When playing a song recognition game, there's no song Qin Sheng can't name or play.
If we hold a small poetry competition, whether it's playing a game of "flying flowers" (a poetic recitation game), a poetry relay game, or analyzing poems, the final winner will inevitably be Qin Sheng.
If we play another game like "Who's the Murderer," Qin Sheng can basically analyze the whole story for you with just one or two clues.
If the hosts, including He Xiuyi, hadn't sworn that this was truly an unscripted, entirely improvised live broadcast, the audience would have thought the show was deliberately promoting Qin Sheng.
As a result, the program progressed rapidly, and before long, the program prepared by the production team was used up.
That's right, it's all used up.
Not only have we exhausted the original plan, but we've also exhausted the alternative plans.
The hosts remained silent for a long time.
Including the previous Q&A session, only a little over an hour has passed. The program was supposed to be 100 minutes long, so what are we going to do with the remaining thirty-odd minutes?
Are we just going to stare blankly at each other?
He Xiuyi was thinking about whether to imitate the previous programs and organize a knowledge competition, or simply do some games to prank the guests.
But then I thought about it again, and realized something was wrong.
To hold a knowledge competition for a top student who scored full marks in the college entrance examination in Z province?
Wouldn't that just be inviting humiliation again?
There are also prank games...
He Xiuyi glanced at the Qin siblings, one calm and the other smiling, and once again, weary, rejected the idea.
I'm afraid I'm about to get pranked...
He Xiuyi was utterly exhausted and could only announce a five-minute intermission. Then, he stared at Qin Sheng with wide eyes and said in a low voice, "I think I understand Director Mu's feelings from before."
Qin Sheng: "?"
He Xiuyi: "He's absolutely inhuman."
Qin Sheng: "..."
Why are you even swearing at people?
The program production team from backstage rushed over with a hastily prepared script and instructed, "That's all for now. My team is still working on it. When the time is almost up, we'll have the guests sing a song or two, and then I'll bring you the script we've finished."
He Xiuyi nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, teacher."
Production was incredibly busy right now, and even Qin Sheng, the culprit, didn't have time to look at it. He quickly nodded and ran back to his work area.
Qin Sheng belatedly realized: "The script is all used up?"
He Xiuyi and the other hosts had already gathered together to look at the new script and prepare. At this moment, only Yan Yingying, who had less to host and was too crowded to look at the script, stood aside and waited.
Upon hearing Qin Sheng's words, she immediately raised her hand and said in a low voice, "The first plan is used up, and the backup plan is also used up."
She glanced at Qin Sheng cautiously, her voice even softer: "Sheng Sheng, you reacted too quickly, and you're moving too fast."
Qin Sheng: "...Sorry."
After thinking for a moment, he said uncertainly, "How about I perform a talent show?"
The three hosts, engrossed in their scripts, all looked up abruptly: "What kind of performance do you want to give?!"
Qin Sheng pondered for a moment.
The script is gone, but there are still thirty minutes left in the program. The program should ideally take up more time, but it can't be too boring...
"A medley of instrumental songs?"
This is a good idea!
He Xiuyi's eyes lit up and he said, "What kind of instrument do you want? I'll have someone prepare it right away."
Qin Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Let's use Chinese classical musical instruments, such as the qin, zheng, pipa, yangqin, se, and sheng. Just take whatever you have."
He Xiuyi: "..."
What kind of extraordinary person did they invite?!
Qin Zhihuai stepped forward and added, "Prepare the xiao and xun as well, Shengsheng and I will go together."
Holy crap!
Even the members of Shanhe Haoyue couldn't help but glance at them, their eyes gleaming.
Leng Shanhe and Leng Hanyan, siblings, playing classical instruments together—this promotion is just too powerful!
He Xiuyi had already thrown aside the script and quickly began to give instructions.
Since they are playing classical instruments, Qin Sheng and Qin Zhihuai's current outfits are not quite appropriate. Fortunately, for the sake of publicity, Director Mu specially instructed someone to bring the costumes for the actors, so they can just change into Leng Shanhe and Han Yan's clothes.
Both of them have good natural features, so even with only light makeup, they can still pull it off.
The stage was set up, and Qin Sheng and Qin Zhihuai, who had just changed their clothes, took the stage, the transition was perfect.
Perfect.
Those backstage couldn't help but applaud first.
During this time, some audience members drank water, some got up to move around, and some went to the restroom. Just as they sat down again, they noticed that the lights in the venue suddenly dimmed.
The spotlights that were originally focused on the stage went out.
It was pitch black.
I could faintly hear rustling sounds, which lasted for about a minute or two before disappearing.
All was silent.
People's hearts involuntarily tightened, their eyes fixed on the stage without blinking, a voice in their hearts saying: It's coming, it's about to come.
But what exactly is coming?
Nobody could explain it.
Until a clear, crisp sound, like a silver bottle shattering or a jade bead rolling down, pierced the sky, accompanied by the melodious sound of a flute rising gracefully, two beams of light suddenly struck down and fixed on the two people sitting and standing on the stage.
Under the lamplight, Qin Zhihuai wore a dark blue cross-collar wide-sleeved robe, with a matching thin gauze cloak over it. A white jade pendant hung at his waist, and a black jade crown adorned his head. He exuded the air of a young swordsman, displaying a heroic and dashing spirit.
His attire, which should have exuded a sharp and intimidating aura, softened with the gentle smile that emanated from his captivating peach blossom eyes, making him appear as warm and refined as jade.
People couldn't help but look in the direction he was gazing, wanting to see what kind of being could make such a handsome man show such tenderness.
Then his gaze froze completely.
In my sight, the girl had a porcelain-white face, no bigger than the palm of my hand, with bright almond-shaped eyes that seemed to project the brilliance of the entire galaxy into people's eyes as they turned, and also had the radiance of the cold moon. She was so clean and beautiful that just looking at her felt like a desecration.
Yet I couldn't help but want to take another look, just one more.
The black cross-collar gauze dress accentuated her fair and delicate skin, making her look like a fallen demon descended to earth, or a celestial maiden who had mistakenly entered the mortal realm.
Enchanting yet pure, cool yet warm.
Several completely different, even diametrically opposed, qualities were perfectly blended into her.
A pair of slender, jade-like fingers danced swiftly across the strings, producing melodies that were sometimes stirring and sometimes gentle, captivating the listener completely.
The moment these two stood on the stage, they captured everyone's attention, leaving no room for anything else.
Only the sounds of the zither and the flute intertwined and echoed, permeating the hearts of all who heard them…
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
