yournovel Chapter 447 Almost becoming invisible
Chapter 447 Almost becoming invisible
Chapter 447 Almost becoming invisible
Before long, the group arrived at the Hunan TV cafeteria.
At this moment, before the peak dining hours, the spacious hall appeared empty.
As the host, Wang Han did not choose to take them to eat in the main hall, but instead turned into a particularly quiet private room.
Upon entering the private room, Wang Han enthusiastically began to arrange for everyone to take their seats.
"We have to record the show at seven o'clock, so time is tight. We'll just have a simple meal. Although the station's canteen can't compare to the delicacies of big restaurants, the chefs' skills are quite good. It's all home-style dishes, which I guarantee will suit everyone's taste."
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With a broad smile, he pulled over a chair, turned to Zhao Zhongxiang, and gestured for him to sit down. He said respectfully, "Teacher Zhao, please have a seat. I've been very busy today, and time is tight. Please forgive me if I haven't been able to entertain you properly. I'll definitely have a good drink with you next time."
"Xiao Wang, you're too kind." Zhao Zhongxiang smiled kindly and took his seat at a leisurely pace.
Everyone took their seats.
Having left the noisy environment of the rehearsal venue, they all seemed rather quiet now, or perhaps they weren't as enthusiastic to begin with.
Inside the private room, there were only occasional brief chats.
Soon, one dish after another was served.
The food tastes delicious.
After finishing a bowl of rice, Sister Ru was now gnawing on a piece of steamed pork rib, her cheeks bulging as she looked on with great relish.
She used the tip of her chopsticks to pick up a bone and put it into the dish. Suddenly, she turned her gaze to Xiaoqian and asked with some curiosity, "Xiaoqian, how long have you been working for Teacher Ni Ping?"
Ni Ping was wiping her mouth with a tissue when she heard the question. She smiled and continued, "She's been with my family since she was a child. When she first came, she couldn't speak Mandarin well and only knew the Sichuan dialect. Now she's not only my assistant and agent, but she also does voice acting for movies and TV shows."
Xiaoqian slightly raised her head and glanced at Yu Huan, who was engrossed in eating.
She smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, and nodded gently, saying, "I really can't do without Auntie's careful guidance! Auntie not only trusted me to be her agent, but also personally trained me to be a voice actor, giving me so many opportunities."
“No, it’s because you’re ambitious, hardworking, and have a strong drive,” Ni Ping said with a smile.
Ni Ping was indeed a kind person. When she was signing copies of her essay collection "Days" in Chengdu, Sichuan, she met Xiaoqian, who came from a poor family and had dropped out of school to work. So she invited Xiaoqian to come to the capital to work as a live-in nanny.
From a nanny to an agent and voice actress, Xiaoqian's growth is inseparable from Ni Ping's cultivation and guidance.
Yu Huan kept eating silently, listening to their conversation like an outsider.
During the entire process, he only gave a brief response when Zhao Zhongxiang called on him and asked about his work and company. He remained mostly silent.
There was no way around it; the food at the Hunan TV cafeteria was just too much to his liking—it was so delicious!
This is the most important thing.
We really should send our company's cafeteria chefs over for some training.
Seeing that the women had all put down their chopsticks one after another, and that he had almost finished eating and felt quite full, he then put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.
Zhao Zhongxiang slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, then looked up at Wang Han with a smile and said in a very magnetic voice, "We didn't prepare any special programs for this trip. It doesn't seem like there are any song and dance performances planned. How about we all sing a couple of songs as we please?"
After hearing this, Wang Han thought for a moment and then readily agreed, saying, "Teacher Zhao's idea is excellent; it's both relaxing and will liven up the atmosphere—"
As they spoke, their gaze naturally drifted towards Yu Huan.
He suddenly changed the subject and said, "Xiao Yu, how about you sing one first?"
At that moment, Yu Huan was holding a glass and enjoying her coconut milk.
Hearing this out of the blue, he almost choked, quickly put down his cup, and waved his hand: "I can't sing."
Sister Ru took in Yu Huan's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help but burst out laughing. She teased him and said, "Uncle Wang, please forgive him. He has a terrible voice. His singing is so bad that people have to cover their ears. He's really not good enough for the stage."
"Oh? Is it really that exaggerated?" Wang Han raised an eyebrow and said jokingly, "Ru, don't be modest for him! Such a handsome guy can't be bad at singing."
Xiaoqian chimed in from the side, "Boss, don't hold back! Sing one later and let us feast our ears!"
Yu Huan caught his breath, scratched his head with a wry smile, and said helplessly, "I really can't sing. Sister Ru's words about my terrible voice are no exaggeration. Other people sing for money, but I sing for my life. It's unbearable to listen to myself, let alone embarrass myself on stage."
As soon as the humorous remark was made, everyone burst into laughter.
Ni Ping smiled and nodded, then turned her gaze to Zhao Zhongxiang and said half-jokingly, "Well, Mr. Zhao Zhongxiang, it seems that today's stage will only rely on your golden voice to hold up the show. We'll just quietly be the audience and enjoy your wonderful performance."
Wang Han smiled broadly and chimed in, "It's alright, the young men over there sing quite well."
After meal.
Wang Han led the group back to the studio in Zone T2.
As I stepped into the backstage corridor, a series of undulating footsteps echoed out, breaking the slightly tranquil atmosphere.
The sky outside the window was already dark, a dim and gloomy scene.
Wang Han walked with his hands casually behind his back, taking a leisurely pace.
As he walked, he turned slightly to the side, a warm smile on his face, and asked Zhao Zhongxiang, "Teacher Zhao, would you like to rest in the lounge for a while, or go to the dressing room to tidy up first?"
Zhao Zhongxiang looked relaxed, slightly raised his chin, and replied, "I'm fine with anything, Xiao Wang, you can arrange it."
Ni Ping, who was standing behind the two, smiled and chimed in, "You've just finished eating, why don't you rest for a bit first?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Han didn't hesitate and promptly took out his phone from his pocket and made a call.
The group strolled leisurely along the corridor. Soon, the girl with pigtails came running from the direction they had come from.
Hearing the noise behind him, Yu Huan subconsciously turned around and their eyes met.
In an instant, the girl with pigtails greeted him softly, "Boss~" Yu Huan smiled in response.
The girl with pigtails kept walking until she reached Wang Han's side before slowing down. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she called out breathlessly, "Brother Han!"
Wang Han turned to look at her, then smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Accompany the teachers to the guest lounge. If they need anything, make sure to arrange it properly, okay?"
"I know," she replied crisply.
During their conversation, Wang Han led them to a door.
Yu Huan was about to follow the crowd into the lounge when Wang Han suddenly called out to her from the doorway: "Xiao Yu, come with me."
Upon hearing the sound, Yu Huan froze, and her slightly raised heel fell back down.
A slight doubt arose in her heart, but she nodded and said "okay" without thinking.
Sister Ru, who was just half a step into the lounge, paused upon hearing the conversation, immediately stepped back, and closed the lounge door gently.
Wang Han's gaze held an undisguised scrutiny as he looked Yu Huan up and down.
After a moment, he spoke with the air of an elder: "Your clothes are a good choice, they fit you well and make you look smart. However, your hair is a bit long and doesn't look very neat. Come with me to the dressing room, I'll have someone cut your hair."
Yu Huan subconsciously raised her hand, ran her fingers through her hair, and touched her hair: "It's been quite a while since I cut it."
The scene of my last haircut involuntarily surfaced in my mind.
Back in Shanghai, Lin Yourong was pointing and directing, while Sister Ru was doing the work...
Sister Ru, who was standing nearby, jokingly interjected, "Just cut it a little shorter, that's fine. His wife personally designed this hairstyle for him, she treasures it."
These words made Wang Han chuckle.
He patted Yu Huan on the shoulder, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of mockery in his eyes, "You can't even sing a song, so how did you manage to win over your wife?"
Yu Huan shrugged and said, "Fate is predetermined, there's nothing I can do about it."
Sister Ru chuckled: "Although Yu Huan isn't good at singing, he does have some redeeming qualities that his wife finds appealing."
"Oh? Tall and handsome, huh?!" Wang Han raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk, then turned and strode away.
Yu Huan coughed slightly, didn't say anything more, and followed closely behind.
With his hands behind his back, Wang Han walked and said, "During today's rehearsal, I noticed you were quite composed and unhurried, which is rare. However, you're a bit too reserved and don't try to steal the spotlight. If I didn't call you out, you'd practically be invisible standing to the side. If you're like this during the actual recording, you definitely won't have much screen time when the footage is edited out."
Yu Huan couldn't really say it directly, that it was his father-in-law's task.
He just wanted to keep a low profile and get through his developmental period.
"This is my first time on stage, so I'm a little unsure of myself. I'll just follow the others and try to make as few mistakes as possible," Yu Huan said with a smile.
Wang Han stopped, reached into his pocket, pulled out a betel nut, deftly tossed it into his mouth, and began to chew it, his cheeks twitching slightly.
Only after Yu Huan reached his side did he continue taking steps.
At the same time, he turned his head slightly, looked directly at Yu Huan, and said with a serious expression, "Little Yu, I have to have a good talk with you. After you go on stage, don't just dryly recount your rise to fame and then stand there like a wooden post without saying a word. That won't do. If the audience doesn't remember you, then this trip will have been for nothing."
Yu Huan nodded and quickly replied, "Understood."
Wang Han took another puff of betel nut and spoke slowly, "Even Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang volunteered to paint on the spot! Since you've been given personal time, don't act like you're not a guest; be bold. Being tall and handsome isn't enough. You need to showcase your unique characteristics so that viewers who don't know you will remember you and not forget you as soon as they turn around. And also—"
He paused for a moment at this point.
After a moment's thought, he continued, "Those more sensitive social phenomena are definitely off-limits for discussion. You always have some unique aspects in your daily life—"
Yu Huan coughed slightly and interrupted, saying, "Uncle Wang, then I'll do the same as Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang and write some calligraphy on stage. That would be a talent, too."
Following behind the two, Sister Ru, who was a step behind, was immediately surprised and raised her voice: "Yu Huan, you can write calligraphy?"
Yu Huan smiled slightly and said, "Well, I wouldn't call myself an expert, but compared to singing, this skill is at least presentable. If that's not enough, I can manage poetry recitation."
Sister Ru's voice rose a few decibels: "Yu Huan, your poetry recitation is really good! I heard you also have a Chinese language teacher's certificate, you must be good at this!"
After listening to their conversation, Wang Han immediately teased Yu Huan, "Hey! I knew you weren't going to be enthusiastic. If I didn't push you, you were really planning to just go through the motions and get by on stage, huh?"
Although it was said in a half-joking tone, it really hit the nail on the head.
Yu Huan scratched his head and said, "Uncle Wang, I'm just a little unsure of myself. It's my first time on such a big stage, and I'm afraid I'll mess it up."
Wang Han chewed on betel nut and said leisurely, "I'll cover for you, what are you afraid of! Just go for it, show off your talents in calligraphy and poetry recitation. Even if you make a small mistake or mess it up, we can just cut it out in the post-production editing."
Yu Huan knew that ordinary guests wouldn't receive this kind of treatment.
Zhao Zhongxiang can casually add a singing segment to the show with a single sentence, and Ni Ping can get her assistant to go on stage with her. The reason they can modify the program script so easily is ultimately because of their established status in the industry.
Both of them have hosted the Spring Festival Gala for more than a dozen years. They are very experienced. For them, appearing on a pre-recorded episode of "Day Day Up" is a piece of cake.
Yu Huan tactfully agreed to Wang Han's kind offer: "Okay."
Listening to their conversation, Sister Ru smiled and said, "Yu Huan, I've never really seen you perform any real talent before. I'm getting impatient."
Wang Han's smile deepened, and he patted Yu Huan's shoulder heavily, asking, "What are you going to recite?"
“Modern poetry, please.” Yu Huan tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the incandescent lights on the ceiling, which seemed to float past one by one as she walked.
After a moment's thought, he added, "As for which one specifically, I'll think about it some more."
Upon hearing this, Wang Han was not particularly worried about his abilities.
After all, a son-in-law who is chosen by both parents must have extraordinary qualities and be no ordinary person.
(End of this chapter)