Jiang Wen calmly made his choice.
Someone picked up the thread, and the host became more flexible.
He immediately pulled the dumbfounded Zhuang Feifei to Chen Feng's side, and at the same time looked at Jiang Wen: "Director Jiang, could you comment a bit?"
"No need to comment."
Jiang Wen was truly exceptional, directly kicking the ball back.
The host was speechless.
At a time like this, comments were definitely necessary.
Otherwise, why would he choose Chen Feng to advance?
No way.
Change to someone else.
The host's gaze quickly swept over the judges' seats.
The slippery Teacher Huang sat back in his chair, arms crossed, his face clearly saying, 'Don't look for me.'
Tong Gege couldn't be approached.
She was just there to be a pretty face.
As long as she looked good and beautiful, that was enough.
What was needed was her popularity, not her professional skills.
Besides, did she even have professional skills?
She had some, to a certain extent.
However, commenting on others was a bit lacking.
It had to be Liu Tianchi.
Who made her the gold-medal mentor?
So, the host quickly changed targets: "Teacher Tianchi, what's your choice? Please comment on these two contestants."
Liu Tianchi let out a long breath.
She knew she couldn't escape.
And after such a long time, she had regained her composure.
So, Liu Tianchi picked up the microphone, looking serious, and smiled as she spoke to the two people on stage: "I also choose Chen Feng to advance."
"Also, I want to talk about Zhuang Feifei."
"You, in this performance, you made exactly four errors."
"First, when you first entered the ward, you showed grief."
"But do you know, at that time, Chen Feng on the bed was already groaning. I believe that groan would have made you uncomfortable too, if you heard it."
"So, if you were truly a nurse, your first reaction shouldn't have been to stand at the door showing grief, but to quickly run to the bedside and check on the patient first."
"Second, perhaps when Chen Feng grabbed your hand, he hurt you, and you blurted out 'It hurts so much' at that moment. This would be an NG in a film set, a major error."
"Third, after Chen Feng calmed down, you had a blank period of about forty seconds."
"Actually, during this time, you should have prepared some personal monologue."
"That would have been the right time to show grief."
"But you went blank."
"Fourth, and most seriously, why were you so scared and lost control when Chen Feng spit blood?"
"Do you know, your reaction actually completed Chen Feng's performance."
"This proves that his portrayal was so realistic it scared you, yet you were never truly in character. Do you agree with what I'm saying?"
Zhuang Feifei suddenly shouted excitedly, "I don't agree!"
The entire venue instantly erupted in an uproar.
The host quickly waved his hand towards the audience: "Audience friends, let's give Zhuang Feifei a chance to explain herself. After all, she deserves an opportunity to speak."
After speaking, he looked at Zhuang Feifei: "Zhuang Feifei, you can share your thoughts."
Zhuang Feifei bit her lip, turned to look at Chen Feng, and pointed a finger: "He was deliberately trying to trick me. When he was calm, I had planned my personal lines, but he didn't respond at all."
"He kept ignoring me."
"He completely wrapped himself up, he had no intention of cooperating."
"I gave him several topics, but he didn't pick up on any of them."
"What did he want to do?"
"Then he suddenly brought out the spitting blood scene, of course I would be scared."
The host blinked, then suddenly looked at Chen Feng and said loudly: "Chen Feng, come, you also share your personal thoughts."
"My thoughts?"
Chen Feng stood with a calm expression: "My thoughts are very simple."
"I want to portray a cancer patient, and a cancer patient on the verge of death."
"To be honest, I haven't encountered such people."
"Naturally, I don't know what their inner world is like."
"If I can't grasp their inner world well, I don't think I should speak casually."
"Otherwise, what would I say?"
"Would a dying cancer patient still have the interest to speak?"
"Probably not."
"So my approach was to use body language to convey the effect of pain, expressing all the emotions I wanted to convey through physical movements and sounds."
"That's my thought process."
"As for what Miss Zhuang said, I don't agree."
"We are in a PK match, we are competitors."
"The rules we drew were free play, on-the-spot improvisation."
"Since you chose the role of the white-clad angel, you should have designed extensive monologues yourself."
"That's your task."
"Not mine."
"I'm done."
As his voice fell, thunderous applause erupted from below the stage.
Some people even shouted cheers.
His words were so precise.
Even Jiang Wen, on the judging panel, picked up the microphone again, cleared his throat, and said: "Chen Feng's understanding of this on-site assessment topic is very accurate. That's why I choose him to advance."
Tong Gege, beside him, finally picked up the microphone and echoed: "I agree with Director Jiang's view. From my personal perspective, I appreciate Chen Feng's approach to this topic more. I also choose Chen Feng to advance."
Another round of applause broke out.
Three out of the four judges passed him.
So, Chen Feng had theoretically advanced smoothly.
At this moment, Teacher Huang finally picked up the microphone, unable to remain silent, cleared his throat, and said: "Well, I'd like to say a couple of things."
"Actually, Zhuang Feifei's performance was quite commendable."
"What Teacher Tianchi said were indeed some errors, but nurses are also human, and all humans make mistakes."
"So, in a real hospital ward, even a real nurse might not be able to react in a textbook-perfect way."
"Moreover, I think the few lines Zhuang Feifei said when Chen Feng was calm were also genuine expressions of emotion, which was quite good."
"Also, Chen Feng."
Teacher Huang deliberated for a moment, then said seriously: "Your performance was a bit too exaggerated. Do cancer patients always spit blood?"
"Not necessarily, right?"
"Your spitting blood scene was designed too stiffly."
"Instead, it startled your opponent."
"This is a flaw."
"Additionally, your approach to handling your personal role was indeed very clever."
"But you forgot one thing."
"Whether it's stage competition or sports competition, it's always about friendship first, competition second."
"You could have completely played along with your opponent's scene; that way, you could have helped her succeed and yourself too."
"Perhaps your popularity would have been even higher then."
"As for your performance now, it's somewhat 'toxic' in my opinion."
"So for this round, I choose Zhuang Feifei."
As his voice fell, Zhuang Feifei on stage immediately burst into tears, bowing towards Teacher Huang and sobbing: "Thank you, thank you Teacher Huang."
"Haha, no need to be polite."
Teacher Huang sat down with a cheerful smile.
On stage.
Chen Feng's expression was calm.
Friendship first, competition second?
Then what's the point of a PK?
Greasy Huang, how are you so good at doing favors?
Just do it then, right?
Did you have to step on me?
But it doesn't matter.
Damn you?