eurekapd Chapter 382 Pretending to be sick to watch the live stream
Chapter 382 Pretending to be sick to watch the live stream
"Next, please welcome our second performing guest—"
As the host shouted, the stage lights changed again.
The first senior student gracefully exited the stage under the watchful eyes of everyone.
As a new figure appeared in the center of the stage, the online comments that were frantically showering the first senior with gifts visibly thinned out.
The internet has no memory; the audience's love is forever captured in the next moment's visual stimulation.
but.
Although the first senior's ranking is slowly declining.
But she did, after all, appear before millions of viewers across the internet, raised real donations, and received the media exposure she deserved.
This is the most naked and fairest transaction in the entertainment industry.
At this point, the second performer had already begun.
This is a senior student who pursues a singer-songwriter career, holding a guitar with a deep voice.
On online donation platforms, as soon as this senior student appeared, the total amount of donations he received increased rapidly, ushering in a moment of triumph.
Time passed slowly, and one performer after another took the stage.
The minute hand on the playground moved slowly, like an athlete exhausted before the finish line, but to tens of thousands of spectators, time was stretched out with great tension.
The stage lights flashed, and every melody flowing from the speakers precisely collected donations.
It must be said that the Shanghai Theatre Academy is indeed a place where hidden talents abound.
The four or five senior students who came on stage before us are all well-known figures in the industry.
Some sang upbeat dance music, their waists twisting like water snakes, making the younger students in the audience shout until their voices were hoarse.
Some were affectionate piano princes, their slender fingers flying across the keys, drawing frequent nods from the audience.
The sixth senior student then took the stage.
The background music on stage surprised Jiang Bai slightly.
"This is actually a traditional Chinese style song?"
The crisp sound of the guzheng blends with the rhythm of electronic drumbeats, creating a modern yet ancient atmosphere.
On the stage, a senior student wearing a white, flowing dress with wide sleeves slowly walked onto the stage.
What she held in her hand was not a microphone, but a bright red paper umbrella that, when opened, resembled a sunset falling to the ground.
The singing voice, transmitted through the microphone in the collar, spread throughout the entire playground.
The senior student sang and danced at the same time.
Her figure was extremely beautiful. Under the cover and twirling of that red umbrella, she looked like a cold and beautiful peony blooming in the center of the playground.
Jiang Bai looked at the red umbrella, raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but start comparing it to the umbrella in his mind.
"A red umbrella...it certainly has a good visual impact."
"Tongzi, look."
"The way she opens and closes the umbrella does indeed create a sense of 'half-concealed beauty, like a woman playing the pipa.'"
Jiang Bai thought for a moment, looked at the folding fan in his hand, and muttered to himself.
"If my 'Red Wish' weren't paired with a folding fan, but with a red silk umbrella, wouldn't that sense of 'eternal love at first sight' be even stronger?"
[Ding! Host, the folding fan represents the ultimate balance between heroism and gentleness, the kind of unwavering devotion found in "Red Wish"—"a lifetime for one person, a lifetime without returning home."]
The red umbrella is more feminine, softening the sharpness of your look. Besides, the folding fan Yu Zheng gave you matches your outfit perfectly.
"That's true, a folding fan would be better, it's more dashing."
"I'm a real man, why would I need to be delicate!"
Jiang Bai was discussing with the system when he didn't notice that the gazes around the playground had become intense.
.......
At this moment, Su Ze, sitting below the stage, was tightly gripping two pink inflatable sticks, his eyes fixed on the red umbrella on the stage, while he kept muttering to himself:
"Red clothes...red umbrella...holy crap, this is a perfect match!"
Gu Dapeng chimed in from the side in a muffled voice:
"Bai Zhi is also wearing red today. Look, the hem of her skirt peeking out from under her black trench coat is as red as blood."
"If only this umbrella were attached to it!"
Lin Le is the most professional.
He adjusted his glasses and pointed to the rest of the people on the playground:
"Look, it's not just us who are thinking about it, all the boys in the school are imagining it."
"As soon as this red paper fan came out, the first thing everyone thought of was Sister Baizhi sitting behind us."
"Both are red, this isn't a color clash, this is clearly a 'preview'!"
Sure enough, the surrounding chatter had already gotten out of control.
"This senior sang quite well, but that umbrella... I feel like it would look better on Bai Zhi, the goddess of beauty."
"Don't even mention it! I just saw Goddess Bai Zhi sitting there, and that touch of red under her black trench coat was absolutely stunning!"
"I wonder if Goddess Bai Zhi has any performance props? I guess they're mostly in a traditional Chinese style?"
"Cough cough cough, although looking at the stage and thinking about Bai Zhi makes me feel a little sorry for that senior, there's nothing I can do!"
After the song ended, something interesting happened.
The senior student holding the red oil-paper umbrella received the highest amount of on-site donations among the previous participants.
On stage, the senior student smiled when she saw the amount of the donation.
She heard the murmurs from below the stage. She never expected that her red oil-paper umbrella, which she had accidentally stumbled upon today, would actually help her ride on the coattails of the goddess Jiang Baizhi's popularity!
Yay! It looks like she'll most likely be trending tomorrow!!
.......
at the same time.
Kyoto, a five-star hotel.
Inside the room, the lights were dimmed, with only the large tablet screen emitting a soft white glow.
He Shengming was wrapped in a thick down jacket, holding a hot water bottle, and leaning against the headboard with a slightly pale face.
If you ignore his eyes, which are staring at the screen and are as bright as two-watt light bulbs, he does look quite like a patient suffering from a sudden and serious illness.
"Phew... I finally got through it."
He Shengming breathed a sigh of relief, glancing guiltily at the closed door.
In order to be able to watch the live broadcast at the Shanghai Theatre Academy on time tonight, this dignified general actually performed a scene in front of director Yu Zheng that showed what it means to be "heartbroken and barely breathing".
"Director Yu, I can't take it anymore... My chest hurts and my throat is dry. I guess I caught a chill while filming the snow scene last night."
"Snow...that's artificial snow, buddy! It's made of styrofoam!"
"I caught a cold from contact with artificial snow! Plastic feels cold too!"
Recalling the suspicious look Yu Zheng had given him, as if to say "Are you kidding me?", He Shengming felt a chill run down his spine.
But none of that matters!
The live broadcast of the Shanghai Theatre Academy will not be rebroadcast!
Sick leave can be taken back, and scenes can be reshot.
But if you miss Bai Zhi's performance, you'll never see it again!