Nothing overnight.

The next day, morning.

After having breakfast, Ye even sat on the sofa to read the newspaper.

As usual, the murder case, theft case, the arson case occupied 80%of the layout, and then he found a day -to -sell TV station to report the shooting announcement of the "National Island Championship" of the TV station.

Film and television dramas, variety shows are like this. In order to attract traffic and attention, they will not be broadcast, or even proper publicity before shooting.

And 10 million prizes and scrolls worth 50 million are definitely a good gimmick for TV stations.

Considering that even through the initial 10,000 -person screening competition, the players are definitely much more than the audience.

According to the arrangement of the organizer, it is said to keep the shooting quality as much as possible. Therefore, in the overall recording link, except for the final awards ceremony, the rest of the other links are not allowed to watch it next to it.

However, even if there are such rigorous conditions, Ido Island is vowed to say that his father can definitely pass through physical fitness, sing, and write Chinese characters.

So, after the staff arrived, Ye Geyi and Dr. Aya took the children directly to the TV station together.

"Wow! Sure enough, there are a lot of people on the surnames ..."

Yuan Tai looked at the vast contestants. He may not recognize the name, but the last name printed on the clothes is still quite eye -catching.

Ye Geng looked around, and some strange did not see the relevant schedule posters.

Dr. Aya heard that, Chaoyuan asked: "Among the three items of the championship, singing and writing Chinese characters, do you choose a maximum score?"

"No, there is the last one."

Yuan Tai listened to his father's introduction of the schedule, and immediately pointed at the No. 5 studio not far ahead.

So, there is another comprehensive competition for intelligence, reactiveness and knowledge?

Conan looked at a stupid child who only knew eel rice ... Yuan Tai's father was really okay?

"But it is really strange," Aihara murmured: "Usually, for the ratings, this question and answer program will have off -site asking links ... and this time, even the audience does not allow the audience to go in inside

. ""

It's really strange ... Ye even said nothing, observing quietly from the side.

He didn't know much about a prize variety show, but now that he is ready to play on TV, he has summoned so many people to compete on the same stage. He wants to play with cats like unnamed buying lottery tickets.

You can fool the public, unless ... their editing level is very superb.

Just thinking.

In the direction of the rest area, there was a group of "Mr. Kobashima" who was dead.

Dr. Aya directly asked the opponent's game.

One of them has a monk head and a healthy physique. The career should be a sports teacher or a man of a fitness coach.

"The physical fitness competition items can be done within 3 minutes. I did more than 180 in the state of life.

The players must be a monster. "

He shook his head and walked away with a lonely expression.

180 in 3 minutes...an average of 1 in 1 second...can you still lose the election?

Dr. Ali touched his big belly and felt ashamed.

"Yunta, is your dad okay?" Ayumi was a little worried.

"Uh, um... it's just a joke..." Yuantai nodded uncertainly.

While he was talking, a group of 'Mr. Kojima' came behind him.

The same heavy steps, the same lonely expression, but the difference is that this time there is a man in the team with his head down and crying.

"No..." Yuantai's heart tightened.

Seeing this, Mitsuhiko ran up directly to ask about the content of the game.

"Oh, it's okay if I lose in the singing competition, but the problem is the person next to me..."

A contestant who looked unremarkable but spoke with a magnetic voice patted the shoulder of the man next to him who had been crying and said: "He has won many championships in singing competitions. I didn't expect that he would also be selected."

It’s passed. It seems that if you want to pass the selection of the singing competition, you must at least have a singing voice comparable to Elvis Presley..."

"Who is Elvis Presley?" Mitsuhiko looked at the retreating figures with a confused face.

Isn’t it the Mr. Kojima Championship? Why is there a foreigner showing up?

"Elvis Presley, the king of rock and roll, can be said to be the pinnacle figure in that field." Haibara Ai learned from the sidelines... Ever since a certain detective boy suffered from 'intermittent low-key', she

Occasionally he plays this role.

"The King of Rock and Roll? That sounds awesome..."

Mitsuhiko muttered, "Genta, I remember that your father seems to be only a little better at singing than Conan, right?"

"No way!" Genta retorted: "My dad is much better at singing than Conan!"

"That's not the point." Ye Gengyi explained with an example: "Unless you are extremely talented, the gap between ordinary people and professional singers will be difficult to bridge even if you fill it with countless Conans as stepping stones."

"Ah... isn't that the end?" Yuantai was immediately disappointed.

Step on, stepping stone?

Hey hey, am I not even a unit of measurement when it comes to singing?

But the bloody truth is right in front of us, especially when we went to KTV together last time and listened to Brother Gengyi’s singing skills with his own ears. It’s a completely self-destructive topic to argue about, so just pretend you didn’t hear it...

Conan is very cowardly.

While they were chatting, another group of contestants came out of the studio.

Compared to the silence of the physical fitness group and the sadness of the singing group, one of these people, a man with a few strands of white hair on his forehead, who should have a bookish atmosphere when he calmed down, was roaring angrily:

"What are you doing! Why am I eliminated in the first round when I have a level 1 level of Chinese characters! Even the teacher who taught me my calligraphy was full of praise! I don't believe that the people who stay in it can write

'Qilin', 'Pixiu', and 'Taotie' are such difficult words!"

Well, this competition seems scarier than imagined...

Conan recalled carefully for a moment, and finally remembered the appearance of these Chinese characters. Even if he was asked to write them, he couldn't write them 100% correctly.

"Brother Gengyi, those words must be difficult to write, right?" Haiyuan Ai raised her head and asked... She directly skipped the step of Conan's thinking. The reason was simple, she couldn't write.

"Those characters are not commonly used characters, nor are they unique characters. If you want to learn them without a foundation, you have to memorize them from the radicals and radicals." Ye Gengyi said.

"Then... Genta, your father..." Mitsuhiko hesitated before speaking.

"Hehe, hehe, it should be impossible to write it..." Yuantai completely lost confidence.
Chapter completed!