He Jiongjiong, truly worthy of his title as a gold dal host, snapped out of his daze after two seconds and imdiately reacted, forcefully smoothing things over.
"Xiao Jiang is just too dedicated to his craft! He's even in character while eating! Let's give him a round of applause for his commitnt!"
He led the applause.
A smattering of claps followed, with Huang Yulei chiming in as well.
Looking at everyone's complicated reactions, Jiang Ci felt genuinely puzzled.
He simply thought that line of dialogue perfectly matched his current state of mind, sothing Ye Chen would definitely say.
Could this dish really be that problematic?
He was completely unaware that his one sentence had brought the conversation to a screeching halt.
Behind the monitor, the program director excitedly pumped his fist.
This unexpected "stroke of genius" sent the show's entertainnt value skyrocketing.
The live stream's real-ti viewer count on the backend showed an exaggerated peak, breaking through four hundred thousand concurrent viewers!
He made a decisive call, imdiately signaling the staff through his earpiece to move on to the next segnt.
"Hurry! Bring out the prop!"
Upon receiving the instruction, the staff imdiately carried out an extravagantly decorated "Mystery Magic Box."
The wooden box was painted in a riot of colors, plastered with shiny stars and question marks.
Seeing this, He Jiongjiong imdiately stood up, shifting everyone's attention away from the plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork that was about to go cold.
"Alright, dinner ti is over! Now, let's begin our evening's main event!"
He patted the giant box, producing a series of "thump, thump" sounds.
"'Classic Reenactnt' impromptu performance live stream, starting now!"
He Jiongjiong began explaining the rules.
"The rules are simple. The challenger needs to draw, from this magic box, one 'Classic Movie Scene' card and one 'Bizarre Performance Prop.'"
"Then, using the prop they drew, they must perform an impromptu, creative reinterpretation of the movie scene!"
"This tests our actors' adaptability and imagination!"
As his words fell, everyone instinctively looked at the three "culprits" at the dinner table.
To break the awkwardness from earlier and for the sake of variety show entertainnt, Huang Yulei was the first to propose.
"This... I think we should let Qingying go first?"
"As the acting ceiling here, she needs to set an example for us!"
This suggestion received unanimous agreent.
Su Qingying was nominated as the first challenger.
She stood up from her seat.
As a professional actress, she wasn't afraid of any challenge.
Her earlier lapse in composure at the dinner table had left her with a knot of frustration in her heart. She needed a stage to prove her professionalism once again.
With a serious expression, Su Qingying stepped forward. Under a gaze full of anticipation, she reached her hand into the first lottery slot of the magic box.
She pulled out a stiff card.
He Jiongjiong took it and displayed it for the cara.
On the card, written in artistic font, was a title — "Titanic" Bow Flying Scene.
"Wow! A classic among classics!" He Jiongjiong exclaid in awe.
The bullet comnts in the live stream instantly beca lively.
"Starting off with a royal flush!"
"This scene is so demanding on atmosphere. I wonder how Sister Qingying will perform it."
Su Qingying's professional instincts were imdiately engaged.
"Titanic," Jack and Rose.
The ship's bow, the sea breeze, the sunset, epic romance and the final tenderness before a tragic parting.
Her mind was already rapidly constructing the core of the performance.
She had to capture that feeling of breaking free from restraints, of embracing freedom.
She also had to portray the fragility and preciousness of the love between two small individuals against the backdrop of a grand tragedy.
She was confident.
Next, she reached her hand into the other, larger lottery slot.
Inside this one was the "bizarre prop" that would decide her fate tonight.
Her hand fumbled inside, touching sothing large, smooth, and elastic.
Su Qingying's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over her.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present and the entire online live stream audience, she slowly dragged that thing out of the magic box.
The entire room fell silent.
It was a giant, bright yellow rubber duck, a full ter tall.
The duck's entire body was a glaring, bright yellow. Its huge eyes were drawn pitch black and perfectly round, and it had an equally enormous, flat orange beak.
Su Qingying placed it on the floor. Unstable due to its center of gravity, it wobbled adorably a couple of tis.
He Jiongjiong, quick with his hands, stepped forward and squeezed the duck's belly.
"QUACK—!"
A loud, raucous, giant duck call resounded throughout the entire Mushroom House.
Su Qingying looked at the scene card in her hand, then down at the silly, cute duck by her feet.
In that mont, her internal actor theory system crashed.
Stanislavski's thod Acting theory told her to start from herself.
But her mory contained no experience of feeling epic romance while holding a giant duck.
How was she supposed to perform this?
She couldn't imagine how she was supposed to hold this goofy duck and portray that epic level of romance.
The cara, very understandingly, gave her a big close-up shot.
She pressed her lips tightly together, her entire body frozen in place, desperately trying to control her expression that was on the verge of breaking down.
The bullet comnts in the live stream, after three seconds of complete silence, erupted in an explosion:
"Hahahahahaha! Is the production team evil? Is this sothing humans would do?"
"Look at Sister Qingying's expression! I feel like she wants to stab that duck!"
"I'm dying, I'm dying! My Ice Queen Best Actress! She's broken character more tis today than in the past ten years combined!"
"I bet fifty cents Sister Qingying will refuse! This is simply impossible to perform!"
Inside, Su Qingying was waging a fierce war with herself.
Her professional integrity as an actress forbade her from refusing.
But the visual before her offered absolutely no artistic entry point.
The bow of the Titanic.
Holding a giant rubber duck.
Saying the line, "I'm flying, Jack"?
No.
The image was too bizarre.
She tried to deconstruct this problem from a professional angle.
Treat the duck as a symbol.
Symbolizing what? Symbolizing the childlike innocence deep within the heroine Rose's heart?
Holding the duck ant holding her past self?
This logic seed plausible.
But when her gaze fell once again on the duck's silly, grinning beak that stretched to its ears...
This artistic concept she had just built instantly crumbled.
Try a different approach.
Treat the duck as the male lead, Jack.
Holding the duck ant holding Jack.
When the image of herself gazing lovingly at a rubber duck and saying "Jack" surfaced in her mind...
Su Qingying's body shuddered.
She felt her entire acting career was being challenged.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Just as Su Qingying was caught in this dilemma, almost frozen stiff on the spot...
A serious voice piped up from the side.
It was Jiang Ci.
He had been watching very seriously from the sidelines, also thinking about how to help.
Looking at the pained expression on Su Qingying's face, then at the innocent duck, he offered a suggestion he believed was perfectly reasonable.
"Teacher Su."
Jiang Ci's face was full of seriousness.
"You could imagine it as a swimming iceberg."
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