Chapter 2217 The only Trainee in the Room

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After Jin Feihong's performance, he stepped down to the applause.

He still had a look of pride on his face that was hard to conceal.

It was indeed a great honor to be Gu Qiu's ladder in front of the top leaders of the Liuwan Taichu Holy Land, at least that's what he thought.

Jin Feihong returned to the backstage and saw An Lin who was still waiting to go on stage.

He walked towards An Lin and smiled at him like an old friend.

There was no anger on Jin Feihong's face, but his eyes were full of indifference and contempt when he looked at An Lin, as if the other party was an insignificant ant.

"Do you see the gap between you and us?"

"Trainee... Don't think you are so great just because you can perform on stage. You are just a filler."

"If you go on stage after Gu Qiu, you will be regarded as shit by the audience, right?"

Jin Feihong saw An Lin's solemn expression and smiled brightly.

He knew that it was his strength that made An Lin feel scared, so he could only deal with it with this expression.

He liked to watch those who provoked him fall into the abyss step by step, and fall into despair step by step in front of his powerful strength, and finally collapse or beg for mercy.

Jin Feihong enjoyed this feeling very much.

"Jin Feihong, don't be too pushy! Brother Dabao is a trainee recognized by the gold medal instructors. What qualifications do you have to scold Brother Dabao?!" Yingbao suddenly stood up at this time and glared at Jin Feihong.

Jin Feihong saw the girl who jumped out and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Haha, trainee, have you fallen to the point where a girl stands up for you?"

"I hope you can perform well and become the artist with the least tickets in the audience. It's okay, but don't be scolded off the stage by the audience..."

Seeing the unconcealable worry on An Lin's face, Jin Feihong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if looking at a trembling little lamb, and stopped pestering and walked away directly.

He still has plenty of time to play with An Lin in the future. Tonight is just a prelude, or just the beginning of Liu Dabao's nightmare.

An Lin didn't say anything from beginning to end. It's not that he couldn't refute, but he was still thinking about going on stage. The worry that Jin Feihong saw was real.

But it wasn't the worry of being scolded by the audience.

It was the worry of how to make the flower ticket more than twice that of Gu Qiu...

The famous brand performance after Jin Feihong ended, further lowering the audience's expectations.

At this time, the host Hong Jie came on stage.

She smiled and announced the next performance.

"Next, please invite trainee Liu Dabao to perform a song for us, cooking dance!"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience in the entire venue was stunned.

"Did I hear it right? Cooking dance?"

"Cooking can also be choreographed into a dance? Is this a new type of comedy show?"

"Haha, has Hong Mo Fang fallen to the point of attracting attention?"

"Trainee Liu Dabao? Now trainees can also perform at this level of feast? Does Hong Mo Fang want to vigorously cultivate this newcomer!"

Some audiences questioned, while others were amazed.

They had previously seemed indifferent to the subsequent programs because of Gu Qiu's performance, but they couldn't help but turn their eyes to the stage. Of course, those eyes were not kind.

This is a trainee! A trainee who is not even the top star! I'm afraid he is the only trainee who will perform on the stage at Hong Mo Night?

They all want to see what kind of clown dares to perform in such a refined place.

The trainees and famous artists also turned their eyes to the center of the stage.

Jin Feihong was also there, with a smile on his face.

He was waiting for An Lin to make a fool of himself.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a man in white clothes and holding a black frying pan began to appear in the center of the stage. He held the frying pan and spatula and made a weird yet handsome cooking posture.

"Pfft... What's this look? Is he really here to make people laugh?"

"You know what, I think this posture is pretty good."

"Also, this Liu Dabao looks pretty handsome, especially when you focus on it..."

An audience member found the highlight, but only regarded it as a comedy show.

"Come on! Brother Dabao!" Yingbao shouted in the backstage.

Unlike the enthusiastic cheers and screams of other famous brands and top brands, An Lin's appearance was only perfunctory applause and laughter from the heart.

There was no way, this look was too unique.

At this time, An Lin had already started to greet the audience.

"Hello everyone, I am the trainee Liu Dabao, my specialties are cooking, dancing and being handsome. Now I will show you a very special dance."

As soon as An Lin finished speaking, the sharp and dynamic music sounded.

Then, he began to wield the spatula like a knife and the black pot like ink in the air. A unique and unimaginable beauty made some of the audience who were digesting An Lin freeze their smiles on their faces.

"This... this dance..."

"How is it possible?!"

Jin Feihong also widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"The spatula is like the turning of the world, and the frying pan is like the heart of the chef who can put the world into the pot. The world can be seen between flipping and tossing!"

Countless people were shocked, including Yingbao.

Even the gold medal instructors showed shock on their faces.

An Lin did not bring a spatula to the performance for them before!

And these movements have become more advanced and more in line with the Great Dao, and even beyond their understanding of the dance!

The Dragon Emperor was stunned.

The Spirit Emperor was a gray child-like existence. When he saw this dance, he floated up directly.

The Red Emperor of the Eighth District, a woman wearing a red colorful feathered dress, also stood up, her eyes shining brightly: "My Hongmofang actually has such a talent?"

The district heads were so shocked, not to mention the audience.

They had looked at the joke with disdain before, but now they were directly shocked and speechless. They could only stare blankly, naturally feeling that special beauty, as if the heavenly way followed the law, and everything was so comfortable and beautiful.

"This person... is a trainee, Liu Dabao?" Yunxian stood quietly on the windowsill of the independent viewing room, looking at the man on the stage in a daze.

"What a terrible opponent... My dance has been challenged..." In another viewing room, the Golden Wheel Dance Emperor exclaimed.

Gu Qiu also opened the small window of the independent viewing room and looked at the man dancing with a frying pan and a spatula in the center of the stage. His eyes were as gentle as water and he watched silently.

The three top performers were all watching An Lin's performance intently.

This was a treatment that Jin Feihong had never had before.

In terms of performance techniques and the appropriate state of mind, An Lin's cooking dance was comparable to the top performer's dance. After watching such a dance for a long time, you might even feel your stomach growling and always want to eat something.

An Lin was betting on the title of Heavenly God of Cooking in his performance!

Just when the audience thought the performance would end in this way.

An Lin suddenly took out a chicken from his ring! !