psychological quality, he was also shocked by this heavy news. The teacup he was holding in mid-air dropped to the coffee table with a bang, making a "loud noise" ", which immediately woke my mother up from her deep sleep.
"What time is it now? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" My mother said curiously, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
Who would have thought that my father didn’t pay any attention to my mother’s words at this time, but said with a slightly trembling voice: “Xiaoyan, I am your eldest uncle, can you say it again, Xiaohao is going to the Spring Festival Gala?”
"Oh, uncle! It's not that he wants to fuck, but he has already fucked. You can see him when you turn on the TV now!"
After hanging up the phone, Dad was still a little confused. After being stunned for a while, he quickly grabbed the remote control on the coffee table.
When my mother saw her father ignoring her, she couldn't help but become a little angry. She pointed at his nose and said, "Old man, what do you mean? I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"