The live broadcast scene was in chaos.
Blood stained the floor.
Zhuang Feifei was scared pale, trembling all over, standing far away with a look of horror, covering her mouth with both hands, not daring to make a sound.
Seven or eight people rushed onto the stage from below.
The host, also terrified, waved repeatedly at the few cameramen below.
Still filming?
This was a definite live broadcast accident.
Someone actually vomited blood on stage.
How could that be?
At the judges' table.
The four judges also stood up, staring tensely at the stage.
No way?
Did Chen Feng really vomit blood?
Could it be an act?
Was that blood he vomited?
...
On the live streaming platform.
The comment section was already flooded.
"Holy crap, what's going on?"
"Did that Chen Feng really vomit blood? Is it real or fake?"
"The scene is so chaotic? It can't be real, can it? How could it be such a coincidence? Don't tell me this Chen Feng is really a cancer patient."
"Huh? The screen went black."
"Damn, live broadcast accident. It seems it's confirmed now, that Chen Feng probably really vomited blood."
"Good heavens, acting with his life on the line?"
"Why do I have a doubt? This Chen Feng used to act as an Addict and attracted Yao Yao Ling (110). Later, he acted as an abusive husband and made his opponent cry. Now he's playing a cancer patient and ends up vomiting blood? I suspect he's always acting, and this time is no different. Anyone want to bet with me?"
"The analysis king upstairs."
"Damn, the screen is black, what's there to see?"
...
The program went black in the middle.
Almost everyone was convinced that Chen Feng must have really vomited blood.
Why?
Precisely because of Zhuang Feifei's loud screams.
If it was planned, she wouldn't need to be so scared, would she?
No choice, let's wait for the result.
...
On the stage.
Seven or eight people surrounded the sickbed.
On the sickbed.
Chen Feng was motionless, his face a ghastly grey like a dead person's.
His hands gripped the edge of the bed tightly.
His knuckles were pale and bluish.
The veins on his forehead and neck throbbed.
His whole body looked as if it had been drenched in water.
This was indeed a dying state.
The people who rushed over didn't dare to touch him.
Fearing that a single touch would instantly kill him.
At that time, would they be blamed?
Someone shouted, "Call the police, call 120."
Chen Feng on the sickbed suddenly trembled violently, and then he miraculously slowly calmed down, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then actually sat up.
The people around him retreated in fear.
Each of them looked at him in horror.
Damn!
He came back to life?
Chen Feng sat up, looked at the people around him innocently, then looked at the host in the distance and asked confusedly, "Excuse me, is the performance time up? What are these people doing?"
Host: "..."
Zhuang Feifei: "..."
Four judges: "..."
All the audience at the live broadcast scene: "..."
Holy crap!
Holy mother of all craps!
Was this guy just acting?
What's going on?
Zhuang Feifei was so startled, didn't she know Chen Feng was acting?
The whole venue was dead silent.
Even though the host had been in the industry for many years and had countless experiences in saving situations, how could he save this one?
Damn, the live broadcast camera was even turned off.
This was a live broadcast.
This was probably the most serious and absurd live broadcast accident in history, wasn't it?
Chen Feng got off the bed.
He showed no signs of abnormality, just stared blankly at everyone: "What's wrong? Did our performance stop? I was too immersed in the role just now and didn't pay attention."
Everyone: "..."
Too immersed in the role?
You scared everyone, damn it.
The host suddenly turned to look at Zhuang Feifei.
The murderous glint in his eyes could not be hidden.
And Zhuang Feifei also seemed to suddenly come to her senses, and then screamed, "Chen Feng, what's wrong with you? Why did you vomit blood?"
"Me?"
Chen Feng looked bewildered: "I'm perfectly fine, why would I vomit blood? That was tomato sauce mixed with a little water. Didn't I tell you we needed some blood?"
"You..."
Zhuang Feifei was dumbfounded, stomping her foot in anger: "You said some blood, but you didn't say vomit blood! And the way you were just now, you clearly... you clearly... you..."
She couldn't continue.
Chen Feng's appearance just now was exactly like someone about to die.
How could he be completely different now?
Where did that ghastly grey face go?
How could his face be rosy now?
Zhuang Feifei felt her brain had completely crashed.
Oh no!
He was acting, but she had single-handedly turned the live broadcast into a live broadcast accident.
What to do now?
At this moment, the chief director below suddenly waved at the host and shouted loudly, "Everyone to your positions, irrelevant personnel, get down quickly, the live broadcast continues."
"Switch the camera out."
"Host, think of an excuse."
"All audience members at the live broadcast scene, please help, sit down, and continue to quietly watch the scene."
"Stage lights to your positions."
"Resume live broadcast camera."
At the chief director's command, the irrelevant personnel left.
The cameraman started his equipment.
The live streaming platform resumed the picture.
In an instant, the internet exploded.
"What? The picture's back."
"What happened?"
"The picture's back. It seems like nothing happened? That Chen Feng is already standing up."
"Holy crap, what's going on? He's perfectly fine, what happened just now? Is that Zhuang Feifei an idiot? Yelling so loudly?"
"Looks like nothing happened."
"Today's show is exciting. What happened just now? Will the production team explain?"
"It must be a live broadcast accident."
"Probably Chen Feng's acting scared Zhuang Feifei, right?"
...
Live broadcast scene.
On the grand stage.
Zhuang Feifei stood there dumbfounded.
The spotlights had been re-adjusted.
The cameras were also on.
A million grass-mud horses galloped through the host's mind.
Damn it!
They didn't even give me time.
Make an excuse?
For such a major live broadcast accident, what excuse could I possibly make?
Forget it.
Let's not talk about the black screen for now.
The host simply threw the hot potato directly to the judges' table: "Alright, four Teacher Huang, their performance has ended. Now, please give your professional comments."
Four judges: "..."
Host, are you really not afraid of death?
Seeing the spotlight already shining on them, the wily Teacher Huang immediately shrank back and said with a smile, "Tong Gege, please comment."
Tong Gege: "..."
Although you are the respected Teacher Huang, why are you calling on me?
What qualifications do I have to comment?
Doesn't everyone know that the production team brought me here as a judge just to be a decoration?
Isn't it just to get traffic?
You want me to judge?
Is this something a person would do?
Tong Gege gritted her teeth and smiled at Liu Tianchi beside her: "Teacher Tianchi, why don't you start with some professional comments?"
Liu Tianchi didn't say a word, looked directly at Jiang Wen: "Director Jiang, you go first."
Jiang Wen: "..."
A line of black lines appeared on his forehead.
The bright spotlight shone on his head.
Everyone in the audience looked at him.
Jiang Wen took a deep breath, slowly moved the microphone closer, and said hoarsely, "This round, I choose Chen Feng."
