Zhou Lu stopped talking and walked straight to the big table. He cut off the three stacked bricks with his knife.

"Crack!"

All the bricks snapped into two pieces.

Seeing Zhou Lu cutting bricks with ease, the audience immediately gave him warm applause.

Zhao Bingxian cheered and praised: "Well done, great!"

A smile broke out on Ye Kexin's face, and she raised her hand to applaud Zhou Lu.

But she felt a little strange in her heart. Zhou Lu obviously had a particularly magical magic show, so why did he choose such a simple and crude performance?

This kind of performance is just a hard kung fu performance no matter what. Although it is very powerful, it cannot expand its influence in the entertainment industry.

To put it simply, there is no after-effects.

And magical magic can have great effects.

Lan Zixi raised her beautiful red lips and showed a beautiful smile. She applauded with all her strength, her joy diluting her own unhappiness.

She has no formal relationship with Zhou Lu, but she has made an appointment with him and regards him as her future man. She will not be honored by any of Zhou Lu's achievements.

After Zhou Lu finished his performance, he walked backstage.

"Wait a minute," Song Zhongjun called Zhou Lu, "It's not over yet. Didn't the director make it clear to you?"

Zhou Lu kept walking: "The director said that after I perform, it will be your turn to talk to the guests, so I will go to the back to smoke a cigarette first."

The audience laughed.

I thought Zhou Lu was joking.

The rhythm was disrupted. Song Zhongjun became anxious and chased after him angrily, blocking Zhou Lu: "Who do you think you are? Why are you pulling? You are shameless, right? Is this a place where you can cause trouble?"

"What did I cause trouble? It's not a live broadcast. I don't want it, so just cut out the scenes of my performance." Zhou Lu picked up a cigarette, polished the lighter and lit it, looking happy.

I am not causing trouble, I am causing trouble!

For a sanctimonious hypocrite, the most fun thing is to expose his dirty true face layer by layer in front of many people.

At the same time, while there are so many viewers, you might as well show off.

If you want to be more coquettish and get more coquettish points, it is best to let the audience's emotions rise and fall one after another.

Song Zhongjun was angered by Zhou Lu several times, and the anger in his heart accumulated more and more. Zhou Lu looked arrogant, like a fuse, which immediately angered him:

"To put it lightly, you are causing trouble by wasting our time! Do you know how expensive the recording fee is? Can you afford it? You still dare to smoke. You are just a bit brute. Why are you so crazy? You are a lowly person, how dare you do it in front of me?

horizontal……"

"Snapped!"

Before Song Zhongjun finished speaking, he was slapped hard on the face by Zhou Lu, fell to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained several teeth.

Zhou Lu was waiting for this moment, a reason to beat someone up.

There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth: "Can you be quiet now?"

Song Zhongjun was slapped and his teeth were all over the floor, and he was stunned.

He has a high status in this studio, and everyone respects him respectfully, especially when hosting on the stage. He controls the whole place and has the power to control the situation. He never expected to be beaten.

Not only Song Zhongjun was confused, but all the audience and staff were also confused.

This situation has never been seen before. A little-known young performer dared to hit a nationally renowned host with a strong background and strength, and he did so on the recording stage of the program.

When this news spread, it definitely made headlines in the entertainment industry.

Ye Kexin was stunned and realized that Zhou Lu had caused a big disaster.

She didn't understand that this junior high school classmate, whom she remembered as having a gentle temper, had behaved in such an extreme way today.

When Zhao Bingxian saw Zhou Lu start fighting even after a disagreement, she was stunned and at a loss.

She quickly understood that Zhou Lu might be venting his anger on Lan Zixi, so he proposed a temporary performance and deliberately contacted Song Zhongjun.

Song Zhongjun has been hosting a front-line column for 20 to 30 years, and his image has always been great and upright. Being slapped on the stage is a particularly humiliating thing.

She closed her eyes and her body trembled.

Because she knew the terrifying power of Song Zhongjun.

And since Zhou Lu was highly recommended by her, she will definitely be implicated, which may be a heavy blow to her career, or even a devastating blow.

Lan Zixi was the person who knew Zhou Lu best at the scene. She was stunned for a moment and then came to her senses, knowing that Zhou Lu did this for her.

Zhou Lu had certain connections in Jiangcheng, but this was the capital, a very large city, and someone else's territory. If he hit someone, and hit him so hard, he would get into big trouble.

Lan Zixi ran towards Zhou Lu from behind the scenes.

When she saw Zhou Lu smoking a cigarette, she waved her hand to signal her not to go there.

His eyes were still so calm and confident.

He was in the whirlpool, but he seemed to be watching a play from the sidelines, smoking calmly and without any panic.

Lan Zixi stopped and chose to trust Zhou Lu and let him handle it on his own.

She was very uneasy in her heart, but she was also very moved.

Any girl who sees a boy rushing in front to protect her regardless of the consequences will worry and blame him for his reckless behavior, but she will definitely be moved.

at the same time,

There was chaos in front of and behind the scenes, with all kinds of screams and shouts.

"Teacher Song, are you okay?"

"Teacher Song is injured. Quick, get the medical kit and call the doctor."

"Don't let the attacker get away!"

"catch him!"

More than a dozen security guards and staff rushed to the stage and stopped Zhou Lu, their eyes full of hostility and a hint of fear.

Zhou Lu could cut off three pieces of the rotary head with his hands. If he were to cut it off, he would probably break his muscles and bones.

Zhou Lu paid no attention to the surrounding security guards and continued to smoke alone.

Let’s talk about everything after smoking.

Make a plan in your mind and take it step by step.

At this time,

Song Zhongjun was helped up and stared at Zhou Lu. His resentful eyes disappeared in a flash. He changed his previous anger and showed "magnanimity". He laughed at himself: "I am also dedicating myself to art."

Director Chu asked from the side: "Teacher Song, how should we deal with that kid?"

"Don't embarrass him yet, maybe he will encounter something unpleasant..." Song Zhongjun said calmly.

"Teacher Song, this is the behavior of a gentleman."

"Repaying evil with kindness, Teacher Song is a prime minister who can support a boat, I admire him."

"Boy, do you feel ashamed to see Teacher Song's kindness and generosity? Are you aware of your guilt? I advise you to kneel down and sincerely apologize to Teacher Song."

Zhou Lu frowned slightly.

This Song Zhongjun is indeed a famous host. He is quick-thinking and very talkative. He deliberately used his "tolerance" to set off my "guilt".

Are you still pretending in front of me?

Zhou Lu raised his hand slightly and threw out a "Truth Talisman" that he had prepared.

This kind of talisman was used on Yao Qian last time and had good results.

"Beat him!" Song Zhongjun suddenly became furious and pointed at Zhou Lu, hysterically, "Beat him to death! Are so many of you useless? Director Chu, if you know how to do something, please order him to be arrested and beaten!" I'll take care of anything!"

People around me were once again confused.

When Song Zhongjun spoke, the contrast between what he said before and after was too great.

Everyone was confused for a while.

The man who had just praised Song Zhongjun for his gentlemanly demeanor, generosity and righteousness, slapped himself in the face, and now looked as if he had eaten a fly, with a strange expression.
Chapter completed!