◎The third set of radio gymnastics◎
"The third set of the National Middle School Student Radio Gymnastics Exercises, Dancing Youth, begins now... Preparatory section, one, two, three, four..."
Hearing the announcement, Lu Ge fell off the bed with a thud. He didn't even bother to rub his butt. He grimaced, not even wearing slippers, and with his hair in a mess, he scrambled out of the room. "Bang, bang," he knocked on the door. "Sister, hurry up! Get out of bed! You're late for class."
There was a camera in the living room, and this scene was recorded. Fans couldn't help but complain.
[Brother, although we are very familiar with each other, we are not so familiar that I cannot bear to see you like this so early in the morning. Brother, you are really not shy.]
[The one in front, what’s wrong with our Mr. Ge having a messy hair? He’s still incredibly handsome, ahem.]
"Yeah," Lin Chaojin pulled the quilt over her head, but the demonic sound of the radio gymnastics announcement and Lu Ge's knocking on the door outside followed her like a shadow. She frowned irritably, "Get lost. It's late, so be it. It's not like I've never been late before."
With a whoosh, Xiao Chuchu sat up from the bed and started howling with her eyes closed, "Mom, dear mom, is breakfast ready? I'm going to be late for school."
…
Early in the morning, the guests were awakened by the sound of radio gymnastics broadcast from eight stereo speakers surrounding the house, and began a chaotic day in a hurry.
This familiar DNA is engraved in everyone's bones, and the radio gymnastics is like a nightmare to them.
Therefore, when the eight people gathered in the square, each of them looked at Director Zhang with great resentment. If resentment had substance, then they would now be eight balls of thick black fog.
The fans and netizens who just came in were shocked to see their identical expressions.
[No, what happened to these eight people? Did Director Zhang dig up their ancestral graves?]
[Ha, sister in front, you're late. This is scarier than digging up one's ancestors' graves. Director Zhang played the "Dancing Green" radio gymnastics for them early in the morning, and it scared them all awake.]
[Damn, this is so scary!!]
[Hahaha, Ge Ye ran out without putting on his shoes properly, and was yelling that he was late and asked me to hurry up.]
[Hh, Chu Bao even yelled and asked her mom if breakfast was ready, and Ling Bao even asked her brother if he had seen her schoolbag. Haha, these people made me roll on the floor laughing.]
[Don’t even mention me, a guy who graduated from university several years ago, my scalp tingles when I hear that.]
Lu Ge still felt the pain in his buttocks. He glanced at Director Zhang unhappily and said, "Director, this is too mean. Eight loud speakers. You really have all the necessary equipment."
"That's right, Director Zhang, you have to compensate me for my image as a young and beautiful female star." Xiao Chuchu wanted to kill herself by hitting her head against a stone whenever she thought about how she had a messy hair and a greasy face after a night's sleep and was looking for her mother for breakfast all over the house.
[Haha, Chu Bao is still obsessed with her celebrity image. Wake up, baby, what image do you have left, you idiot.]
Lin Chaojin had been listening to the radio and Lu Ge's devilish voice all morning, and the expression on her face became even more dull.
Lu Ge, who was standing next to her, felt that his sister was beginning to feel cold, and silently moved a few steps to the side.
"Ahem," Director Zhang said, holding a loud speaker, looking up at the sky and the earth, but not at them. "Everyone knows that a good day starts in the morning. A good day starts in the morning..."
"Huh," but no one believed him at all. The ghost's wonderful day started in the morning.
"The second new recording begins now. Let us wish the new recording a smooth journey. Applause," Director Zhang said, clamping the speaker between his armpits and clapping hard.
Seeing how hard he was working, the guests gave him some applause out of respect.
"Okay, now let's get back to the topic. Look at the beautiful scenery here," Director Zhang said, pointing around.
Not to mention, looking out, the clouds in the distant sky float very low, and the clouds and mists linger around the mountain peaks. There are small streams winding down from the mountaintops, as if carrying fairy air. White smoke rises from the houses in the nearby village, and from time to time there are a few shouts, with the smell of fireworks. The whole thing forms a full-bodied ink painting.
"So the theme of our episode this time is returning to the countryside, being self-reliant, and recalling the midsummer childhood dream," Director Zhang said excitedly, stretching his arms.
"Director, your keyword should be self-reliance," Lin Chaojin said lightly, raising his eyelids.
"Yes, director, don't use those empty words. How do you really mean to be self-reliant?" Lu Ge narrowed his eyes and looked at Director Zhang, agreeing.
"Well, our guest can grasp the theme now," Director Zhang smiled cheerfully, his expression looking really asking for a beating.
"Self-reliance means converting your labor into work points, which can be exchanged with me for money, food, or other things you need."
"As for labor, there's a lot of work to do throughout the village. Chopping firewood in the mountains, planting rice in the fields, fishing in the river, and of course," Director Zhang pointed to a middle-aged woman passing by, "even carrying manure in the village is fine."
After he finished speaking, the entire small square fell silent. Only the woman carrying manure passed by, saying in a dialect, "Make way, don't block the road."
"Director, are you sure you're not trying to make fun of us?" Lu Ge put his hands on his hips and bared his teeth. "I think Director Zhang, you're not in your right mind so early in the morning and you're talking nonsense, aren't you?" There was a threat of gnashing teeth in his words.
Director Zhang seemed not to hear anything and turned his head away silently.
"Director, are you sure you are recording a slow-paced family variety show and not some metamorphosis?" Even Chi Ling, who has always been quiet, couldn't help but puff up her baby face and complain.
[Haha, Lingbao hit the nail on the head. Isn't this the adult version of Transformation?]
[Here we go, with the familiar flavor from last time, let’s get started, Director Zhang, you can do it, I love watching! (Heart-wrenching roar).]
[Hh, even though I’m a fan, what can I do? The more miserable they are, the more I want to watch.]
[The fake powder fork in front is out, no, take me with you, and run away with the pot lid.]
However, Yan Sinuo took a step forward, chin slightly raised, "I think Director Zhang's idea is good. As descendants of the Yellow Emperor, we should have the spirit of hard work and experience the hardships of our predecessors. I think this plan is full of positive energy. Moreover,"
He glanced at Lu Ge and continued, "As idols, we should set a positive image for our fans and play a positive role in guiding them. So I think a little hardship is nothing. If we complain about being tired or working hard, then wouldn't that be looking down on the farmers who do this all day?"
As he spoke, his eyelids still drooping, he whispered, "Like me, a small idol with no background, climbing up the entertainment industry step by step. I can best understand the hardships of being down-to-earth."
After he finished speaking, the whole place became even quieter. Only the big yellow dog under the banyan tree was looking at them with its silly eyes.
After listening to Yan Sinuo's passionate speech, Director Zhang's face twitched and his hand holding the loudspeaker shook, almost letting him drop it. Fortunately, Assistant Li, who was standing next to him, was quick to grab it.
Director Zhang looked up at Assistant Li and was about to cry. "Xiao Li," he said, "I really want to yell at him. It's not that I don't have him. He's talking nonsense. He doesn't think that way. He is just an ordinary director."
This suddenly elevated his mental state, and Director Zhang even suspected that he was going to fall to his death.
"Cough," Xiao Chuchu, whose throat was itchy, was so scared that she covered her mouth tightly, her eyes were dazed. If she hadn't compared what she just said with him in this way, wouldn't it seem that she was unable to endure hardship and had no empathy? Just thinking about it made her eyes well up with tears.
At this time, Lu Ge's eyes were empty, and he looked into the eyes of the big yellow dog under the banyan tree, looking at each other.
[……]
[No, can anyone tell me what Yan Sinuo just said? I know every word, but why can't I understand the combination of them?]
[Ahem, this is really frightening, sister. Yan Sinuo's whole paragraph sounds quite reasonable, but looking at Director Zhang's twitching expression, I feel like Director Zhang must be frightened.]
Director Zhang: Old man on the subway looking at his phone: "I'm not you, don't talk nonsense. Otherwise, I'll let you be the director. I'm telling you the truth. I just want to mess with you, you idiots."
Some of Yan Sinuo’s fans were not happy with this and mindlessly protected their master.
[Nobo is right. As an idol, you should set a positive example. You complain about the hardship and fatigue, and you really differentiate between classes and act like a rich young master.]
[That’s right, we at Nobo are full of positive energy. Only those who can’t live up to it will think what others say is hypocritical.]
[……]
[Fans ahead, you may be fine with not saying anything, but if you do, be careful of the backlash if you try to drag others down, or you'll get burned.]
After Yan Sinuo finished speaking, he was very pleased with his brilliant conversation and glanced at Lu Ge obscurely. Humph, compared with his tall and strong body, he could easily blacken Lu Ge's reputation. Then he could let the internet trolls lead the rhythm on Weibo. Thinking of this, Yan Sinuo was so happy.
Yan Sinuo stood there, waiting for Director Zhang and other guests to express their approval of what he said.
Director Zhang, who was being stared at by him, twitched his eyelids and opened his mouth.
At this time, a voice interrupted, "Make way, don't block the road," the middle-aged woman who had just picked up the manure passed by again and said to Yan Sinuo in a loud voice.
The other guests all silently and in unison stepped back a few meters, only Yan Sinuo experienced the taste up close. He was about to roll his eyes when he saw the nearby camera twisted and retracted it.
Yan Sinuo endured the smell, put on a big smile on his face, and said to the woman in a cute way: "Auntie, you have worked hard. This job is really not easy."
"What?" The woman carrying the bucket looked at him and frowned. "If he's sick, it's none of your business." Then she turned around and left with the bucket.
When Yan Sinuo heard this, his face twitched and he almost turned angry.
The other guests stood behind him and looked at him silently.
Just then, the big yellow dog that was lying under the banyan tree came over and nudged Lu Ge's legs. Lu Ge bent down and stroked its fur.
The big yellow dog squinted its eyes in enjoyment, then walked to Yan Sinuo with its belly shaking. Unexpectedly, it raised one leg and urinated right at his feet.
The crowd watching this scene, as well as the director and staff, silently retreated a few meters.
"Ah," Yan Sinuo roared, his right foot accidentally hit. He originally thought that the big yellow dog was coming to greet him in a friendly way like Lu Ge, so he was not on guard. Who knew that the dog actually urinated on him.
Suddenly, he forgot about maintaining his personality, and his anger rose up, and he raised his foot to kick it.
Fortunately, the big yellow dog was agile and after doing the bad thing, it slipped away nimbly with its tail wagging.
"Ah, I'm going to kill it," Yan Sinuo was left standing there helpless and furious.
[Hahaha, my family, my stomach is about to hurt from laughing. What a dramatic development! I can’t stop laughing.]
[Middle-aged woman: Are you sick? Big yellow dog: Even dogs would complain.]
[The sister in front is amazing, you're so bold! Watch out for fans coming at you. But I still have to say this: you did a great job, it was amazing! Let him pretend.]
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