Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

No matter how popular you become.

Can he become as popular as Xiao Shenyang in 09?

Yes, brother, you can do it.

after all.

If a person has a dream.

That's a Xianyu (a Chinese online marketplace) user with dreams...

Backstage at the Spring Festival Gala.

Lounge F137 (closest to the main stage).

Chen Mo stared at the script in his hand, titled "Not Short of Money".

"Who are you calling a girl?"

"He's a real man~"

"A day has passed in the blink of an eye."

"Aww~"

The classic lines are very familiar.

But I've long forgotten most of the dialogue.

and.

There are only thirty minutes left before the official performance.

Who can memorize this?

Before he transmigrated, he was just an ordinary top student.

After transmigrating, he unexpectedly became the youngest disciple of Teacher Zhao Benshan.

That was truly a divine start!

but.

Chen Mo is preparing to leave his sect.

At 18, you're in your prime; wouldn't it be great to get into Peking University?

Brothers, remember this!

A small fire needs support, a big fire depends on fate.

The entertainment industry.

Even dogs won't go in!

"Xiaobao, Tianwa, how's Xiaomo doing with his recitation? Can he keep up?"

In the main seat.

The old man with half-white hair had a serious expression.

"Not Short of Money" is a skit by Zhao Benshan to promote his apprentice. It is also a skit that he cares about very much, and it is the grand finale skit before the 12 o'clock bell.

now.

Before the internet became widespread, the Spring Festival Gala held an unshakeable position in the hearts of the Chinese people, especially with Zhao Benshan as its pillar of strength.

Let me put it this way.

Old Zhao won't come out.

Viewers in the north do not eat dumplings or set off firecrackers.

The lounge was quiet; no one dared to respond to their master.

Chen Mo looked at Tianwa, who was covered in sweat, and thought she had a good voice but no good looks. Then he looked at Song Xiaobao, who was trembling violently, and thought she had neither a good voice nor good looks.

Moreover.

Time was of the essence, the atmosphere was tense, my mind went completely blank, how could I possibly manage to pull an egg off?

"Whoosh!"

Chen Mo raised his little hand.

I'd like to make a suggestion.

You could write your lines on your hand or ask the production team for a teleprompter.

That's how things are now.

Given Teacher Zhao's influence, there should still be room for negotiation.

"Master, how about..."

"Clang! Clang!"

A knock on the door interrupted the suggestion.

"Teacher Zhao, how's the preparation going?" the assistant director asked softly, then tentatively added, "If it really doesn't work out, we'll have to cancel the program."

"Waaaaah..."

Duck Egg covered its head with its hands and burst into tears.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

Xiao Shenyang clutched his stomach, regretting his actions and pounding his chest.

The Spring Festival Gala stage.

This is the Spring Festival Gala stage!

The good fortune that artists have accumulated over several lifetimes has slipped through their fingers.

Who wouldn't break down?

"Why are you crying? If you don't make it this year, your master will lead you to try again next year! With this relationship, and these conditions, and his maternal grandfather here, how could I not be confident?"

Teacher Zhao neither blamed nor got angry.

Rather, they were afraid that the duck egg would be discouraged and that Xiao Shenyang would blame himself too much.

First, they promised to fight again next year.

Then, using a line from the movie "Not Short of Money," he made a little joke.

Also.

Answer the staff's questions.

Do not make unreasonable demands or use your power to intimidate others.

His emotional intelligence is unparalleled and extremely high.

Chen Mo watched this unfold and couldn't help but sigh.

With a teacher like this, what more could one ask for?!

"It's such a pity, Teacher Zhao, I..."

The assistant director sighed helplessly.

Without Teacher Zhao's program, can it still be called the Spring Festival Gala?

In his personal opinion.

Other artists consider it an honor to appear on the Spring Festival Gala, but the Spring Festival Gala considers it an honor to have Teacher Zhao.

"We're not short of money, but we're short of work."

Chen Mo shook his head and muttered to himself.

At this time.

A control panel suddenly appeared in my mind.

Not short of money.

Type: Skit.

Cast: Zhao Benshan, Ya Dan, Xiao Shenyang…

Duration: 23 minutes and 49 seconds.

Douban rating: 9.4.

Then comes the lines, punchlines, blocking, and so on.

Chen Mo's gaze shifted downwards.

There are even people working behind the scenes?!

Note: International Dragon originally agreed to participate in the film as the owner of a Scottish-style restaurant, but unfortunately he was unable to collaborate with Teacher Zhao due to unforeseen circumstances.

Ah this...

System?!

no respond.

Xiao Yi? Xiao Yi?!

There has still been no response.

It's neither a system nor an AI; it's just an ordinary cheat.

Chen Mo is trying his hand at film and music.

All the information reappeared.

good good!

Is this how you play it?!

Proof of NP-complete problems!

One of the seven unsolved mathematical problems of the millennium. If he can solve it, the prize money is a minor matter; he will inevitably be recognized as a genius.

The future is bright!

however…

There was no reaction in my mind.

Well, a rising star in the mathematics world has fallen.

Let's observe three seconds of silence for Peking University.

Chen Mo was unwilling to give up and conducted many more tests.

The winning numbers for the Double Color Ball lottery, the blueprints for the F47, the feasibility of controlled nuclear fusion, how to earn a small fortune while lying down, etc.

No response was received.

This trick only applies to entertainment works.

It's barely acceptable.

The entertainment industry.

Even dogs wouldn't go in... but the entertainment industry does!

Brothers, take note.

A big fire depends on fate, a massive fire depends on luck!

"Master, how about... how about I give it a try?"

Chen Mo raised his little hand again.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Inside the lounge.

All eyes were on the young man in the corner.

"Xiao Mo, don't push yourself. Your master knows you and Yang are close and doesn't want to see him feel guilty, upset, or even give up on himself. But this is fate. Sigh, who would have thought that eating barbecue would cause him to have diarrhea like this?"

Zhao Benshan's tone remained gentle, but his eyes held a hint of helplessness.

But there's still a sliver of hope.

May I?

Xiao Mo, is it really okay?

Chen Mo did not respond immediately.

She slowly rose, her fingers forming delicate orchid shapes.

As for the two chairs, I can't say I have complete control over them, but I can say I can do them with ease.

Before time travel.

He lived in Chengdu.

In addition to her height of 183 cm and her succubus-like appearance.

Three words, and my eyes lit up!

"Sorry, sir, this is a high-end hotel and we don't accept agricultural products."

Chen Mo took a few steps, swaying and acting like a girl.

The voice was suffocated.

"My goodness, who are you calling a girl? He's a real man!"

The second line of dialogue was spoken.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

That expression, that demeanor.

The character has been established!

She's even more beautiful and alluring than Xiao Shenyang's cross-dressing performance; she's practically a male version of "Where are we going now?"

Chen Mo was completely immersed in the role.

Whether it's the body language, the rhythm of the lines, or the impromptu flirtatious and cheeky facial expressions.

They are all perfect!

"Four Australian abalone!"

Zhao Benshan truly deserves his reputation as a veteran actor.

Watching her apprentice perform with all his might, she smoothly connected with him.

"I'm sorry, no."

Chen Mo and his team worked together seamlessly.

He licked his lips sheepishly, then lowered his head guiltily.

That look in his eyes.

This is incredible!

"A four-pound lobster."

Zhao Benshan touched the brim of his hat and held up four fingers.

His tone was firm as a rock, and his voice was powerful and resonant.

"Sorry, we don't have any that big."

How big is it?

"There's... a little over a pound?"

"A little over a pound...do you...do you have any?"

"Is it...or not?"

The master and his apprentice.

You give me a look that feigns composure, and I'll return it with a knowing look full of flaws.

The most moving performances are all in the details.

"Pfft... Hahaha..."

The assistant director has received rigorous training.

They usually don't laugh.

Unless you can't help it.

The skit continues.

The atmosphere in the city is much more relaxed after a rest.

Now it's time for the song imitation segment.

The assistant director's heart skipped a beat again.

Shen Yang's high notes are unmatched by many professional singers.

This handsome young man.

Can it work?

In contrast to the assistant director's nervousness, Zhao Benshan remained as calm as a mountain.

They're all apprentices; who doesn't have a good voice?

really.

"My Myth" and "The First Snow of 2002" passed the review smoothly.

When the red flowers of the mountain lily bloom.

"Chairman Mao led us to fight... cough cough..."

The singing stopped abruptly.

"Master, the barbecue was too salty yesterday."

"Pfft..."

"Hahaha…"

The lounge erupted in laughter once again.

Chen Mo scratched his head, his cheeks flushed, realizing that he had overshot his original line.

But he actually told the truth.

However, considering the situation on site.

That's what makes it even funnier.

"Damn it, let's grab some wine and have a good drink."

Zhao Benshan glared at him sideways, his tone full of disapproval.

The skit was nearing its end.

Chen Mo not only had no flaws in terms of dialogue, movement, and micro-expressions, but his appearance was also far superior to that of Xiao Shenyang.

The assistant director couldn't be more satisfied.

"Good, you've exceeded expectations. You're really talented, young man. You have 15 minutes left before going on stage, so hurry up and get your makeup done."

"Thank you for the opportunity, leader. A strong general has no weak soldiers under his command. My master's abilities speak for themselves, and all of us fellow disciples are equally capable."

Chen Mo expressed his gratitude and flattered his master.

Zhao Benshan leans back tactically.

You brat, your master isn't happy at all!

After putting on makeup and getting dressed.

Chen Mo only started to get nervous; one could say his reaction time was a bit slow.

"Master, I need to take a piss."

"Damn it, the lazy donkey on the millstone is always pooping and pissing, hurry up!"

Chen Mo skipped out of the lounge.

Lounge F137 is CCTV's VIP room #1, and currently only Zhao Benshan can use it. Other artists either share a room with several other people or rest in a corner of the corridor.

"Waaaaah..."

Chen Mo hadn't run more than a few steps when he heard sobbing.

They looked in the direction of the sound.

A short-haired girl is hugging her knees and leaning against the wall.

Crying bitterly.