Chapter 225 Can You Teach Me How to Chop Firewood

Those who work hard deserve to be respected wherever they go.

They are determined, no matter what others are playing, resting or doing, they are not affected, and they always focus on their own careers.

Such a person should succeed.

But sometimes, they can really stress out those around them.

The moment Zhen Shasha came with the ax in hand, the barrage almost let out a howl.

[Ah, although q my family Xu Shuai chops firewood, I really want to see it, but I feel that he doesn’t want to move now, he seems to want to lie down and bask in the sun~ He has the leisurely look of a retired old man playing chess in the park, really I can't bear him being disturbed! 】

[My elder brother He has been getting off work very late recently, and "Then" ended in a hurry. He only slept for less than four hours for several days in a row. It hurts so much. Can you let my elder brother sit down for a while and let him play a game? ? 】

[I seem to have seen myself at nine o'clock last night, about to have a game of kings, and was suddenly called by the boss to work overtime! My day! 】

[Hey, I want to see my brother play games with his sister! My brother was a king, and I almost missed it! 】

[Is it an illusion? Why do you feel that Sasha is out of place in this variety show? On the contrary, it was the younger sister Xia, who seemed to get along very well with Xu Shuai and He Xianrou. 】

[Isn't salted fish delicious? Chopping firewood...can't she ask the villagers for advice? Could it be that my elder brother He looks a lot like a woodcutter! ? 】

Zhen Shasha's actions had the opposite effect.

The manager Li Qiang jumped up and down.

And when Xu Rongwei and He Zhihang pointed her out together, and Zhen Shasha successfully chopped a crooked firewood, she was still not satisfied and felt that she could do better.

"Is it my lack of arm strength?"

"Brother Xu, do you think my posture is right?"

"Brother He, how can you chop firewood from the middle?"

It is indeed very good, but the fans of the two groups are a little depressed, and even the passers-by are confused.

[Will this program be chopping firewood for an hour, or two hours? 】

[Can't fast forward, I'm too uncomfortable! 】

[I'll withdraw first. If Xu Shuai took off his shirt and showed his muscles, I can do it, but... this female artist is very reluctant to chop wood. I'm always worried that she will cut off her own feet... I can't bear to look directly at her. 】

[It's a bit annoying, I'd rather the four of them chat and talk about gossip in the circle that I don't know about! 】

[I play a game for my brother, it's so boring. 】

[The name of the program should be changed to 'Picking Firewood Class'. 】

Since the live broadcast started, the number of viewers has been rising.

At this moment, it suddenly fell.

Many people left the live broadcast room.

Director Lin Sheng couldn't help sighing when he saw the data.

Zhen Shasha had worked with her before, and he thought she was a smart actress at the time, why is she so stupid today?

If it is normal, of course there is no problem in learning to chop wood. Later, the boring parts will be cut out, and the highlights of the interaction and the pictures of obvious progress in chopping wood will be edited out, and only the essence will be played.

But this is a program without editing, that is to say, the guests have to control the rhythm by themselves, and they can't really do something in front of the camera that makes the audience feel very boring.

What's so good about chopping firewood?

"cut."

Director Lin raised his hand, motioning for the silent Xia Bohe to take the camera.

At this moment, he prefers the genuine little girl Xia.

Even in a daze.

A beautiful woman in a daze is also better than chopping firewood.

But unexpectedly, not long after the camera passed, he saw a trace of confusion on the perfect face of the little girl zoomed in on the monitor, her red lips opening and closing.

"What is she talking about, the radio operator is approaching!"

Lin Sheng was anxious.

Soon, he heard it.

Even the audience heard it.

"Chopping wood...Hands should hurt..." She frowned, her pink lips moved, "If you chop too much, you will get calloused, so you won't be able to accept commercials for hand cream, and you won't be able to clap your hands for close-ups on TV... ...The loss is at least more than 100,000 yuan? Tragic."

Director Lin Sheng: "???"

A bunch of exclamation points on the barrage.