Chapter Eleven Each Has Its Own Characteristics

  Luchi walked up in surprise and stood still, the girl turned sideways, revealing a beautiful long neck, her pink lips slowly approached the host's ear, forming a beautiful picture.

  "What?!"

  Luchi's eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed, as if something unbelievable had happened.

  "Yes." The girl nodded, and again approached Luchi, speaking in a low voice. People around her perked up their ears to listen clearly, but to no avail. Her cold, gentle voice was extremely faint, probably only audible to the host.

  "What are they talking about?"

  "What exactly happened?"

  "Is this girl suddenly feeling unwell?"

  The contestants on the side were discussing it, and even the judges showed a puzzled expression.

  "Alright, my performance has ended." Just as everyone was still in a daze, Qing Guang had already bowed again and stood back in front of the judges' table with an elegant smile.

  "I'm sure you all have a lot of questions." Ruchi flashed his standard eight-toothed smile, holding up the topic in his hand. The topic that was randomly selected turned out to be quite abstract.

  Curious!

  The crowd was in an uproar, and if it were an ordinary person performing curiosity, they should have looked puzzled and confused, even exaggeratedly holding their chin and biting their finger to show off a cute appearance. However, Qingguang did the opposite, and her series of actions happened to pique everyone's curiosity, perfectly interpreting this word.

  "Ruchi, I'm curious what the little girl just said to you." A middle-aged uncle on the judges' panel bit his tongue with curiosity and asked out the hearts of everyone.

  "Rucci deliberately made a mysterious appearance, lowering his voice and saying 'She told me to pretend to be very surprised, Cold Light Girl, today I helped you out as a shield.'"

  When they heard this phrase that had once appeared on the Spring Festival Gala, everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing. Leng Guang also smiled slightly and said, "If there's a chance, I'll invite you to dinner."

  This performance is not only very interesting in form, but also fully embodies the essence of curiosity. Just now, humans standing in the room were curious about what happened and what the host said to the cold light.

  So the seven passes of the judges are also reasonable, and Luchi shows a big smile. According to experience, after this program is broadcast, it will definitely make Tomato TV's ratings reach a new high!

  The chilling performance brought immense pressure to the people behind, so much so that the eighth contestant directly gave up, but Feng Hua's fighting spirit was instead stirred up. The stronger the opponent, the sweeter the victory would be. She secretly clenched her fist and encouraged herself, not expecting the young people of today to be so formidable already.

  Of course, when she said this, she seemed to have forgotten that her own body was only seventeen years old, and if it were a normal family, she would still be in high school, and absolutely the best time in the eyes of others.

  The competition continued, and the 9th and 10th contestants regained their composure after taking the stage, performing normally but only scoring three passes. After witnessing the outstanding performance earlier, the judges' standards were even higher.

  "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I am contestant number eleven, Hua Feng." Fenghua smiled as she stepped forward, reporting her prepared stage name.

  "Let's begin." The judges slightly raised their spirits, after all this girl was a seed player in their eyes, but even with confidence, almost no one believed that this girl could surpass Leng Guang. After all, such ingenious composition and vivid performance had reached a very high level in this not-so-well-prepared competition.

  She glanced at the performance topic, Feng Hua let out a slight sigh, and handed the topic to Lu Qi. The latter raised his thumb, generously encouraging this beautiful girl, but she probably couldn't have imagined that in this seemingly unfamiliar body, there was actually a familiar soul inside.

  Fenghua adjusted her long skirt slightly until it was just above her ankles. Everyone's eyes were fixed on her, and the performance began.

  He rolled up his sleeves, with one hand holding onto the air, clearly pretending to be carrying a basket. Feng Hua's eyes revealed a desolate gaze, but her cheeks wore a smile, and this mixture not only failed to comfort people, but instead gave off an aura of deep sorrow.

  "Sir, could you please buy a match for me?"

  Her voice fell, revealing a disappointed expression, apparently having been rejected. However, the girl didn't get angry; she blew on her frozen palm and walked towards another customer.

  "Beautiful lady, would you be so kind as to buy a match?"

  "Sir, please, ah." Fenghua stumbled and her body suddenly jerked upwards as if she had been pushed hard, but when she fell, she tightly protected the basket in her hand.

  "Not bad." "Very vivid."

  The judges exchanged whispers, this contestant had a great sense of camera angles, the explosive power of acting was just right, and the fall grabbed the hearts of onlookers with exceptional precision.

  The girl sat on the cold ground, without the courage to stand up again. "Why, why doesn't anyone buy my matches?" Big drops of tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

  Everyone couldn't help but feel a lump in their throat, wanting to go forward and lift up the girl, even if it was just buying her a match.

  At this moment, Feng Hua suddenly raised his head, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, as if a traveler who was about to die of thirst in the desert had finally seen an oasis, and discovered the dawn of survival.

  "Ah, madam, please wait a moment."

  As the tone of renewed hope rose, onlookers clenched their fists in secret, hoping someone would save this poor girl.

  Bang.

  After a loud crash, Fenghua fell heavily to the ground. The floor was too slippery, and the girl's thin soles couldn't resist the cold ground at all. No one paid attention to her, no one would care about this poor girl, the desolate street, only her lonely crying sound.

  "I'm so cold, really so cold." The girl curled up her body, but left a gap between the walls, as if she was holding a basket with matches in her arms. She wanted to go home, but how could she dare to go home without selling any matches? Perhaps only death is eternal relief, far away from this cold and indifferent world, where there is no hunger or cold in heaven.

  Tick-tock, tick-tock, before they knew it, the audience couldn't help but shed tears. This was a well-known fairy tale, but when it finally unfolded before their eyes, everyone felt as if there was a poor girl about to freeze to death right in front of them.

  "Bravo!" As the curtain call ended, everyone applauded spontaneously. Some girls had red eyes and couldn't leave the scene for a long time.

  Until the end, not only did the judges start applauding, but even Ruchi, who should have maintained an objective attitude, couldn't help but join in. It was really great, a performance that was unparalleled and incomparable. At this moment, Feng Hua was the one and only, the most dazzling star.

  "Are you not going to listen to the topic?" Everyone was already so excited before the answer was even announced, and Ruchi couldn't help but interrupt with a small interjection. The crowd hastily stopped their applause, they were all stunned by this brilliant performance, to the point where they forgot about the most crucial thing.

  "Hua Feng's performance is." Ruchi spread out his palm, showing the topic on it "Warmth".

  Digression

  "Actually, I don't quite understand what 'fenghua' performance is?"

  Little bear: "The little match girl!"

  "What's that?"

  Little bear: "Don't you have a childhood..."

  X Ice: "There must still be people who don't know."

  Little bear: "Can you?"

  Everyone, is there anyone who doesn't know this story? You can raise your hand!

  Dividing line

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