Chapter 225

225 Can you teach me how to cut wood?(1)

People who worked hard were worthy of respect wherever they went.

They were determined. No matter what other people were doing, they were not affected. They were always focused on their own business.

Such a person should succeed.

But sometimes, they really put a lot of pressure on the people around them.

The moment Zhen Shasha arrived with her axe, the bullet screen was filled with wailing.

[ ah, although I really want to see my Xu Shuai cutting wood, I feel like he doesn’t want to move now. He seems to want to lie down and bask in the sun. He looks like a retired old man playing chess in the park. I really can’t bear to disturb him! ]

[ my brother he has been getting off work very late recently. The ending of ” then ” is very urgent and he hasn’t slept more than four hours for several days in a row. It hurts so much. Can you let my brother sit for a while and let him play a game? ]

[ I seem to see myself at nine o ‘clock last night. I was about to play King when the boss suddenly called me to work overtime! [ f * ck! ]

[ hey, I want to see my brother play games with his sister! ] [ my brother’s King of Espers, I almost got a glimpse of it! ]

[ is it an illusion? Why did he feel that Shasha didn’t fit in at all? [ on the contrary, it’s the young sister Xia who seems to get along well with our Xu Shuai and he xianmeat. ]

[ doesn’t a salted fish feel good lying down? Chopping firewood ... Couldn’t she ask the villagers for advice? [ does my brother he look like a woodcutter? ]

Zhen Shasha’s actions had the opposite effect.

The manager, Li Qiang, was hopping mad.

When Xu Jinwei and he zhihang gave her pointers, Zhen Shasha successfully chopped out a crooked firewood. However, she was still not satisfied and felt that she could do better.

“Is my arm strength lacking?”

“Brother Xu, do you think I’m in the right position?”

“Brother he, how did you manage to split the firewood from the middle?”

It was indeed a perfectionist, but the fans of the two guilds were a little depressed, and even the passers-by were dumbfounded.

[ is the show going to be chopping wood for an hour or two? ]

[ I can’t fast-forward, I’m feeling terrible! ]

[ I’ll leave first. If Xu Shuai takes off his shirt and shows his muscles, I can, but ... ] It’s hard for this female artiste to chop firewood. I’m always worried that she’ll cut off her own feet ... I can’t bear to look at it. ]

[ I’m getting a little annoyed. I’d rather the four of them chat and talk about some gossip in the industry that I don’t know about! ]

[ I’m playing a game on behalf of my brother. It’s so boring. ]

[ let’s just change the name of the show to ‘chopping firewood’. ]

Ever since the livestream started, the number of viewers had been rising.

At this moment, it suddenly dropped.

Many people left the live broadcast room.

Director Lin Sheng could not help but sigh when he saw the data.

He had worked with Zhen Shasha before, and he thought she was a smart actress. Why was she so stupid today?

If it was during normal times, there would be no problem for him to learn how to cut wood. In the later stages, the boring parts would be cut out, and the interactive highlights and the obvious improvement in the scene before and after the woodcutting would be edited out. Only the essence would be played.

However, this was a show without editing, which meant that the guests had to control their own rhythm and couldn’t really repeat the same thing in front of the camera that would make the audience feel very bored.

What’s so good about chopping wood?

“Tsk.”

Director Lin raised his hand, signaling for the camera to focus on the silent summer.

At this time, he was more fond of the true-hearted little Xia.

Even if she was in a daze.

A beauty in a daze was better looking than chopping wood.

However, he didn’t expect that not long after the camera turned over, he would see a hint of confusion on the magnified young lady’s perfect face on the monitor. Her red lips opened and closed.

what is she saying? radio, come closer!

Lin Sheng was anxious.

Very soon, he heard it.

Even the audience could hear it.

“Chopping wood ... My hand should be in pain ...” She frowned and her pink lips moved. if you cut too much, you’ll get hurt and calluses will grow. Then you won’t be able to take the hand cream commercial, and you won’t be able to clap for the close-up shots on TV ... Losses of at least a hundred thousand? Tragic.”

Director Lin Sheng: “??? ”

The bullet screen was filled with exclamations.