The Most Popular Comedian [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 11 - Signed with Fanyu

 

Until Rong Yuheng stepped down to the backstage, the atmosphere on the court still couldn’t calm down for a long time.

Zhou Shubai had never seen such a battle in his aristocratic career in the past 20 years. He was shocked and muttered to himself, “What the **** is this…”

Rong Yuheng patted him on the shoulder, his eyes deep, “This is the second dimension.”

Zou Yi is also here, he looks quite happy, “No matter what, you must have passed this round, congratulations!”

Rong Yuheng’s mouth curled up when he heard the words, and his smile was shallow but particularly contagious.

“I went to the lounge to sit for a while, a little bit untenable.”

His ability to drift on stage is due to the roller skating on the sole, which is actually difficult to stand firm. I just drifted back and forth on the stage and jumped repeatedly for quite a while, and my physical exertion was close to the limit, and now my legs were sore and sore, I was struggling with excitement.

Zou Yi said, “Go ahead, I will accompany Shubai.”

Rong Yuheng nodded, and as soon as he turned around, he was caught off guard by the oncoming people!

He almost fell to the ground with a groan, but fortunately, Zou Yi stretched out his arm and caught him in time.

Rong Yuheng grabbed Zou Yi and stood up and looked sideways. He found that he was a student who was not familiar with him, named Yu Ruo. He should be the next player to play.

Yu Ruo stared at Rong Yuheng and gritted his teeth.

“What the **** are you talking about?” Zou Yi was not so good-tempered, and he was about to rush up with his arms, but was stopped by Rong Yuheng’s hands.

Rong Yuheng couldn’t see the mood swings on his face, he only watched Yu Ruo for a few seconds, and then suddenly said, “Come on.”

Zhou Shubai felt that Rong Yuheng was a little too good, he couldn’t see it anymore, “Why are you cheering for him?”

Yu Ruo sneered, “hypocritical.” After speaking, he went straight to the entrance.

As soon as he left, Rong Yuheng stretched out his hand to caress his heart, his face was shrouded with a light of compassion, and a compassionate temperament flowed from his eyes.

“Brother Yi, Brother Shubai, we want to be kind.”

Zou Yi looked at his heart, vaguely felt that something was wrong, and then his eyes touched a small bump…

Suddenly, his spiritual platform was energized—the Guanyin jade that the latter had slipped out of his neckline on the day of the audition appeared! For some reason, Zou Yi’s temples began to jump…

As if to testify to his idea, Rong Yuheng said slowly,

“After all, it’s their last game.”

“…”

Rong Yuheng returned to the lounge and sat on the sofa, rolled up his trousers and looked at his ankles. The lateral ankle is slightly swollen, and it seems to be screwed.

There has never been an opportunistic thing in the world. Rong Yuheng admits that his performance has downplayed the professional element, but it is not that he has not worked hard.

The makeup artist Qi Ling couldn’t help but worry when he saw his ankle twisted, “Rong Rong, let me get you some spray, right?”

“convenient?”