Author: Number One Cutie

The net is here.

Countdown to Spring Festival Gala.

All programs are in initial preparation.

Netizens are also in the process of making initial adjustments.

"He can guess the style of Qinzhou's Spring Festival Gala next year. It should be about promoting marriage and childbirth."

"Stop talking, he doesn't even want to turn on the TV anymore. The elders have a new excuse to urge marriage~"

"No, now the skits cannot be broadcast if they are not right and right?"

"Look forward to the Spring Festival Gala in Donggongzhou!! After all, in terms of overall performance, Gongzhou is the most powerful, and is completely in charge of the stage. You can do whatever you want!"

"But on the stage in Gongzhou, many jokes are out of rhythm, and his laughter will be delayed. It feels like he is mentally ill."

"Now that I have a sense of the picture, I watched it with them this time, and then I was laughed at for a long time. You are such a fool~"

Qinzhou TV station.

Maybe the small media has taken a break now, and the readers have edited the copy at home and are just waiting for the final click to send.

But no, the official media needs to work overtime.

"Next year it's their turn to work overtime!"

The intern asked in surprise, "Isn't it a good thing to work overtime during the Spring Festival Gala to improve their resume?"

"What nonsense? Is everything stipulated? They don't care about the media outside. Even if it doesn't look good, they still want to praise it, so that everyone wants to see it!!"

"The media outside can speak freely. After watching the Spring Festival Gala, they can just complain about it if it is not good-looking. Their own TV stations must work hard to save their respect and make it good-looking! The main theme can be measured if it is right, but it cannot be criticized if it is not good."

The reporters complained quietly.

"And if there is an unexpected situation that shouldn't happen, they will try their best to cover it up, otherwise it will be ingenious."

"Every Spring Festival Gala, a lot of brain cells are asked to die, and not many people are willing to come to such a drudgery,"

…

Backstage at the Spring Festival Gala.

The tense atmosphere has begun to spread.

Although the reputation of the Spring Festival Gala in recent years has not been very good, the Spring Festival Gala stage is still the most famous and most watched program in everyone's mind.

It has become a habit.

On the morning of the Spring Festival, even if I am not watching, I will turn on the TV and put on the program.

In addition, for every Spring Festival Gala, there is a survival of the fittest number of online viewers.

This is also the best time for celebrities to produce data.

"It's about to begin!"

"That time, they were in a bad spot in the ratings and were definitely at the bottom!!"

"Don't say that. They should not strive to be in the bottom three that time, but strive to be in the top three."

"If he remembers correctly, there are six states in total. If you are not in the top three, you are in the bottom three?"

"Bulian, their program this time is quite guaranteed, they can definitely break into the top three!"

"No, that time their goal was to be number one!"

"Forget it! It's so hard to be first!"

"No, first place? I dare to think! Qinzhou has held the Spring Festival Gala for so many years, and it has never won the first place!"

The director team was also extremely nervous.

Xianyu also hopes that one day he will have a chance to turn around.

I would have never dared to think about it before.

But now, I can’t just think about it briefly.

In the past, if you knew it, you could be ranked at the bottom, so it didn't matter, but now...

My competitive spirit was inexplicably aroused by those scripts.

I started to have expectations.

I started to feel competitive.

start……

Got nervous.

Just like when they came to the Spring Festival Gala for internship for the first time.

…

at home.

The TV has been turned on, and the sonorous sound of mahjong has never stopped in the house.

There was the sound of children playing cards.

Each one forms a faction.

There was a lot of fun there, but Lin Su seemed a little lonely alone.

Lin Su took the demonstration and sent her videos one after another...

In the dormitory group, the topic gradually started to arise.

Lu Shi: "Su Su, he saw the two scripts I wrote!!"

Chen Xixi: "He also saw it. He saw that the program list seemed to have a song by Su Su."

Meng Li: "Awesome! Su Su! I can rest assured that he will not miss any of my programs."

Lin Su jokingly typed out on the display screen, "Then, please ask Mr. Meng, who never misses anything, to write down his thoughts after watching Yidong's program. It's worth a thousand words."

"ah?"

"Isn't it true?"

Lin Su: "He calls it collecting opinions from the audience. Dongji can do better!"

After Meng Li was stunned for a long time, he said, "Ma Zai, wait a minute, he's looking for someone to record the screen!! He believes that it's only a thousand words, and he can definitely write it out."

Lin Su burst out laughing, feeling like he was bullying a child.

"Okay, he was joking. After watching it, he had already seen the effect during the freshman welcome party."

Meng Li breathed a long sigh of relief, "Don't I know if someone scares someone to death?"

"here we go."

Familiar voices and host accents gradually appeared on the TV.

"It's begun, it's begun."

"Qinzhou people must come to support Yidong's local ratings."

"It's so funny, Qinzhou's crappy show, even our own people can't stand it."

"Why don't he go and see Gongzhou!"

"He went to see Cape Town, and the opening star was Figueroa, his favorite star!"

"He went to see Yuzhou. The opening dance was said to be all handsome."

"Aww, support Shangzhou, why don't you start with a big chorus?"

"He frantically called for Qinzhou. Although the opening was still not a clichéd chorus, and the ending was definitely a happy reunion chorus, but otherwise it would not be Qinzhou's local and local temperament."

“It’s so funny that even the locals despise the Spring Festival Gala.”

The Spring Festival Gala has just started, on Intercontinental Television and on the east side of the forum, netizens are leaving crazy messages.

The first stage.

Qinzhou kicked off with a chorus.

From time to time, the audience looked at the Yidong big screen and saw the familiar singing legs, then roared and then swiped to show their support.

"Qinzhou kills."

"The first show was thoroughly guessed."

"Hahahaha! It's been the same old routine for many years. No, I'm not going to fault everyone who sang that time. That song really didn't sound good."

"You're laughing so hard, stop talking, and the fans are asking for help."

"I don't know why, but I can't remember the songs from the Spring Festival Gala in recent years."

Shangzhou Cantata.

The audience was equally disdainful, why don't we let Qu Dad make a song?!

The entire Spring Festival Gala seemed perfunctory.

When Jiaozhou opened his solo performance, there were fans of the star, enjoying the music alone.

Most of them are average.

It all depends on appearance.

Gongzhou opening dance.

The dance that was originally highly anticipated, after figuring out the outer core of the dance, the barrage was going crazy, Gongzhou, I fell!

The opening dance of Zhengzhou.

The response was enthusiastic and extraordinary, and it attracted a lot of audiences.

In the first game, Zhengzhou, who was not very outstanding and usually looked like a passerby, took the lead.

The ending was something that no one expected.

Obviously, viewers don't stick to one TV station to watch, switching at any time and switching when they see something they like.

First update tomorrow~
Chapter completed!