Life is a Game

The makeup teacher hired by the program group is still very reliable. It may be because the competition time is too long, and the contestants are about to face high-temperature stoves. The reason for the makeup is extremely important. Jiang Feng feels that the makeup time this time is shorter than before. Much more.

Wu Minqi had arrived, and he had finished eating the buns that Wu Minqi had brought for him. The two of them even chatted about Wu Jialiang's newly dyed hairstyle for a while before it was Jiang Feng's turn to put on makeup.

It was nine o'clock when Jiang Feng's makeup and hair were all done, and Luo Lan and Wu Minqi were in the same batch of makeup as Jiang Feng, which meant that the last batch of makeup duo on the background board of the restaurant on the top floor might not have enough time to complete the makeup and hair.

But it doesn't matter, it's the background board anyway. Even if these two people make desserts, they are all for Roland. They belong to the underhands. They are the same whether they have makeup or hair, and the camera will definitely not catch them.

The live broadcast will start on time at ten o'clock, and there is less than an hour left. The early audience has already started to enter the arena. Sun Maocai is holding the cheat sheet he made last night and looking at it carefully. Go through the soup making process again beforehand, so as not to overturn and make mistakes during the competition.

Sun Jikai was concerned about whether his father would come to watch the game today. Although he wanted the ticket for Sun Changping, he was not sure whether Sun Changping would come.

Wu Minqi was worried about whether her father would fight with Jiang's family.

Only Jiang Feng's focus was strange. He was worried about whether there would be enough seats in the first row.

There are only sofa chairs in the first row. If the first row is not enough for the Jiang family, the chairs in the back may not be able to bear the weight of more than two hundred catties.

Just when Jiang Feng was worried and was hesitating whether to send a message to ask his father how everyone was seated, a staff member hurried into the rest room, walked up to Jiang Feng, bent down and whispered: "Mr. Jiang Feng, your There is something wrong with the group of relatives and friends, you may need to go out..."

Jiang Feng didn't finish listening to what he said. He only listened to the first half of the sentence and his heart skipped a beat. After thinking about it, it turned out that there was something wrong with the chair, so he quickly got up and ran away.

The staff left behind looked at a loss, and said the second half of the sentence blankly: "... persuade him."

Jiang Feng came out of the backstage and when he walked around to the front of the auditorium, he realized that there was no problem with the seats.

The seats were arranged very well. Jiang's family sat in the first row, sitting very comfortably. Among them, Jiang Shoucheng was leaning comfortably on the soft sofa chair and playing with his mobile phone happily. Only then did Jiang Feng notice that the seats in the first row were actually longer than those in the next few rows, and there were many more seats, occupying all the seats in the aisle and there was no aisle.

Not only can the Jiang family sit down, there are even three more seats.

The problem is row 2.

Obviously, Wu Hanxue, Wu Mama, Wu Jialiang, Sun Changping, Lu Sheng and the old man beside Lu Sheng who Jiang Feng didn't know were excluded in the second place, and there were 3 or 4 staff members in the corner, who were surrounding them The people standing were arguing loudly, so violently that it seemed that a physical confrontation was about to erupt.

The Jiang family in the first row were either playing with their mobile phones, or sitting on chairs to watch the show.

Seeing Jiang Feng coming out, the staff standing in front of the first row hurried forward to pull him as if seeing a savior, took him around to the corner of the second row, and said as he walked, "Mr. Jiang Feng, you can figure it out. This should be your friend. I told him that our show is not a concert or a variety show, and we can’t bring light boards. Moreover, the words on his light boards... are not suitable for being photographed. If he sits It’s fine if you don’t scan the camera at the back, but he sits in the second row and the camera must be scanned. We are straight and can’t edit in post, and we really can’t lift it up. You can persuade him, this really needs to be taken away!”

Jiang Feng was dumbfounded when he heard that, thinking about friends and lights.

Then he came closer, saw the light sign clearly, and saw his friend clearly.

In the middle of the crowd is Wang Hao.

He was clinging to the two stacked light cards on his chest, as if he wanted to argue with reason and defend his dear light card to the death.

These two light boards are quite big, and there are many words on them. One of the light boards says that Brother Feng is awesome, and the other one says that Brother Feng will win.

Jiang Feng: ...

Where's his rolling pin?

All he wanted to do now was to beat this traitor to death with a rolling pin!

Seeing Jiang Feng coming, Wang Hao became as excited as when he saw the savior. He stood up holding the light board and stood up. He didn't know which switch on the light board was touched, and the LED light on the light board flashed instantly. stand up. Like a neon sign, accompanied by a sound effect similar to that of a sprinkler, it instantly became the focus of the audience.

Jiang Feng: ...

He felt that he didn't need a rolling pin anymore, he could beat this traitor to death with his bare hands now.

"Brother Feng, they are too much. I obviously called the program team a few days ago and asked if I could bring some small props for Yingyuan. They clearly said yes. Now I spent money to customize it and brought it. They said How can it be possible to take it away if you don’t allow it?” Wang Hao’s face was full of resentment and distress for the money he made for the custom-made light sign.

"You didn't say it was this kind of light sign when you called. This is a live broadcast, and your words on it cannot be broadcast." The staff pointed to Brother Feng's awesome sign, "and You didn't say that your light board has light effects and sound, your voice is too sharp and harsh, and you are in the front row, it will definitely affect the competition of the players on the stage."

"Please take the light card away. It's best not to return it to him after the game." Jiang Feng forced a smile on the staff, snatched the light card from Wang Hao's hand, and handed it to the staff.

The staff happily ran away holding the light board.

Seeing that it was hopeless to hold up the light sign, Wang Hao couldn't help but sighed in disappointment, then opened the small black bag he carried on his back in front of Jiang Feng, and took out two banners from it.

The words on the banner are so familiar.

Brother Feng is awesome!

Brother Feng will win!

Jiang Feng: ...

He even wondered whether Wang Hao took money from Chef Arnold in order to break his mentality before the game and make him perform abnormally during the game.

"You've been writing advertising copywriting for others in this way for more than a year?" Jiang Feng was really shocked. As far as Wang Hao's level of publicity is still an excellent employee of their company, has this kind of company not closed yet?

Wang Hao smiled shyly: "I'm usually too embarrassed to tell you, Brother Feng, you don't understand that current customers like this direct and exaggerated style."

Jiang Feng turned around silently, and asked Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide in the front row to deal with Wang Hao's problem. After all, Jiang Shoucheng was professional in dealing with medical troubles.

"Brother Cheng, Brother De, please deal with him." Jiang Feng pointed to Wang Hao behind him, and left without looking back.

Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide, who were originally concentrating on playing with their phones, quickly put down their phones and began to help Jiang Feng deal with Wang Hao's pre-match obstacle.

"Brother Feng, brother Feng, don't, just kidding, that light sign is just a joke, when you press the switch twice, there is only light but no sound effect. No, I actually just want to help you pull a banner, really, you believe me Really, the banner is very useful. Brother Feng, Brother Feng, don’t do this! Brother De, Brother Cheng, we are old acquaintances, it’s not worth it, it’s not worth it, I’ll take it myself, don’t do it, don’t...it hurts, it hurts, it really hurts , Brother Cheng, I promise... Brother Feng!"

Jiang Feng happily returned to the backstage.

The members of the Wu family and the melon-eaters who witnessed everything: ...

Wu Hanxue frowned and shook his head in displeasure: "It's just nonsense!"

Mother Wu felt that the interaction between Jiang Feng and Wang Hao just now was quite interesting, and said with a smile: "I think it's pretty good, relax before the game, Xiaofeng and his friends are quite interesting."

"Didn't Qiqi say that? We can still eat Xiaofeng's porridge when we sit here later. I remember that you wanted to try his porridge when you were watching variety shows. Today you can be counted as fulfilling your wish." ” Wu’s mother said.

Wu Han learned to be serious: "What are you watching variety shows, don't talk nonsense, I never watch variety shows."

Wu Jialiang: "Pfft."

"Jialiang, what are you talking about?" Wu Hanxue looked at his eldest nephew coldly.

"It's nothing, nothing, I'm choking on my saliva." Wu Jialiang immediately became serious, and with a straight face, he took out his mobile phone and sent Wu Minqi a message.

Wu Jialiang: Your dad wants to drink the porridge made by Jiang Feng.

Wu Minqi: (??????)??