I Really Didn’t Want to Be Famous

There are many people raising their hands under the stage.

But only five people were selected.

The question session is finally over.

Many viewers who raised their hands but were not selected expressed sadness, and even had a little opinion in their hearts.

Why do so many people choose five people?

Why can't you choose ten or twenty?

This makes them feel very sad that the show is a bit stingy.

They really have too many questions to ask Lu Yuan, and after this show, they may not know when they will have the opportunity to ask Lu Yuan with the microphone.

Lu Yuan is just the opposite.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared and he felt like thousands of grass and mud horses were crushing past his eyes...

He felt very tired.

He always felt that this group of audiences disgusted himself if they invited the Shonan TV to come over.

Nima, can you make a show happily?

What kind of messy questions are these, can we ask a little more serious question?

For example, it’s okay to ask about my movies.

Don't you guys want to know about my two sci-fi films, "This Man Comes From Earth" and "The Day of the Groundhog"?

Didn’t you support the idea of ​​a Chinese science fiction film?

What made Lu Yuan's heart more tiring was that the light kept following him, no matter where he went, the light would follow wherever he went, and the shot would follow wherever he went. He was not used to this kind of taste, which gave him a secret exposure. The feeling in the air.

This show...

He suddenly didn't want to go.

But there is no way. He has to do the show well after receiving the money. This is a matter of responsibility.

He has always been a responsible person.

Forget it!

I'll find a chance to meet the needle later.

"Ms. Lu... your number of fans on the Internet is terrible, so guess how many people are your fans under the platform?" After the question session was over, He Minglu looked at Lu Yuan with a smile.

He found that Lu Yuan's variety show effect was very good, and all the audience watched it completely.

Especially Lu Yuan, who is serious and nonsense, has a great sense of humor.

"Teacher He, I don't think there are many fans, but there are definitely more black fans." Lu Yuan looked at He Ming seriously.

"Black powder? How to say?"

"I have been sprayed this year from the New Year to the present. Isn't this a black powder? Well, Teacher He, didn't the previous show have games arranged?" Lu Yuan stopped the topic in time.

Although this whole person show is revolving around me, you can't let them stay there forever, right?

Is this really my show?

"Well, Shuai Lu, Shuai Lu, I'll talk about the game later... Can you give me an autograph?"

"Uh... where to sign..."

"It's on this picture..."

"okay."

He Minggang wanted to continue with Lu Yuan's words, but he didn't want the stupid eldest sister Jiajia to immediately flatter herself with the photo, looking like a fan meeting an idol.

He shook his head and said nothing for now.

Lu Yuan was a bit speechless after seeing this photo.

This is an artistic photo of him smoking while in Venice.

Wearing a second-hand suit, the whole face is covered with sweat and smoking again...

He was embarrassed and committed cancer in an instant.

But looking at Jiajia's look of expectation, Lu Yuan could only pick up the pen and sign his name reluctantly.

"That Lu Shuai..."

"What?"

"I have a few more photos here, so you just signed them together. These are the little sisters in Taili who asked me just now...especially the last few photos are the favorites of those little sisters." Jia Jia is cautious. After receiving Lu Yuan’s signature, he immediately took out a pile and handed it to Lu Yuan...

"..."

Lu Yuan felt pain in his head instantly after receiving these photos.

Some of the photos were taken when I was receiving the award in Venice, some were taken when I was playing the piano, and some...

In fact, these photos are normal, and Lu Yuan signed it.

But what do the ugly photos of sitting on a chair and yawning in the back and the black historical photos of singing "Old Boy" like grabbing someone else's guitar and sand sculptures mean?

Lu Yuan was messed up in an instant.

Lu Yuan looked up at Jiajia.

Are you sure this person is really not here to tear down the stage?

"Cough, cough, Jiajia, you control it, we are the show, not the fan meeting of Mr. Lu... I will talk about any signatures later!" He Ming pulled La Jiajia and continued to watch Lu Yuan "Ms. Lu , This time is your first variety show, right?"

"Yes."

"I think many fans actually want to know what sports you usually like?"

"I usually..."

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The fan question session is over.

The signature session of Jia Jia's trouble is also over.

Lu Yuan originally thought he would enter the game session as arranged in the script, but it was a pity that He Ming didn't carry out the game session in the script, instead he continued to choose to ask Lu Yuan.

He Ming keenly felt that the audience below very much wanted to know more about Lu Yuan, so he just added a few more links.

Lu Yuan's egg hurts, and he feels that the light shining on him is dazzling.

In a few minutes, He Ming asked Lu Yuan about a dozen more questions, and Lu Yuan also answered him with a helpless heart.

As for the others, they were still standing in front of their background board, especially Shen Zhiwei's smile in order to maintain his handsome face.

From the beginning to the end, he also appeared in the question section of guessing the identity before, other...

The others seem to be gone.

Moreover, these projects may be edited out after being played.

Although he had used himself as a background board to join in the heat before, he never thought of becoming such a background board...

This is it.

It's hard.

"Well, hahaha, I think I'm very lucky. I guess many reporters outside are about to hate me. They have been busy for most of the day and can't interview Mr. Lu several times, and I interviewed Lu within a few hours. The teacher has so many questions...haha." He Ming laughed, very happy.

"Haha." Although Lu Yuan smiled on his face, he was a typical mother selling critics in his heart.

"Well, although I actually still have a lot of questions to ask Mr. Lu, this is a variety show, not a serious talk show. Teacher Lu, in order to welcome you, we have prepared a game specially. ..."

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Lu Yuan felt a little more comfortable when He Ming announced to play the game.

A smile appeared on the faces of several other guests who were serving as the background board.

At least they don't need to stand so silly and embarrassed, right?

at least……

They feel that they can officially be on camera.

Even if a lot of things have been edited, can it not be possible to edit all the scenes of their games?

The game show is not difficult, let alone something tall, that is, a simplified version of one, two, three, wooden people...

An Xiao drew lots to be the leader.

And Lu Yuan and the others headed towards the small red flag with their backs to An Xiao. When An Xiao turned around and didn’t call the wooden man, everyone rushed towards the small red flag. When An Xiao turned around, everyone could not move. Even if a move is foul, it must be eliminated...

This game tests people's ability to react.

Lu Yuan is quite interested in this game.

He feels that he has no other talents, and his ability to react is quite fast...

"one two Three……"

"Blockhead!"

An Xiao turned around...

The others stood still, as for Lu Yuan...

It is a staggering.

"Haha, Teacher Lu, you were eliminated in the first round!" He Ming laughed after seeing Lu Yuan and motioned for Lu Yuan to leave the game.

"Yeah...it's a pity." Lu Yuan was slightly upset.

Although his brain reacts very quickly, his physical coordination skills seem to be unable to keep up with his brain.

"Haha, keep going!"

"Ok."

The game was very interesting when it first started, but after a few rounds of play, He Ming found that the game was wrong.

This is not a problem with the game but a problem with Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan was eliminated in the first round every time.

And every time it was eliminated in various ways.

Either Lu Yuan was eliminated with a trembling foot, or Lu Yuan was eliminated with a trembling hand, and once he was even speechless. As soon as Lu Yuan raised his foot, he called a wooden man to make Lu Yuan stagger and fall without holding his feet.

After seeing the embarrassing behavior of Lu Yuan, the audience kept laughing.

It stands to reason that this program works well.

But He Ming found that after Lu Yuan was eliminated, the audience didn't laugh much when the remaining people were playing games. Even if they laughed, they were just scattered laughs, unlike Lu Yuan who appeared on the stage. Acoustic...

Long hosting experience tells He Ming that this will definitely not work.

Lu Yuan’s performance in the game and Lu Yuan’s not in the game are completely different.

The audience's focus is still on Lu Yuan.

The game was originally planned for five rounds, but after the fourth round, He Ming wisely announced the next link.

The other guests were a little speechless.

This game has just started to play, did you declare it over?

What does this mean?

"Teacher Lu, when I heard you just now, you actually had a profession as a chef, right?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Why don't you show us your cooking skills?"

"Uh, are you here? This, nothing!"

"Teacher Lu, don't worry, I've already prepared things..." He Ming clapped his hands, with an inscrutable smile on his face.

"Uh, it's not good, I haven't cooked vegetables for a long time."

"how long?"

"About four months."

"Haha, how much can the cooking technique degrade after four months? Come, I believe all the audience off the court would like to see you show off your cooking skills!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I also want to taste the dishes made by Lu Shuai, and I will feel very happy if I can taste the dishes made by Lu Shuai!" The stupid sister Jia Jia came to Lu Yuan with stars all over her eyes. I don't know if it is pretending to worship.

"Um... this... I really stepped back a lot... if that's the case, then okay, I'll cook it!" Lu Yuan squeezed a bit, watching the staff put all the cooking items over. Lu Yuan smiled a little at the corner of his mouth.

He seems to feel itchy hands.

Cooking...

Gee.

I haven't shown it for a long time.

Although he hasn't burned it for a while, basically he is still working on recipes and things, and he has been asking Wang Long for various questions these days, and he feels that he is basically not a big problem.

Xiuyixiu is no problem.

What do you mean dark cuisine?

nonexistent!

As for Fatty Wei and An Xiao, they stared at He Ming like a ghost.

What the **** is this!

There is no such link in this script!

Can we follow the script?

Can you come!

just now……

Nima couldn't even think about it now.

Looking at the expectant audience below, Fatty Wei suddenly shook his head.

Do these audiences know what the real dark food is?