Super entertainment red envelope

Chapter 583 Broken Shoes King!
Li Zhifan and the band have 20 minutes of tuning time. According to the plan, he will start singing after the celebration ceremony at 12 o'clock.

But the time of the live performance is not particularly accurate, so it is already 11:45, and the previous singer has not finished singing his song. Although the time left seems to be not much, it is enough for Li Zhifan and the band to speed up the rhythm Yes, not to mention that he also has to preside over a few celebration ceremonies, which are actually very simple, just set off firecrackers and say a few words of blessing and it's over.

At this time, there was a rapper on the stage. The sweater on his body had two letters "Low-Red" written on it. This was not his name, but the name of a rap group from the Mainland. The branch company has also received resource support from Huana, and its performance business has also gone abroad, but it is still targeting the Chinese market. After all, in the hip-hop empire of the United States, the rap of the group Low-Red is superior both in terms of technology and level. It's just pediatrics.

Li Zhifan looked at the rapper, as if he was one of the group who were groping in the next classroom just now.

Thinking about it this way, maybe everyone in that classroom just now was this Low-Red person.

Maybe there are outsiders going in to have a happy together, then Li Zhifan doesn't know.

After a song was sung, Li Zhifan and the band were ready to take over the stage from the side.

However, as soon as Li Zhifan stepped up the steps, he heard the rapper on the stage shouting in a hip-hop tone: "Yo Yo Yo! Yeah! Hello everyone, I am your broken shoe king. I wish everyone a happy new year. Do you want to come again?" head?"

Many little sisters below waved their arms happily: "Okay!"

"Yeah! OK! Then I will bring my famous song - "I'm the King of Broken Shoes"!"

As he said that, electronic music was played on the stereo, and the rapper stood in front of the stage, jumping and shouting happily: "Yo Yo Yo, I am the king of broken shoes! I am the king of broken shoes! Follow my rhythm , Shout together, I am the King of Broken Shoes..."

The audience really followed suit and shouted: "I am the king of broken shoes!"

Hearing everyone shouting in unison, the broken shoe king was very satisfied, and continued to shout: "Yeah! I say broken shoes and you call them kings, broken shoes..."

"King!" the audience shouted.

"Broken shoes!" the rapper volleyed the microphone.

The audience cooperated and continued to shout: "King!"

"loose woman……"

"king!"

"loose woman……"

"king!"

"I am your..."

"king!"

The shouts of the audience became louder each time, and it was just this sentence.

Li Zhifan thought that the "song" he was talking about was just this kind of interaction, and it was estimated that it would end soon. Could he still have the cheek to keep shouting such a sentence for 5 minutes?

However, Li Zhifan was wrong, this guy really just yelled so cheekily for a full minute, and then started rapping again.

Li Zhifan looked at Mai Di speechlessly.

McGrady looked at the stage with a dumbfounded expression, noticed Li Zhifan's eyes, and quickly explained: "OH! NO! It's not what you think, we didn't arrange it at all, his song should have been sung, but..."

"Okay, I got it!"

Li Zhifan is not the kind of person who has no courage, let alone asking the singer on stage to sing one more song, it is considered as a support for the newcomer.

However, after 3 minutes of singing, the King of Broken Shoes completely ignored Li Zhifan, who was about to take the stage on the right side of the stage, and asked everyone if they would like to play another song. Before everyone could respond, he started singing again.

——Actually, he didn't glance over here from the beginning to the end, as if he was immersed in the hard-working performance for the audience.

Seeing his almost crazy appearance, Li Zhifan couldn't help but frowned and thought deeply, could it be... This guy came to the stage to perform after he was exhausted?So this performance, could it be the performance of nervous disorder after exhaling anesthesia?
"Is this using the stage as a KTV?"

Liu Yuan said very angrily, "Mr. McGrady, it's been a long time!"

"I know I know!"

McGrady wiped the sweat from his forehead, holding the phone in his hand and constantly communicating with someone, who seemed to be Low-Red's manager or something.

"Time is running out, let's get on stage!"

Li Zhifan said to the musicians behind him, "I'll try to delay it for a few minutes later, and while the firecrackers are set off, you can also tune the tune, understand?"

"OK!"

"YI!"

Several people nodded, and then walked to the stage.

There are people from Low-Red on the sound engineer's side, which seems to have been planned in advance, and it doesn't seem like they were improvised.

But those people were also very high, holding up the wine bottle and shaking it, looking like they were drunk and high.

"Ugh!"

Li Zhifan shook his head, and said to Liu Yuan and Song Song, "If the audience knows the truth, Hua Na will lose face... No, this is America, and the Chinese will lose face."

Liu Yuan and Song Song hugged their arms deeply, and they also looked dissatisfied.

Time passed by, and the broken shoe king had already sung two additional songs. After he finished singing this one, Li Zhifan quickly flew onto the stage with an extra microphone in his hand, and shouted at the same time: "Everyone! Fathers and folks, all Huaxia brothers and sisters, Happy New Year!"

Broken Shoes King looked back at Li Zhifan in astonishment, and was about to say something when a hand suddenly appeared from the audience, grabbed his trouser leg and pulled him down.

Hey, the grown-up Broken Shoes King was weak all over, and was pulled down suddenly, before he had time to resist, he had already landed on the ground.

The person who took over was not Low-Red, but the security personnel of the performing arts company, all carrying guns aggressively, all of them were real guns, and guns are allowed in the United States.

On the stage.

Li Zhifan's face was rosy, and he said happily: "In this traditional Chinese festival, I wish you all the best of luck, the second dragon soars, the three goats prosper, the four seasons are safe, the five blessings come to the door, the sixth and sixth days are smooth, the seven stars shine brightly, the eighth Face majesty, ninety-nine return to one, perfect, everything is prosperous, everything goes well, everything goes well! Happy New Year!"

"it is good!"

"That's great!"

The audience below applauded again and again, everyone basically knew him, and occasionally there were a few elderly people who didn't know him, but they couldn't stop laughing at his congratulations.

Li Zhifan knew that it would take time for the band to be tuned later, so he went on to say: "Some of you may know me, and some may not, so let me introduce myself. Los Angeles, when I came to this Chinatown, I was very happy to see so many Chinese who are connected by the same clan. Everyone knows that there are many traditions in celebrating the Spring Festival. These traditions have a long history and are said to have been passed down from ancient times. of……"

At the beginning of a few sentences, Li Zhifan told everyone a story about his childhood, but Song Song beside the stage rolled his eyes and said to Liu Yuan with a wry smile: "This kid, isn't he talking about cross talk? strip!"

"Not to mention, the overseas Chinese feel that he is kind. Look at everyone's demeanor, they really like his expression!" Liu Yuan said.

On the stage, Li Zhifan glanced at the time, it was 12 o'clock sharp.

So he quickly ended the story and shouted: "It's 12 o'clock, let's fire the firecrackers. In the sound of the firecrackers, let's feel the wisdom of our ancestors thousands of years ago! Three! Two! One! Start!"

"Crackling crackling..."

The sound of firecrackers exploded, some people blocked their ears, some covered their mouths and noses, and some shouted happily.

After a few minutes of firecrackers, Li Zhifan glanced at the musicians behind him. The drummer was sweating profusely as he twisted the snare drum and shook his head at Li Zhifan. One of them winked at him, and the other mouthed him to give him another minute.

For other singers, it's okay to be silent, but for Li Zhifan, a host with a professional qualification certificate, he can't be silent at this time, so he walked to the stage again.

When I was thinking about what to say, I caught a glimpse of the big word "drama" on the arch in front of the stage.

Suddenly, he had an inspiration in his heart.

So he cupped his hands and said to the audience: "It's rare to meet everyone in this place today. I noticed that this place seems to be a theater. Do you often come here to listen to operas?"

"Yes……"

Only a handful of people responded sparsely.

Some people corrected him that this place was just a stage, and he didn't know what the meaning of their correction was.

Li Zhifan didn't care about this, and smiled directly: "Well, I will take this opportunity to sing a piece of our Chinese national quintessence Peking Opera here today, how about it?"

"it is good!"

The applause grew louder, and even those young people wanted to hear how Li Zhifan would sing.

"Then I'll sing a section of "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy"!"

As Li Zhifan said, his eyes widened, he gestured like this, and sang aloud:
"Crossing Linhai~~~~~~~!"

"Crossing the snow field~~~~~~~!"

"Qi Chong~~~~~~Xiaohan..."

Li Zhifan changed his figure, stretched his gesture forward, fixed his eyes in the direction of the gesture, and then sang:
"Drink hard today ~ celebration wine!"

"Aspirations unpaid~ I will never stop!"

"I will show my skills in Japan~~~~!"

"Spray blood~~~Write Spring and Autumn~~~~~!"

Li Zhifan only sang a short section, and immediately won the applause from the audience after finishing his work.

Some people applauded blindly. Although they couldn't understand what he was singing, they still clapped their hands vigorously. These were loyal fans and fanatical fans.

Some people applauded just because he sang well, and he sang well. After all, Li Zhifan had learned singing from the master of the national essence. Although most of them were imitations, they were still remarkable.

next to the stage.

Liu Yuan asked Song Song in surprise, "What play is he singing?"

"I've never heard of it!" Song Song frowned. He and Liu Yuanke were both children who grew up in a large courtyard in the capital. It can't be said that they are familiar with Peking Opera. They really haven't heard of it.

"Didn't he just say that this section is called "Taking Tiger Mountain by Outsmart"?"

Liu Lele heard it clearly, but she didn't know if this scene existed.

Liu Yuan and Song Song looked at each other, full of suspicion. It seemed that they would have to ask Li Zhifan later.

……

on the stage.

After the play is over, the musicians are also ready.

Li Zhifan turned around and exchanged glances with these people, and immediately began to prepare.

"Thank you for your applause and encouragement!" Li Zhifan waved his hands and said, "The first song, "The Drunken Concubine", a song that combines Peking opera and pop music, is brought to you."

On the other side of the stage, several members of Low-Red stood on one side and hadn't left yet.

But the reason they didn't leave was because of the Spice Girls on the other side of the stage.

"Hey, did you see, those girls are really bright!"

"That white girl, wow! What a figure! Those legs are so long!"

"Hey, that black girl is also good!"

"That's not a black girl, it's a Brazilian girl, brown and red skin, have you ever seen a black girl?"

"never seen it!"

"Stop talking, let's go! Go over and flirt?"

"Didn't you see that Liu Yuan and Song Song are also here? It seems that they know each other. Isn't it appropriate for us to go like this?"

"What are you afraid of? In this way, let's go over to say hello to Liu Yuan and Song Song, and test it out. Whether we know each other or not, we can take the opportunity to make friends, and then invite them out to have a happy night. Maybe at night...hehe!"

"But there are only four! Five is not enough for us!"

"No need to divide, how good is it to play together?"

"..."

The five of them muttered in low voices, and their eyes were shining brightly. They swept over the girls, as if they wanted to swallow them up.

A woman's sixth sense is inherently powerful.

When the Low-Red guys started eyeing them, the Spice Five noticed.

And this kind of gaze makes them very comfortable, just like the feeling that flies only surround you and can't change other targets. It's very annoying, and I really want to beat it to death with a fly swatter.

Several girls immediately told Liu Yuan and Song Song about this discovery.

Liu Yuan glanced at the group of people, and said calmly: "Don't talk to them, your mission today is to perform, to see how Zhifan does on stage, this typhoon and self-confidence are what you learned... "

However, before he could finish his words, five people from Low-Red walked over in front of the crowd.

"Teacher Liu Yuan, Teacher Song Song!"

The leader was the guy named Broken Shoes King, with a flattering smile on his face, "Oh, I didn't expect to meet two teachers here, it's really an honor for us!"

"Ok!"

"You are……"

Although Song Song and Liu Yuan knew their identities, they still asked the question knowingly.

Broken Shoes King immediately introduced them to the two: "Hello, two teachers, we are from the Low-Red Rap Club. Not a group, but an alliance of rappers who have developed independently! These are..."

He introduced the brothers around him, and then asked hypocritically: "Teachers, are you watching the show?"

Song Song ignored them at all, just looked at Li Zhifan on the stage, and Liu Yuan was a pedant after all, so he replied casually: "Yes! We came here with Zhifan."

"Oh!"

Broken Shoes King directly skipped Li Zhifan's topic, pointing to the Spice Girls and asked, "Are they also here with the two teachers?"

"Ok?"

Liu Yuan and Song Song frowned at the Broken Shoes King, Song Song said this time, "What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)