Chapter 257 - Now Cry! (2/2)

Once this phrase ended, the audience was dumbfounded!

It was spectacular!

Most people just had to portray the roles well if they were taking on two or more roles in one sitting. Like Meng Fan’s clip, they had to be fast at transitioning, and make sure the roles don’t clash. However, this scene was a person’s inner monologue against himself and the kind that could provoke a fight immediately!

“Are you crazy!”

Some of the audience began to cheer. This phrase used anywhere else would be quite offensive, but this time, the cheers had been encouraging.

“Guys, when you see me, my heart was screaming, heh. This old traitor! How can I not be shameful at such an old age…”

After this improvisation ended, Meng Fan began Uncle Three’s scene. His voice continued to follow the character of the role.

“Humans. Once they’re wealthy, they think they can do whatever they want… But there’s one thing they can’t do. They can’t be a traitor!”

At this point, the BGM started to play, igniting the scene. The speech began. “….The third rule. I would rather suffer a thousand cuts by a sword than be a mindless traitor to the nation!”

When he got to the part that he wasn’t chewing donkey meat but opium instead, the tears began to fall.

“Opium and then wine, your life will be gone in an instant. I’m old and have already enjoyed enough happiness and started enough revolts. I have no regrets dying!”

“Look at the blackhole in front of you. It must be the thief’s lair. I can’t help but rush forward and give him a clean death…”

The last word didn’t finish!

“Uncle Three, a good name will be passed down forever!”

During Mr. Li Jianxue’s final outcry, the scene paused when the people knelt to the ground. That was the end of Meng Fan’s scene.

Meng Fan was also emotional, sprawled on the ground with tears in his eyes. He lowered his head as tears began to fall.

Once he sat, he had to buffer for a long time before standing up.

He had been deprived of all energy!

The audience also took a while to snap back to reality. The host on the stage, Uncle Kai, took a deep breath before wiping away his tears. He looked toward the audience to see a sea of tears, including Professor Di.

Zhang Guoshi didn’t cry, but his eyes were sparkling.

“Badass!”

“He’s done it!”

“This is much more difficult than the last clip he did!”

“How capable is he!”

“It’s a good match!”

All the celebrities in the exterior room had given him a standing ovation. Looking at each other, they continuously praised him as their eyes glistened with tears. Several were already crying.

From the second floor, you could hear Bai Zhi’s voice. “Can’t you get up? I can’t lift you!”

“Sister Bai, I really can’t get up.”

Meng Fan really wanted to cry now. He had sat down a bit too fiercely that his pants tore open.

He looked at Bai Zhi resentfully. He’d already said he wasn’t suitable for formal wear. He needed some sweatpants or an elastic waist at least. But no, she wanted the ‘form’. But now, it’s a ‘form’-al trainwreck. He felt like he was being punished!