Fang Shan gave him a rather desperate answer: "Don't even think about it."
He seemed a little impatient as he spoke, and left Wei Sushen's consciousness. He said with a headache, "Now it's good, even I've been dragged into this."
After saying this, he leaned against the wall dejectedly, buried his head in his arms, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
Wei Sushen walked up to him and said calmly, "Stop pretending."
Fang Shan's shoulders shook even more violently.
Wei Sushen: "Two bottles of wine, raise your head."
The moment of hesitation represented Fang Shan's struggle. After a few seconds, he slowly raised his head, and the curve of his eyes and mouth corners proved his excitement.
"Should I be the supporting role or the funny role?" Without waiting for Wei Sushen to answer, he excitedly said, "Both are more suitable for me. The host just needs to be the finishing touch."
Look at him as if you're not thanking me when you speak.
"No need to bother." Wei Sushen smiled, though not much of it reached his eyes. "I can do all this myself."
The two men faced each other, one was neither arrogant nor impetuous, while the other was extremely frivolous, forming a sharp contrast.
But we have to admit that there is some harmony hidden in the contradiction.
The stalemate was quickly broken. Fang Shan and Wei Sushen simultaneously turned their heads away, each sighing. Speaking was fine; cramming could produce something, but crosstalk, which required both rap and speech, was difficult to master without years of practice.
Fang Shan downloaded a video at random. Wei Sushen had discovered long ago that the Internet speed would become extremely fast when close to the system. Even if the hotel had a power outage, it would not have much impact on him.
As if his inner voice had been read, Fang Shan looked up at Wei Sushen warily: "Is the host saying something bad about me?"
Wei Sushen: "I'm praising you."
Fang Shan was skeptical: "Really?"
Wei Sushen nodded with a very sincere expression.
Because he saw some admiration in his eyes, Fang Shan did not doubt it too much and showed the video to Wei Sushen in the dim light outside the window.
"Try practicing it first and see what the effect is."
Wei Sushen had a strong memory and could basically grasp the information after just one glance. Fang Shan was even more simple and crude, and could directly extract the information, copy and paste it into his own mind.
The two of them spoke back and forth, their lines following each other in perfect sync, and there was a hint of surprise hidden in the rehearsal... It seemed easier than imagined.
Fang Shan hid his emotions and said, "It would be best to ask other people for their opinions. We need an audience." After a moment's thought, he added, "This audience needs to be someone who is not busy with their work, has plenty of time, and has some understanding of crosstalk."
Their eyes met unconsciously in mid-air, and at the same moment they blurted out: "Wei Supei."
Except for the last one, the first two requirements seem to be tailor-made for it.
Wei Sushen: "Xiao Pei has also attended a few crosstalk performances, so he's not completely unfamiliar with it."
Fang Shan's eyes curved. "Perfect. There's only one way. How do we trick people into coming here?"
"Lie?" Wei Sushen frowned slightly, puzzled by his statement. He made a phone call in front of Fang Shan: "Find a way to get out tomorrow and don't let my parents know."
I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone. Wei Sushen's tone was quite gentle, but what he said was a bit heartbreaking: "I heard that you sent a circle of friends about your dad last time."
Without giving the other party a chance to speak, I hung up the phone and sent the location.
Fang Shan stared at him in surprise. He'd only just stumbled upon the little fatty's post on WeChat Moments during their last meeting with Pei Yang. Even though not much time had passed in the real world, a whole dimension had passed in between. It was a bit terrifying that someone could still remember and use it after all this time.
"Will he come?" The little fat boy has a strong psychological endurance and might just take the mentality of "broken jar, broken jar".
Wei Sushen: "It's okay. I have other leverage."
Fang Shan swallowed and asked cautiously, "How much?"
"From the age of six to now, a total of 896 pieces."
“…”
Fang Shan licked his dry lips: "Does the host have any evidence against me?"
Wei Sushen looked at him indifferently. If that were the case, how could he allow this man to be so arrogant day after day.
Fang Shan breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as there is no system involvement, most of Wei Sushen's judgments will not be wrong. Before dawn the next day, he heard a knock on the door.
Fang Shan stretched and walked over slowly. The fat boy's face with infinite resentment appeared behind the door.
Without saying hello to him, she stared at Wei Sushen who had just finished washing up and walked out and said, "I will remember this for the rest of my life."
Wei Sushen didn't take it to heart at all, and opened the curtains to let in some fresh air: "Whatever you want."
Fang Shan thought about his conversation with Wei Sushen last night and couldn't help asking, "Have you ever had threats like this before?"
The little fat man nodded.
Fang Shan: "Do you remember everything?"
"Nonsense." The little fat man walked in and rolled his eyes at him. "I remember the exact year, month, day, time, and place clearly."
Fang Shan didn't show it on his face, but he actually took a deep breath. The Wei family has a deep obsession with holding grudges.
"What do you want me to do for you?" the little fat man shrugged his head resignedly. "Murder and arson in lieu of jail time are impossible."
Fang Shan: "I just want to invite you to watch a show."
The little fat man twitched his lips and asked, "What performance?"
Fang Shan said mysteriously, "You'll know after you read it."
As he said this, he looked at Wei Sushen, who nodded, indicating that they could start at any time.
The performance started unexpectedly, and the little fat boy had the same expression from beginning to end. When they finished, he applauded and said, "Not bad."
Fang Shan felt it was too perfunctory: "What's good about it?"
The little fat boy said: "Good recitation."
“…”
Sensing the murderous intent, Fang Shan immediately grabbed Wei Sushen and said, "Calm down, you are brothers."
Wei Sushen sneered: "Is he speaking human language?"
The little fat boy didn't know how he had offended the big devil, so he hid behind Fang Shan.
It took a lot of effort to calm everything down. Fang Shan's face was not very good either. He gritted his teeth and said, "Nine years of compulsory education were wasted. Which eye could see through the recitation we performed?"
The little fat man said sincerely, "Three eyes see it. One is the window to my soul."
“…”
Seeing his murderous look, the little fat boy asked fearfully, "If it's not a recitation, what are you performing?"
Fang Shan held his shoulders and said condescendingly, "Crosstalk."
"I see." The little fat boy suddenly realized: "It's the most popular online prank nowadays."
Reinterpreting classics in a funny way, regardless of whether it is good or bad, at least most of them have successfully gained a certain amount of clicks.
Fang Shan stood up and walked away from the fat boy. He turned around and said to Wei Sushen, "Go ahead and fight. I won't stop you this time."
The little fat man tensed up, his heart set, and demanded, "You'd better die knowingly. At least tell me the reason."
Fang Shan: "You're blind. You can't even grasp the essence of such an excellent performance."
The little fat man's expression at this moment was truly magical, a mixture of emotions. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why are you thinking of performing crosstalk again?"
Teacher, waiter, and just a few days ago, I went to the TV station... Why can't I just stick to one career for the rest of my life?
Fang Shan skipped his question and asked, "Honestly, how was the performance?"
The little fat man covered his chest and said, "How about I record it and you guys watch it with your conscience?"
Fang Shan was quite confident and thought that he was just belittling her intentionally out of personal grudge. He glanced at Wei Sushen, who also had no objection.
After reaching an agreement, the two performed again, and the fat boy recorded the whole process, helping them record without any hand shaking.
The scene was quite amusing: Wei Sushen remained completely motionless throughout, while Fang Shan, in contrast, was constantly making faces and grimacing, a feat not even a clown could muster. The resulting effect was devoid of humor, a sense of boundless awkwardness that practically seeped off the screen.
Fang Shan fell silent after watching it. Wei Sushen frowned and stared at the fat boy with a scrutinizing look: "Did you modify the video?"
The little fat man sneered: "I'm so good that I can even straighten your expression."
“…”
Fang Shan was a person who could quickly accept reality. Looking at Wei Sushen, he suggested: "Why don't we go and find a teacher?"
The little fat man spoke from a practical point of view, saying, "You can still be saved, but my brother has no hope."
Facing the cold gaze, the fat boy showed no fear for the first time: "Crosstalk is popular because it is down-to-earth and close to life."
As for Wei Sushen, he was so used to being so high and mighty that even his bending posture was not standard. He had the air of aloofness, aloof from the mundane world.
When such a person comes on stage, not only will he not bring smiles to others, but he will only make people think that he deserves a beating.
Fang Shan couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he nudged the fat boy with his elbow and said disapprovingly, "Just tell the truth."
Wei Sushen looked at the two of them coldly, and finally fixed his gaze on the little fat man, pointing in the direction of the door. The little fat man wisely left, leaving Wei Sushen and Fang Shan looking at each other in bewilderment.
After a long while, Wei Sushen spoke first: "You always have a way."
A big hat was put on him, and Fang Shan's lips moved, not knowing how to respond. After a while, he slowly said, "If it really doesn't work, I will go on stage with the host's photo."
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Wei Sushen got a headache just thinking about that scene.
The atmosphere fell into silence again.
Not wanting to dwell on this issue any further, Fang Shan accidentally glanced at the calendar and changed the subject: "In two days, we'll be recording the second episode of 'Super God Speaker'. We can focus on that first."
They are not obsessed with winning the talent show, but that doesn't mean they want to be last.
Wei Sushen: "At least the second to last."
Fang Shan raised an eyebrow: "So confident?"
Wei Sushen: "Use money to smooth things over in advance."
"...Spending money to get the second-to-last spot is really impressive."
When Fang Shan couldn't think of a good solution, he took a nap instead of thinking.
In the afternoon sun, Wei Sushen was leaning back in a chair watching a video. Fang Shan suddenly sat up from the bed and said, "How about a double act? It can reduce the host's exposure. You just need to hide behind the chair and speak occasionally."
Facing his sparkling eyes, Wei Sushen recalled a time when Fang Shan had sat alone on a mission, watching the clouds roll in and out, letting the tides rise and fall. He then asked seriously, "Can't I have my own name?"
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