In the spacious lounge, several crews that were about to go on stage gathered together chatting. Guan Miao looked around before he found his own crew.
This is thanks to Jiang Qi who noticed her confusion and yelled to attract her over.
Guan Miao said as he sat down in an empty seat, "Why are you here? It's so remote, I almost couldn't find you."
Director Yang pointed at the door and whispered, "Although this location is out of the way, it's closest to the backstage. When we get there, we can just walk straight out and get there. We don't have to go through the crowd, which is so troublesome."
"Director Yang is right. I didn't even notice that."
"That's normal. You'll find more passages when you come here a few more times."
After saying that, Guan Miao also greeted several of his crew members, only to find that they all had unconcealable nervousness on their faces.
She smiled casually and said, "Jiang Qi and I are on stage for the first time, so it's normal to be nervous. Why are the teachers so nervous too?"
One of them said with a wry smile, "It's a show that the whole country will watch. I'll get nervous no matter how many times I perform it."
"That's right, that's right. This is a live broadcast. If anything goes wrong, the whole country will see it."
After five or six minutes, a staff member came to remind them that it was time to go on stage.
Jiang Qi took off her down jacket, her voice trembling, "It's our turn so soon."
At the last moment, Guan Miao was no longer nervous. He took off his clothes and said with great ambition: "The sooner I die, the sooner it's over. I'm still looking forward to going home to eat dumplings."
Upon hearing this, a male actor beside him said cheerfully, "Dumplings, what's the filling?"
"They should have all kinds of fillings, right? We have a big family and a lot of flavors."
“I think the sauerkraut pork filling is the most delicious.”
"No, no, no, of course the one with fennel and meat filling is the best."
Director Yang looked at the group of people who were originally extremely nervous and were now arguing about the taste of dumplings. He didn't know what to say to them for a moment.
Guan Miao and Jiang Qi walked hand in hand through the dark aisle. In front of them was a bright stage with the host's loud voice on it.
Jiang Qi became more and more nervous as she listened, and her palms began to sweat. "Sister Guan Miao, do you think we can succeed?"
She held Jiang Qi's hand tightly and said in an extremely firm tone: "We can succeed, we will definitely succeed."
The host continued, "...After a year of hard work away from home, after a long journey through mountains and rivers, what will it be like to finally return home and see their parents, now with gray hair? Next, let's move on to the skit "Going Home."
The curtain slowly dropped, and the entire stage darkened. Guan Miao said softly, "Let's go. It's our turn to go on stage."
Two minutes later, the curtain rose again. Guan Miao stood in his seat and glanced at the huge crowd below, repeating in his mind: Chinese cabbage, cabbage, lettuce...
So this is what it feels like to stand in a place like this and watch the audience.
The skit was not long and ended in about five minutes. When the whole group walked off the stage hand in hand, Guan Miao was still a little bit unbelieving.
She succeeded. She actually managed to complete her first skit performance in front of so many people.
Oh my god, it turns out that these five minutes on stage went by faster than the previous half hour.
After getting off the stage, Deng Ling and Sun Mi quickly helped her back to the lounge.
Deng Ling could hardly conceal her excitement as she spoke. "Excellent! The skit was fantastic. Did you hear the cheers from the audience? That's a testament to their performance."
Guan Miao clutched his chest, his heart still beating rapidly. "I didn't expect the effect to be so good. Today's performance on stage was better than any of our previous rehearsals."
Deng Ling patted her shoulder in appreciation. "Okay, your mission is now over. If you want to go home after the interview, just let An Jing take you back. I'll take Sun Mi home with me, so don't worry."
"good."
After changing clothes and finishing the last interview, it was already 8:20, ten minutes later than she expected.
Guan Miao confirmed again and again that he had nothing to do before taking An Jing to the underground garage. The garage was pitch dark. He thought that there would be no one there at this time, but he ran into Li Yan, an actor from the first show.
Guan Miao had no contact with her in the past, so he just nodded politely and called her "Teacher Li" as a greeting.
Although there was a bit of traffic on the way back, fortunately the second half of the road was very smooth, and it was already past eight forty when they got home.
Guan Miao pushed open the door, and the heat and aroma of food hit him in the face.
The first person to hear the noise was Guan's mother. When she saw Guan Miao, she immediately stood up and said, "You're back. Go wash your hands and have dinner first. There's already a pot of dumplings ready. Come and have some dumplings to warm yourself up."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
"Sister Guan Miao is late. Please give us two rounds in the card game later."
Guan Miao immediately said after hearing what Chai Yue said, "With your skills, you won't be able to win in three rounds."
"Nonsense! I've made great progress now!"
Even An Jing, who was standing by, couldn't help but laugh, "Chai Yue is really bad at playing cards, but she loves to play."
That's right, Wen Yuning can count cards. Although Guan Miao hasn't touched math, physics, or chemistry for many years, he was forced to learn the probability of counting cards because of his father's presence. As for Chi Yi, he's also good at these kinds of dinner party entertainment because he has lived long enough.
Ever since losing a game, Chai Yue has been like a possessed person, trying every possible way to win a game against them.
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