Generation Z Artists

Chapter 76 Every bit of acting is worth it [Continuous Big]

Seeing Jiao Guobiao suddenly collapse and kneel on the floor, the entire studio was plunged into a state of shock and confusion.

"ah?!!!"

No, are you really kneeling?
When everyone was confused, a sharp-eyed student suddenly noticed: "Fuck! The professor rolled his eyes!"

Before he finished speaking, the riot broke out.

Wang Meng stood up in a hurry, Yang Xin put down the microphone and raised her hand, Chen Danqing just dodged to the side...

As soon as the chaos began to spread, Jiao Guobiao's body fell forward, his head hit the stage with a bang - the camera clearly recorded this scene. The dignified Peking University professor stuck his butt out and kowtowing in front of Fang Xinghe, as if he was really kowtowing to him.

An unprecedented recording accident in the history of Chinese programs happened on the set of "Dialogue".

The three judges' trial of Fang Kuangfu was performed as a national standard of bowing down to the stars.

"Fuck! Are you really dizzy?!!!"

This couldn't have been an act, that muffled sound was painful to hear.

The exclamation startled everyone, and the deputy director rushed up from the side of the stage.

"Quick, quick, notify the infirmary!"

There was chaos on the stage and in the audience.

Fang Xinghe didn't move at all, just lowered his eyelids and casually adjusted his cuffs.

It is difficult to accurately describe the shock of this scene: the kneeling criminal, the sitting judge, the overhead light shining from above on Jiao Guobiao's soft and rotten flesh, and the side light casting light and shadow on Fang Xinghe's cheek...

Huang Jinghe is sure that she will remember this scene forever.

……

Several Peking University students subconsciously rushed to the stage and were about to help Jiao Guobiao, but were stopped by the deputy director: "Don't touch him, wait for the doctor to come!"

Yang Xin stopped them and said, "Go back! Don't make trouble!"

The top students realized the recklessness of their behavior and were suddenly at a loss as to what to do, looking at each other in bewilderment.

As a result, when his eyes swept across the sofa on the side, he saw the culprit Fang Xinghe still sitting there steadily, looking at everything with indifference.

The specific explanation of indifference is that there is neither guilt nor worry on his face, as if he is an outsider and does not care at all.

The passion unique to young people suddenly surged to their chests, and under the leadership of the vice president of the student union, several people strode towards Fang Xinghe.

"Fang Xinghe, look at what you have done!"

"The professor fainted because of you, and you ignored him. How cold-blooded!"

"You're in big trouble. You're going to be in big trouble. Do you understand?"

"Yes, you are responsible!"

The stern accusation only made the navy leader raise his eyelids.

"Oh? How do you want me to be responsible?"

The lazy voice and extremely contemptuous attitude made them even more frightened and angry.

But the question itself is quite difficult to answer.

Yes, how to be responsible?

Several people were suddenly awkward and at a loss as to what to do.

But there are always some people who are thick-skinned, such as the vice chairman, who said righteously: "You must publicly apologize to Professor Jiao and our Peking University! Otherwise, we will never let you go!"

"what!"

Fang Xinghe sneered and was about to ask them who could represent Peking University, but suddenly felt it was so boring - he had already cursed them enough verbally, and the contempt that belonged to Fang for public intellectuals was fully satisfied, but the wild impulse that belonged to Fang was still a little lacking.

So he didn't waste any more time talking to this difficult-to-communicate student. He stood up and turned to ask the deputy director for his opinion.

"The show is already like this, so another fight won't be a big deal, right? Turn off your machines, I'm..."

Before he could finish his words, the deputy director bounced towards him like a ball.

It bounced between the two groups of people and scolded those Peking University students in a stern voice.

"What do you want to do? Huh?! You don't want to miss school anymore, you want to be expelled from school, right? Huh?!"

Four or five young men all became dispirited in an instant.

The deputy director was not polite at all. He pointed at their noses and scolded them: "Get out! Get out right now and go back to your seats! If you do anything without permission again, I will immediately complain to your school!"

Peking University is indeed awesome, but these days satellite TV stations have no subordinate relationship with you, so whoever is on their turf gets to speak louder.

The student union bureaucrat gritted his teeth and explained: "We don't mean anything else, we just care about Professor Jiao..."

“Hiss… Ouch, ouch…”

What a coincidence! Just as they started to get scared, Jiao Guobiao woke up humming.

A group of people immediately gathered around him, shouting earnestly, "Professor, what's wrong with you, Professor?"

Fang Xinghe curled his lips, put his hands on his hips and complained to the deputy director: "Why are you meddling in other people's business? These are just a few chickens, at most one punch per person, it's really a bummer."

The deputy director was so confused that he tried to appease the bomber who was eager to try: "Xiao Fang, Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang!
Please let me save some trouble!

If you are allowed to start this fight, no matter who wins or loses, I will have to go to the warehouse tomorrow!
If you get beaten up and lose, I won’t even be able to guard the warehouse!
We are friends who have eaten lunch together, so please leave me a way out!

I have two girls, the older one is 26, the younger one is 21, both are tall and pretty, I'll bring them to you later, whichever one you like, you can take directly, and you don't have to call me father-in-law, just call me uncle, so please let me go and let me work for another two years, okay?"

Even with Mr. Fang's abstraction, he was stunned.

This uncle is so wild...

After staring at each other for three seconds, Fang Xinghe bared his teeth and said, "You are such a good father..."

The deputy director chuckled, and his expression suddenly became so vulgar: "Anyway, she is an old maid who can't get married. I will make a profit if I give them both to you. Don't you really want to consider it?"

"Stop dreaming, what are you thinking about!"

Fang Xinghe rolled his eyes, and the anger in his heart was dispersed by him.

Then he glanced at the other side and asked lazily, "What about the show? Are we going to record it or not?"

Speaking of this, the deputy director became more energetic.

"Record it! Why not? I don't think that old guy has any problem, isn't that good enough? Let's take a break and let him relax. You have to finish recording the second half for me!"

"That's my guess."

Fang Xinghe curled his lips, not surprised at all.

Given this old uncle's black heart and thick skin, it would be strange if he didn't squeeze out all of Jiao Guobiao's toad oil.

Until now, he has not paid any attention to the other party, which clearly shows that he wants to use him as a consumable.

"Hehe! My ancestors have some bandit blood..."

The deputy director had a proud expression on his face, as if he was not ashamed but proud of it, and he also gave Fang Xinghe a dirty trick.

"Be gentle on him later, and stop teasing him when it's enough. Don't let anything serious happen to our station, but don't let him have it easy either. This idiot is worth at least 5% of the ratings!"

"slip!"

What else can Fang Xinghe say? Just give him a thumbs up.

The two of them were chatting leisurely here. Teacher Wang pricked up his ears to listen to a few words, shook his head, sighed, turned and walked towards the waiting room.

I, Old Wang, have been an upright person all my life and cannot tolerate your dirty deeds.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and waved: "Stop talking nonsense there, come to my room and talk."

I don't have to participate, but it's okay for me to just watch the fun, right?
Fang Xinghe and his uncle looked at each other, shrugged, and followed.

……

The recording was interrupted for a full 40 minutes.

Fang Xinghe didn't know how the station communicated with Jiao Guobiao, but after he showed off two bananas and an apple, this guy pursed his lips tightly and returned to the stage tremblingly.

There was a large red and swollen area on his forehead, so the makeup artist had no choice but to smear powder all over his face, but in the end it only covered the color but failed to cover the bumps.

Miserable...

Wang Meng, Chen Danqing and Fang Xinghe returned to their seats. Yang Xin gestured to the cameraman and the show started again.

The audiences in the audience looked at everyone with complicated eyes. The eyes they looked at Fang Xinghe were particularly strange. The atmosphere was hard to describe.

"Dear audience friends, our recording was suspended for a while due to some accidents, but such accidents are inevitable in open debates. After our careful inspection, Professor Jiao is fine. He strongly requested to come back to complete the recording. Let us applaud his professionalism!"

"Pfft!"

"Ha ha!"

Amidst the laughter, most of the audience laughed and clapped.

Dedicated, he is so dedicated!
When the applause died down, Yang Xin asked again: "Friends, is Fang Xinghe's answer good?"

Then, half of the audience fell silent, while the other half filled the hall with even louder applause.

"Good!" Feng Yuanzheng clapped his hands and gritted his teeth, "Great!"

Liu Heng beside him was writing something frantically on a notebook and didn't even bother to reply.

Wang Yali waved her fist vigorously and cheered regardless of anything: "Fang Xinghe, you scolded beautifully! You are awesome!"

Many people glared at her and said: Do you still have any mercy?
There are also many people who feel that cursing is satisfying.

In fact, the problem in the media industry is not that no one is aware of it, but that they are simply unable to deal with those people.

No one can write, no one can argue, no one can scold. People with wisdom have no channels, people with channels need to pay attention to the impact. People with wisdom, channels and courage are not as shameless as others...

Now suddenly a hexagonal warrior appeared, like a flamethrower Gatling gun, firing loudly, with heavy and accurate bullets, which made people feel very excited just listening to it.

Of course, there are definitely some unhappy people -

The intellectual experts and the student union members of Peking University School of Journalism who came with them.

Everyone clenched their fists and gritted their teeth. Even if they didn't hate the opponent Xinghe to the point of hatred, they almost hated him to death.

The butt determines the head, that's normal.

Seeing their professor being defeated and huddled there in misery and desolation, completely losing his fighting spirit, the Peking University students raised their hands high.

As the host in control, Yang Xin originally wanted to ignore them, but Fang Xinghe was not satisfied with the fight and tilted his head at them.

"Sister Yang, give them the microphone. I want to see what new things the top students from Peking University can come up with."

Yang Xin immediately resonated with Liu Dashan who was far away in the county town - My dear, you must take it easy!
Really, I can’t scold another one anymore!

But she had no choice but to go over there with trepidation and hold the microphone for the students herself.

"Hello, Mr. Fang. I'm from Peking University Journalism..."

"Just skip the self-introduction."

Fang Xinghe waved his hand unceremoniously and sneered, "Before you come up with a truly quality opinion, I am not interested in who you are, and you are not worthy of naming your name in my ring."

Obviously, even though your brother Fang just crushed one, his itch was not relieved and his murderous aura became more and more violent.

The guy's face turned red and purple, and he got angry for a moment...then he asked the question with anger.

"Okay! My questions are as follows:
All acts of flattery that do not receive a clear response are what you attack as pleasing, and that is your definition.

So, if the child’s parents give a clear response in a perfunctory manner, does that fall within the scope of your criticism?
Can I understand that a perfunctory response is better than no response, and a deceptive response is also better than no response?

You know, this situation is the norm!
And it’s not just perfunctory. Parents often even use lies to perfunctorily answer our questions. Do you think this situation is worth encouraging?
If the answer is no, should teenagers fight against their parents' indifference?

Can confrontation really solve the problem?
Then the next question is, how to judge whether the parents' response is perfunctory? Do you rely on guessing? What if you guess wrong?
A large part of the gap between parents, teachers and teenagers is caused by the difficulty in understanding each other. The gap in experience and background itself makes it difficult to reach a common view on the same thing. If you then cut off all pleasing behaviors, completely deny them, and completely refuse to communicate, isn't that too rude?
Before you make such outrageous remarks, have you ever considered that teenagers’ imperfect minds can easily lead them to extremes in this regard?

I have asked all my questions for now, please answer them carefully. "

When the other person sat down, about half of the audience began to applaud.

Fang Xinghe also became interested because it was indeed interesting.

The entry point is precise, the logic is smooth, and the derivation formula sounds seamless at first glance, which can easily catch people off guard and then lead them to accept it.

Of course, it is still not fierce enough for the leader of the navy.

Fang Xinghe raised the microphone and smiled gently.

“First of all, I want to correct your fundamental logical error - I did not make a one-size-fits-all approach to pleasing behavior. There is too much helplessness and passivity in it, so I gave three solutions. Optimism is used to deal with those gray areas that are difficult to judge.

Do you understand? Heartless optimism is essentially to give up considering those complex real-life problems that are doomed to have no results. Don't get stuck in a dead end, don't go to extremes, and put your hope in time, so that time can digest all the unpleasantness.

Anger is the real extreme, what you call violent talk.

Let's go back to the whole article. I clearly gave three ways -

The first is to be optimistic. Don’t be too stubborn and just be happy foolishly without any worries.

The second is anger, resistance, and crushing all bad things.

The third one is the escape hidden in 'worship me as you worship God'. I joked that you can worship me, but that's just a joke.

In essence, it is about finding an idol as a spiritual support to avoid all kinds of unpleasantness in reality, and then wait until you become an adult and have the ability to digest those negative things by yourself, and then digest them slowly.

If the entire article is filled with nothing but anger, you can criticize me for being crude, one-size-fits-all, and not taking into account the minds of teenagers.

But you deliberately ignored the other two paths and only focused on the extremes. Did journalism teach you to quote out of context like this? "

"Hahahaha!"

Journalism, which suffered another blow, triggered another round of laughter from neutral audiences.

Those who study journalism are so unlucky. They could offend anyone else, but they offended Fang Xinghe. They were pulled out and whipped for no reason. It hurt just to watch.

They had a premonition that from today on, Peking University School of Journalism would become famous.

The student's face turned red and blue, and he opened his mouth in anger, but Yang Xin pretended not to see and refused to raise the microphone to him again.

But it doesn’t matter, Fang Xinghe hadn’t finished discussing this issue.

He drank some mineral water and spoke again.

"Now that we have sorted out the core logic, let's go back to your original question.

If you have to choose between complete indifference, perfunctory treatment and lies, then your conclusion is correct. Perfunctory treatment is better than lies, lies are better than indifference, and a response is better than no response.

Because complete indifference is essentially an act of completely severing family ties. Parents ignore their children's coquetry, and teachers ignore their students' questions, pretending not to see them. The harm is undoubtedly the most lasting and severe.

Even just a sentence like 'Go away, I'm busy, don't bother me' is better than turning a blind eye.

To prevent you from taking my words out of context, I have to emphasize again that this behavior is still extremely bad and is only slightly better than indifference.

Lies have to be a little stronger, because lies can be either white or malicious. Some white lies are easy to digest, and normal teenagers are not that fragile.

A perfunctory response generally corresponds to situations where the parents are indeed very busy and tired, have limited time, or the children are too energetic, etc.

So perfunctory responses are the norm. I personally hate this, but I can understand most of the situations. If you really read the article "Youth" carefully, you will find that I actually accept it.

Redundant, remember?

His stepfather gave him a typical "perfunctory response", responding to his reasonable or unreasonable requests with an impatient attitude.

What about crotch grabbing?

His mother's response was one of rejection, 'You look like a pair of pants to me', which was very direct and rough suppression, and I accepted it.

Because his family conditions were indeed not that good, and Taodang himself had a carefree personality, he was not actually hurt too much in this kind of common and rough family relationship.

I don't encourage parents to respond to their children with perfunctory responses or lies, but I can accept it because reality is never black and white, and there are indeed many gray areas in between.

Finally, can parents, teachers and teenagers fully understand each other?
Impossible, you realize that.

So I didn't write 'you have to rebel against everything', I just told everyone to stop trying to please people who don't deserve to be pleased.

If the family environment is normal and the parents are worth pleasing, then continue to act coquettishly and make trouble to communicate.

There is a very simple and rough judgment here, that is: every time an argument occurs, simple and rough sentences will be used to suppress the parents and elders of the teenagers.

For parents and elders like this, you really should stop trying to please them.

For example, there is no need to actively please the crotch-grabbing mother and the unnecessary stepfather. Just get along with them normally, listen when they scold you, take the beatings when you hit them, chat about anything you can, and do your own thing if you don't agree. Isn't this how so many disharmonious families live?
So you bunch of top students from Peking University are not as smart as Professor Jiao.

How long has he been doing this?
Whenever he needs to, he goes to coax his grandparents, so that outsiders can see how filial he is. But in fact, he doesn’t listen to anything the old people say…”

Hahahaha!

The audience below couldn't help but laugh again.

Fang Xinghe is really a vengeful person. His behavior of picking on someone even though they clearly have nothing to do with it is both fresh and funny, and makes people laugh.

And Professor Jiao...he could bear it.

Even though he was shaking with anger, he hadn't figured out how to fight back, so he just curled up slightly and acted like an impotent turtle.

——Being a turtle is better than being fucked head-on again, isn’t it?

Fang Xinghe curled his lips like everyone else, which was considered a smile, then changed the subject and made a summary.

"If we expand this topic a little bit and trace it back to the level of national tradition, we will find that the traditional Chinese virtues only include filial piety, but lack the systematic refinement of parenting, which is actually very unhealthy.

This was possible during the ancient feudal dynasties, but problems arose immediately in modern times.

Because traditional Chinese parents don't know how to communicate with their children, don't know how to make friends with them, and are not good at melting family affection into respect. Then when the parents grow old, if the relationship is not well established, can't they only hope that their children will observe filial piety?

In ancient times, the entire social environment attached great importance to filial piety, so it was not a big problem.

In modern times, money is the most important thing, people laugh at poverty but not prostitution, and moral constraints are weak, so there are always a lot of news reports about unfilial children.

This is because family education is very bad, which shapes a very bad personality for the children. The causes planted by the parents in the first 30 years become the results reaped by the children in the next 30 years.

Of course, in order to prevent you from taking my words out of context and making up rumors, I still have to emphasize that this problem is not only in our country. It is even more serious in Europe and the United States. There are many cases of fathers and sons never seeing each other again after separation.

Therefore, the traditional Chinese filial piety is actually a particularly wise cultural core. It really and effectively guarantees the stability of the rule, the continuation of inheritance, and the structure of civilization.

To this day, filial piety has not lost its cultural vitality, it’s just that many mediocre media people have distorted the concept.

As everyone knows, I am also a very filial person. My father abandoned his wife and children and hurt me to this point. Even so, I have no intention of killing him. So please don’t criticize me morally. I don’t accept it..."

Before he could finish his words, he was completely interrupted by an explosion of laughter.

Who among those who can come here to participate in the show has not read his interviews?

Yes, you really didn't intend to kill him, you just planned to break his legs...

Everyone laughed and laughed, and suddenly began to applaud spontaneously. The applause became more and more enthusiastic and lasted for a full half minute, mixed with the passionate cheers of the little girls and older sisters.

Unlike interviews, this kind of live debate is a great test of thinking and eloquence.

If the answer is hesitant and irrelevant, then no matter how handsome you are, it will greatly reduce your points and give people a disappointing feeling.

But if it's like Fang Xinghe...

You need to have the right demeanor and the right aura, to express yourself freely, to let your imagination run wild, to be unrestrained but not to lose logic, to be rigorous in all directions...

That's so fucking handsome!

It's true. Huang Jinghe's voice became hoarse after just a few shouts. She obviously didn't shout very loudly, but her voice became hoarse very quickly. It was very strange.

But she had no time to care about such a small matter. She and her bestie mixed in with the voices of other girls and quietly called out, "Fang Xinghe, I love you!"

Fang Xinghe didn't hear it.

In fact, it’s not that I didn’t hear it, but I didn’t take the booing from the audience seriously.

But the audience heard it clearly. Lin Jingyu's face turned green. He stood up quickly, raised his right hand high, and couldn't wait to ask questions.

Peking University was not anxious even though it had lost so much face, but he was.

When Yang Xin saw that he was a high school student selected from the affiliated high school, he raised the microphone over.

"Okay, let's see what's wrong with this student."

"Fang Xinghe!"

The young man couldn't control his temper and was extremely angry when he spoke. He didn't even introduce himself and just went straight to the other person's face with his ultimate move - what he thought was his ultimate move.

“You admit that Youth has only a little reminder value, but you also admit that many people don’t need your reminder. You only wrote such an article out of utilitarianism.

But the fact is that such an article has been seen by millions of middle school students and has had a very strong impact on them!

What kind of article is this?
The whole article is written in vernacular, just for venting emotions, and its aesthetic and artistic quality is extremely poor!
Although it has certain ideological and social aspects, its thinking is extreme and has widened the gap between parents and children by who knows how many times!
Starting from the core concepts of Marxist literary theory, "Youth" was clearly written for a specific group of middle school students, but it reflects an extremely extreme state of existence!
Are there really so many teenagers living under the tyranny of their parents and teachers?
How high is the ratio?

How much of this is just individual children's making a fuss and whining?
Teenagers are sensitive, so why is it necessary to write such an exaggerated article for them to read?

Your spiritual appeal is fully reflected in 'everyone must obey my wishes', 'you are superior' and 'all your peers are fools'!

You said we are not worthy to talk about you behind your back, but now I am standing in front of you, and I want to say openly that what you wrote is a bunch of garbage!
You are not the only innocent and correct God, you are just a stinky ditch war god!

No matter how sharp your words are or how eloquent you are, you are not worthy of being a teenage idol or spiritual mentor!
No matter how many people praise you, I will never give in!

Because in a few years, "Youth" will not become the memory of our generation. When these middle school students grow up, they will only laugh at you, a young clown who is shameless but lost in the tide of the times! "

Wow, how much anger is accumulated?
Everyone was shocked by Lin Jingyu. Regardless of whether his words made sense or not, this anger and momentum were more shocking than Fang Xinghe at first glance.

And... the whole paragraph does sound reasonable.

The adults were thinking about it playfully, while the teenagers were in a state of confusion, a kind of reactive anger, and an inexplicable joy.

Yang Xin tightly grasped the microphone, his palms were full of sweat, and he felt extremely regretful.

She felt that she shouldn't give Xiao Lin the opportunity to launch an all-out attack like this. It was too difficult to refute him from a single point. Would Fang Xinghe... feel a lot of pressure?

not at all.

Fang Xinghe raised his finger and pointed at Lin Jingyu: "Very good anger."

Then, there was gentle applause.

The audience was led by him and applauded together.

About 5 seconds later, Fang Xinghe raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling to stop, and then asked with interest: "Excuse me, is it only when facing me that you can maintain such a level of anger?"

"Ah?" Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment, then his temper flared up again, "What does this have to do with anything?"

"Because what you asked is not a question, I can't answer you directly. I can only determine your character first, and then decide how to continue the conversation."

Fang Xinghe spread out his hands and spoke in a very serious and obviously pleased manner.

"If you have always been someone who loves to think, is good at thinking, and maintains a strong anger towards injustice, then you are the kind of person I wrote about and I need.

If this anger was only directed at me, that would be fine.

It is a sign of no future for teenagers to have no temper. The days of being polite and courteous will be a long time in the future. Now we should be fearless and unyielding.

None of my brothers and sisters are cowards.

Brother, you can tell me your name now, what is it? "

Clam? !

Everyone in the audience was stunned, and they felt that the development of Thief Jill was magical.

However, looking at Fang Xinghe carefully...

He sat majestically on the sofa, his limbs particularly stretched, his voice particularly loud and clear, his aura particularly bright. Not only was he not angry at all, but his face was glowing with an unprecedentedly brilliant smile.

You cursed quite dirty, but your brother Fang was not angry. He was very pleased.

In just a moment, Huang Jinghe was completely fascinated, with little hearts in her eyes.

She murmured to herself: "This is the true style of a strong person..."

The bestie nodded desperately: "Yeah, right, right! Look at Lin Jingyu, you praised Fang Xinghe and he became hysterical and furious, what a temperament!"

Lin Jingyu stood there, not hearing clearly what the two classmates were whispering, but he was also a little at a loss.

No, you're praising me for being a piece of shit?
I'm on line with you!
Before he could come to his senses, the audience suddenly started applauding again, spontaneously.

Hua Hua Hua...

Not for him, but because of Fang Xinghe.

At this moment, in this situation, Fang Xinghe's image becomes more full and three-dimensional. He is no longer just arrogant and irritable, but exudes a kind of leadership aura.

They couldn't help but think: He is indeed a man worthy of being a big brother, generous, magnanimous, and impressive.

A group of young people in their twenties were easily infected and began to truly admire Fang Xinghe.

Amid the applause, your brother Fang glanced at the audience calmly, his pupils trembled involuntarily, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

When the show just started, the highest level of fans in the audience were the die-hard fans, emitting a blue glow, but now, there are 5 people emitting red light, and they have been turned into fanatical fans!

This is really... every bit of acting is worth it...

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Another long chapter, I tried my best.

(End of this chapter)