"It would be nice if we also had fans leaving messages." Su Yin looked at the photos taken by fans one after another, feeling a lot of emotions.

"Actually, there are," Zhou Yiyang paused and whispered, "but you're not permanent guests after all. If I ask you to get fan messages, then the other guest stars will have to do it too. That way, the workload will be too much, and the audience will find it repetitive after watching it too much."

"Yeah," Tang Yue nodded in understanding. "Brother Yang, the following segments won't be similarly sentimental, right?"

"Of course not," Zhou Yiyang smiled and shook his head. He glanced at Tang Yue, as if surprised that she would think so. "This isn't some touching show."

After the fans left messages, everyone continued to eat.

Compared to most variety shows where celebrities always pretend to eat, theirs is much more real.

He swallowed every bite and would never spit out the meat.

Of course, this is also because the food on their table tastes really good.

Zhou Yiyang stood up again. Everyone knew that he was going to cue the next part, and eager smiles appeared on their faces.

"Let's play a game. Everyone should imitate any of our guests. It can be his habitual movements, his singing, or a classic role he performed."

Everyone nodded, and finally decided to start with the resident guests.

Wen Yuan took the lead this time and was the first to go on stage.

She walked to the center of the yard, holding the microphone. Her posture and expression were so graceful and elegant.

In a familiar term, it is called setting a style.

Everyone present was very familiar with this set of movements. This was the same posture Wang Xuefeng used every year when she performed on the Spring Festival Gala.

Wang Xuefeng, who was being imitated, was the one who laughed the happiest. After her performance, the people behind her could obviously imitate her without restraint.

Wen Yuan not only imitated the movements, but when she opened her mouth, her voice, a perfect folk singing style, was exactly the same as Wang Xuefeng's.

Wang Xingrui is a fan of Wen Yuan. When she heard her song, the admiration in her eyes became even stronger.

This, this is actually Wen Yuan?

"Teacher Wen Yuan is so amazing, isn't she?" Lin Xuan'er was full of admiration. She didn't know when she would be able to switch singing styles as freely as Wen Yuan.

"This must be the big boss!" Tang Yue boasted that she was quite capable in the imitation world, but in front of Teacher Wen Yuan, she still seemed a little dwarfed.

Later, Xiao Li realized that he was the only one among them who was familiar with his childhood friend, so he imitated the daily life of a top student.

"I remember it very clearly. It was when he and I were in junior high school, and we were in the same exam room. Before the test, he showed up empty-handed and told me he hadn't reviewed at all and had given up on himself. I naively believed him. When he came out of the test, he immediately said he didn't do well and the questions were too difficult. I actually felt very empathetic and comforted him.

After I got home, I happily told my mom that Xiaojun hadn't done well on the test, and I might be able to surpass him this time. However, when the results came out, he was first again! From then on, I knew that the words of a top student were deceiving!

Obviously, there are such academic masters in everyone's student life, so as soon as Xiao Li finished speaking, he received laughter from everyone.

Lin Xuaner said to Wang Xingrui in a serious tone, "My deskmate is like this. He always lies to me about how badly I did on the test!"

Ma Jianning cleared his throat, and just when everyone thought he would imitate his wife, Ma Jianning suddenly raised his head and chest and walked towards the camera from the middle of the yard with a menacing look.

That arrogant expression, that gait that would make her mother disown her, aren't those the same ones Tang Yue wore on the catwalk in Paris?

"Ahhh!" Tang Yue couldn't help but cover her face. After hearing the laughter, she quickly grabbed Su Yin's arm and repeatedly asked, "How could I be so contrived and greasy when I was walking on the runway?"

"Not really," Su Yin murmured, "I think it's Mr. Ma who's performance is more exaggerated. But it's quite entertaining."

Ma Jianning's imitation of "get out" obviously won a lot of applause.

Chu Tianjiao imitated the film and television works of Ma Jianning's wife when she was young.

I didn't expect that she was a fan of the other person's drama when she was a child. Whether it was the lines or the expression, she grasped them so accurately.

Finally, he got Ma Jianning's approval: "It's so similar, just like my wife when she was young--" Facing his wife's sinister gaze, Ma Jianning quickly raised his hands in surrender: "Then she is definitely more in line with my aesthetic!"

Chu Tianjiao also covered her mouth and laughed. Such a happy family is really nice.

"Tang Yue, I remember you participated in "Variety Talent Show", right?" Chu Tianjiao took the initiative to cue Tang Yue.

"Actually, all four of us participated," Tang Yue said, still unable to hide her smug expression. "Of course, I'm the only one who's a permanent member. Even though I didn't win the championship, I still received recognition from the industry!"

"Industry?" Su Yin looked confused. So there was such a thing as "industry" in the imitation world?

Tang Yue ignored Su Yin's complaints and stood up. "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I won't hesitate to give you a performance. I hope everyone behind you won't feel pressured! After all, the audience doesn't expect you to surpass us!"

Everyone knew that Tang Yue was joking, and they all burst into laughter.

Tang Yue's eyes rolled, and she suddenly waved to the company guy not far away: "Do you have a guitar? Can you lend me one?"

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