The reborn manotaku

“Hands up.”

“Stand up… Naturally…”

In the room, Li Huai tried on clothes like a puppet under the command of Cheng Yuanyuan.

The little goblin was fine these two days, so he went to Wangfujing for a day and bought him decent clothes.

Li Huai also found an advantage of his girlfriend, the little goblin’s clothing taste always seems to be ahead of the times, but it does not seem so obtrusive.

A casual cut small jacket, skinny black trousers, and leather boots are inexplicably British.

At this time, influenced by “Confused Boy” and Hong Kong films, young people’s clothing trends are generally earthy and Hong Kong, and Li Huai obviously has a different feeling after wearing this outfit.

“Hey, look at my daughter-in-law’s eyes.”

Li Huai posed a few times in front of the mirror.

The goblin didn’t speak, but suddenly hugged him from behind, his face pressed to his back, and hugged him tightly.

Li Huai was silent for a moment and smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

Then neither of them spoke, just stood quietly, enjoying the quiet time that had been hard to come in the past few days.

Knock knock, knock sounded at the door.

Li Bo’s voice came from outside the door, “Xiao Li, we should go.”

“Here it is.”

Li Huai finally took a deep look at himself in the glasses and walked out with the goblin.

The group left the hotel, got into the car and went straight to Yanjing TV.

It was just after noon, and the talk show was called Focus, which was scheduled for four-thirty in the afternoon.

No way, after all, it is not an ace column that can be arranged in prime time.

At this time, the capital was far less congested than in later generations, and they arrived in Chaoyang District more than half an hour later.

Yanjing TV just merged with the radio station last year, and even at this time period, you can see people constantly coming in and out.

The column group sent a young man to wait at the door, and after connecting with everyone, he led them straight to the studio.

At this time, several staff members were already busy, debugging the lights and equipment, and a young man in a royal blue suit was sitting in the front seat looking at the manuscript.

After seeing them come in, he hurriedly walked over, with a professional smile on his spiritual face, “Classmate Li Huai, welcome, I am Ding Hui, the host of the focus talk.”

Li Huai also smiled and shook his hand, “Hello Brother Ding, you can be merciful in a while.”

Ding Hui was a little surprised, he read the information and learned that Li Huai was only a high school student in a mountainous county, rarely going to other places, and the teenager in front of him was not only dressed smartly, but also spoke without stage fear, looking like an old man.

Could it be that the information is wrong?

Although strange, Ding Hui just stunned and said with a smile: “Where and where, I am looking forward to the performance of a talented young writer, come, I will take you to familiarize yourself with the venue first.”

In fact, there is nothing to be familiar with, after all, it is a talk show, and the stage arrangement is very simple, just a few beige sofas and a podium with a column logo.

From the perspective of Li Huai’s later generations, the lighting is also very poor, and the yellow, red, yellow and red are full of earthy flavor.

After explaining some precautions, Li Huai and they were taken to the lounge. I

haven’t seen Ji Ling and Ark since I came in, but it’s normal, after all, this is not a fake show, and everyone will not sit down to the lines and acting skills.

Cheng Yongjun didn’t come when he had something to do, so only Old Li, the little goblin and Li Bo were by his side, they were afraid of adding pressure to Li Huai, and they just kept chatting about some things they saw and laughed about.

Time passed minute by minute, and after being called to the dressing room to briefly pounce some foundation, no one bothered, and soon it was time for the live broadcast.

Lao Li and the three of them were arranged to enter through another passage to sit in the front row, while Li Huai stood behind the curtain on the side of the stage.

Fang Zhou and Ji Ling were already sitting on the stage sofa whispering something, both of them were a little grim, but Fang Zhou was thin, his eyes were small, his mouth was big, and he was quite strange in a plaid shirt.

Ji Ling, on the other hand, was a short, middle-aged man with puffy eye bubbles and black-framed glasses, looking a little gloomy.

On the sofa in the center of the stage, Ma Du and the Yan University professor had already sat down, and the host Ding Hui was smiling and chatting with them, with a very respectful attitude.

Li Huai has to wait a while before going out, after all, his true appearance is also one of the breaking points.

The stage is already full of people one after another, Li Huai is not strange, I think these are professional audiences hired by the TV station, is it still his fan?

Viewed from under the stage and on stage, it is a completely different perspective.

The offstage stands were bright and beautiful, and Li Huai could look up to see the messy steel frame and strange lights at the top of the stage. Life is like a play,

a play is like life, and today is his first step on the stage.

Will there be stage fright?

Just kidding, Lao Tzu grew up on stage!

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At the same time, many also turned on the TV.

Dongyang County, inside the troupe compound.

“Hurry up, hurry up, it’s time to start.”

“This old Li family, it won’t be a shame to make such a big event without making a sound.”

“Lost who, lost yours? Being able to be on TV is a human skill. In the first middle school, there

is usually half an hour of activity time before the afternoon self-study, there are people playing football and playing ball on the playground, and there is chaos in the campus and corridors, but the third class of high school is quiet at the moment.

Zheng Kai opened the TV cabinet, tuned to Yanjing Tai, and then turned around and said: “It’s all quiet, don’t move too much.”

Some students rolled their eyes, but still watched intently at the TV with the sound turned down, and even the most hard-working stuffy gourd put down the exercises in his hand.

The classmates who get along day and night actually become best-selling authors?

Some students are still in disbelief, while others quietly clench their fists.

My future must be no worse than his!

The head teacher Lao Cui appeared on the rear window glass, but after thinking about it, he turned his back and quietly left the corridor, he also wanted to go home to see how his students were doing. Zhang

Hongqi, the editor of the two literary websites and XX Literature and Art Publishing House, was sitting in front of the TV at this moment.

16:31

With a burst of rapid music, the focused word-of-art sign suddenly appeared, and at the same time the stage lights were turned on, and with the camera approaching, the host Ding Hui stood in front of the stage: “Gather big and small things, focus on social hot spots, good afternoon to the audience, welcome to the spotlight.”

“In recent days, a book called ‘The Legend of the Grave Robber’ has aroused widespread discussion in society, and both the content of the book and its author have become the focus of debate.

Today, we have invited several guests to discuss this matter. Next, I would like to introduce a few of the guests who are present.

“Famous writer, Mr. Ji Ling.”

A rare applause sounded, and Ji Ling’s face was a little ugly.

“Staying in the United States, fighting fake fighters Ark master.”

Warm applause broke out immediately, and several people even shouted yes.

In the past two years, people have suffered from counterfeit and shoddy products, and after entering the WTO, they know that they are known as the country of copycat and inferior goods.

“Mr. Ma Tuo, a famous writer, screenwriter, antique collector and curator of Guanfu Museum.”

The applause remained enthusiastic.

In the early nineties, Ma Tuo was already famous, and the “Editorial Office” and “Seahorse Dance Hall” written by Liu Zhengyun and Wang Shuohe swept the country, and later published books, engaged in collections, and opened museums, which had a lot of influence in Beijing and Tianjin.

“Professor of the Department of Archaeology of Yan University, Wang Su.”

Applause continued to sound, Yanda was the highest institution after all, and people were still in awe of the professor at this time.

After the applause quieted down, Ding Hui’s voice began to become mysterious and low,

“He, originally an ordinary high school student in the central county, but when he first tried to write, he became famous all over the world!”

“However, with it came great controversy and discussion, and his body was full of mysteries.”

“Let’s welcome, author of “The Legend of the Grave Robber”, Li Huai!”

Listening to this old-fashioned hosting style, Li Huai, who was on the side of the stage, was embarrassed for a while, but after hearing his name, he immediately walked out.

As he walked, he turned around and greeted the audience politely.

Dongyang County No. 1 Middle School, at this time is the time for self-study, the originally quiet campus, but suddenly from the third class of high school, there was a burst of noise.

“I lean, it’s really this product!”

“Badass awesome!”

“This kid dresses up, he looks like a dog.”

At the same time, Li Huai was also taken aback, because there was a sudden cheer from the audience.

There were students and white-collar young people, and they suddenly held up signs that said cheer one by one.

The broadcast screen advanced to them at the right time, and at the same time the voice of the host Ding Hui sounded:

“This is Li Huai’s book fans, after the preview of our column was broadcast, they came to cheer one after another, and the farthest one even came from Qingdao.”

After hearing the sudden shout, Lao Li and the little goblin quickly turned their heads.

Seeing this scene, Li Guoqiang’s lips trembled a little, while the little goblin covered his mouth, tears flashing in his eyes.

Compared with Li Huai, in fact, the psychological pressure of the two of them is greater, and although the number of people who rushed to support them is small, it gives them great confidence and comfort.

The old writer Ji Ling’s face became even more ugly, Fang Zhou’s face was expressionless, and his eyes flickered without knowing what he was thinking.

Since he was a child, Li Huai has seen countless thanks in the troupe, and it is strange why they are so excited and happy.

And now, he knows.

Li Huai didn’t know what to say, so he learned from his father, stood straight, and bent down deeply…