Roar.
Roar roar roar!
A surge of heat, a primal excitement and elation, swept through the entire studio. Unconsciously, the focus of the entire room shifted towards the mysterious figure entering the stage. The anticipation and curiosity, the excitement of exploration and scrutiny, made the blood faintly boil.
A lively scene.
Elizabeth walked towards Ross, like lovers in a passionate embrace, opening her arms to hug him, and踮起脚尖准备亲吻, but Ross immediately noticed the man's gaze.
In fact, he didn't have any special movements. His left hand was in his pocket, standing naturally. Not only was it not formal or serious, but it even had a kind of ease and casualness that made him seem like he was the host. Just standing there, his aura naturally formed.
Ross was a little flustered, not knowing how to place his hands and feet. He quickly raised his hand to stop Elizabeth, breaking free from the hug, his face full of righteous innocence. But he was also worried about Elizabeth getting angry, so he cautiously patted Elizabeth's forehead, as if comforting a pet.
Elizabeth: ? ? ?
The studio erupted in laughter.
Ross couldn't care less. He put on an awkward but polite smile, and obediently put his hands in his pants pockets again to show his innocence.
Elizabeth noticed Ross's gaze and stepped back to make introductions. "Ross, this is my brother, Paul Stevens."
Then she turned around, "Paul, this is Ross Geller."
Ross looked at Elizabeth with a surprised expression. "Brother? I thought you were saying…" He cut himself off, quickly putting on a smile and looking forward. "Brother, so it's brother. I was just thinking you were too young. How old were you when you had Elizabeth?"
Ross breathed a slight sigh of relief—
Compared to a father, a brother is much easier to deal with.
In the studio, almost everyone had the same thought as Ross:
So it's her brother.
No wonder!
When this man appeared just now, more than half of the people in the room were full of question marks, unable to understand why the so-called 'father' was a young man.
Moreover, compared to Ross, this man was obviously much more charming, but Elizabeth was dating Ross. This scene was a little funny.
But now, everything made sense.
Gazes, busily, fell on Anson, and his skin felt slightly hot.
Honestly, he thought he would be nervous. Before going on stage, the urge to urinate came, and his bladder sensed the pressure without warning. These reactions don't lie. If he were standing in front of the camera, he might feel even more nervous. In his previous life in the film crew, he had witnessed countless actors completely lose themselves in front of the camera.
However, it didn't happen.
Not only did it not happen, but he completely relaxed.
He could feel the presence of the cameras. There were three camera positions in three different locations, all operating and filming at the same time. The red lights were hidden in the shadows outside the lights, monitoring the prey like a pack of wolves.
But he didn't lose focus at all. Instead, he entered a wonderful state because of the presence of the cameras, clearly feeling himself, feeling the performance.
His gaze was focused on the two people in front of him—
One was his sister, and the other was his sister's date.
This feeling was subtle and interesting.
Everything just came out naturally.
Paul spoke, "Twenty years old."
Ross: ?
Paul added, "My father had Elizabeth when he was twenty years old."
Ross blinked, "Then you…"
Paul pointed to himself, "Eighteen years old."
This scene—
Was Paul saying that he was eighteen years old, or that his father had him when he was eighteen?
Such a subtle sense of dislocation created a light sense of absurdity, not enough to cause roaring laughter, but enough to make people smile. The air in the studio was very relaxed.
Calm, composed, confident, and unrestrained.
Paul only said three sentences before and after, without any special tone or expression, but a wonderful chemical reaction occurred in the back-and-forth dialogue.
Imperceptibly, the balance of initiative had already tilted towards Paul.
Ross was a little flustered, looking at Paul in a hurry, and then trying to show his friendliness as much as possible, revealing his neat eight teeth, comparable to a toothpaste advertisement, "Oh, Paul, you're so humorous. Very nice to meet you."
Paul didn't respond immediately. He extended his right hand and shook Ross's right hand—
The second before, it was unremarkable.
Laughter rang out sporadically in the studio, mainly from male audience members.
Obviously, they were very clear about the tense struggle between Ross and Paul.
Ross was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded, "Of course, of course, Stevens. So, why not Mr. Stevens?"
Paul, "That's my father."
Ross opened his mouth, directly stunned, "Oh."
Looking at Ross's stiff expression, the laughter in the studio was very rampant.
However, Gloria realized that her gaze always involuntarily turned to the man next to her—Paul. The suave temperament that emanated from the inside out had a charm that grabbed attention.
At this time, Gloria noticed Paul's expression.
"So, Ross…"
He said.
After a pause, Paul quietly looked into Ross's eyes, without looking him up and down or changing his expression, just looking at Ross calmly, but this one action and one expression dragged the rhythm of the scene over.
Then.
"What's wrong with you?"
One sentence, hidden behind a short pause, the humorous effect came out, instantly filling the studio with laughter, the atmosphere was particularly warm.
Gloria also giggled.
Ross barely maintained his smile, the corners of his cracked mouth seemed to freeze like that, "Wh-what?"
Paul still had a slight upturn to the corners of his mouth, "Why can't you get a girlfriend your own age?"
Ross, "Heh heh." He began to look up at the sky, trying to come up with a witty answer, "That's funny." But then he felt Paul's straight gaze, and his smile disappeared immediately. He lowered his voice, his face full of seriousness, "That's not funny."
A wave of soft laughter surged.
Paul's eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked at Ross with a smiling face, "I don't want you to continue dating my sister, Ross."
Ross blinked—
He was a little flustered.
"Uh."
First, he put his hands on his hips, posing in an attacking stance, but seeing the playful look in Paul's eyes, he was inexplicably guilty; then he crossed his arms over his chest, making a defensive stance, and turned to look at Elizabeth with a helpless look.
Elizabeth shook her head almost imperceptibly, indicating that she couldn't help.
Ross looked at Paul again.
"Uh. Okay, I, uh, I can see that."
"But I think, give me a chance, I can definitely change your mind."
Paul slowly raised his chin, "Okay."
Ross: … "What?"
Paul, "Okay, I'll give you a chance to change my mind."
Ross breathed a long sigh of relief, turned to look at Elizabeth, and the two of them were almost about to embrace and cry.
Paul, "You have one minute."
Haha.
Hahaha!
The whole place burst into laughter.
Ross completely froze in place, his brain crashed.
Elizabeth finally couldn't stand it anymore, "Paul!"
Paul gave Elizabeth a smile, a hint of doting in his eyes, "Okay, two minutes."
Then, Paul raised his hands and made a playful gesture towards Ross with two index fingers, "Start!"
Roaring laughter, thunderous laughter!
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