MTL - The Male Supporting Roles Who Are Lonely and Old All the Time-Chapter 95 .Main Prince Male Support 5

one round.

He Dongchen won the victory, with big thorns written on his face.

When the other mediators saw that the always majestic Guan Xianshi had suffered from Waterloo, they immediately became vigilant, and they had to think about it several times when they spoke, so as not to be caught.

The director was cursing in the background and told the host to rush to the next session.

The host complained in his heart, flipped over the reminder board in his hand, and brought up the next topic: "The two of you exchanged lives, but by mistake, you went to the same class. I heard that He Sijia took good care of He Dongchen when we were in school?"

He Sijia said shyly after hearing the words: "It's not about caring, it's about helping each other among classmates."

The host did not let He Dongchen speak, but handed the microphone to several audience members in the audience.

He Dongchen swept it away, and he knew it in his heart, and he really came prepared.

One of the boys stood up and said, "I'm He Sijia's classmate. I can testify that He Dongchen doesn't fit in at school and often can't pay the class fee. He Sijia secretly paid for it."

When it was over, the boy said earnestly to He Dongchen: "Being a man must have a conscience, Sijia treats you so well, a man should be more magnanimous."

The host smiled and wanted to exaggerate a few words, but He Dongchen interrupted suddenly: "I have a few questions I want to ask you."

The boy held his head proudly, with a frank face: "Just ask."

The host had a bad heart and tried to get back the topic, but He Dongchen spoke out forcefully and didn't give her a chance at all.

"First question, why can't I pay the class fee?"

The boy replied easily: "Because I don't have money." Whoever has money delays shift fees, what a shame, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, the world has the biggest face.

The host is anxious: "We..."

"Second question!" He Dongchen rushed to talk, "Where did He Sijia get the money for my shift fee?"

The boy took it for granted: "I got it at home."

The host's heart skipped a beat, and he had fully understood He Dongchen's intentions.

He Dongchen frowned slightly: "The last question, isn't it about secretly paying the class fee for me? Why do you all know? And you don't even know the class fee I secretly returned back afterwards."

Originally, he was low self-esteem and stubborn, and he never owed anyone a dime. He couldn’t pay for the sudden class fee, and he didn’t want to ask He Juan, so he went to deliver water to people. In the old community without elevators, one bucket a The buckets were carried up, one yuan for each bucket, and hundreds of buckets were carried, and the shoulders were swollen.

He has never owed anyone a fortune.

The boy didn't believe it: "You are so poor, how can you pay it back?"

He Dongchen shrugged his shoulders: "Yeah, I'm so poor, so I can't afford the class fee, so I want He Sijia to be this good person, but obviously, He Sijia's money should be mine. But fate tricks people, and He Sijia takes it. My money came to help me, but I needed buckets of water, carrying hundreds of buckets of water to pay her back. Afterwards, you will be questioned, ah, you are so poor, how can you pay her back?"

"He Sijia, tell him, have I paid back the money? Have I paid it back?"

He Sijia was startled, and nodded repeatedly: "I paid it back, I paid it back."

He Dongchen smiled, and said to the boy, "Did you hear that? I'll pay it back."

The boy was blushing, and was pulled to sit down by the classmate next to him.

Everyone looked at He Dongchen. Although there was no sad expression on his face, it seemed that his whole body was full of sadness.

Lin Xiumei's eyes were red, she said it was outdated, and she was full of sadness when she said it carefully. Lin Xiumei thought of fifteen million and one thousand dollars again, and closed her eyes.

When the scene was silent, Guan Xianshi suddenly jumped out, thinking he was holding onto He Dongchen, and said triumphantly, "You remember it so clearly, and you still say that you don't complain?"

He Dongchen glanced at him, and said unhurriedly: "I don't complain, I'm born with a good memory, Mr. Guan Xianshi should put on the wig before talking, or the eyes of the camera teacher will shine."

Guan Xianshi suddenly touched the top of his head, it was icy cold!

Who moved his wig! Who!

The system withdraws its feet and hides its merits and fame.

The audience laughed and jumped forward and backward, hahahaha, grab the bamboo shoots!

"What are you doing in a daze!" The director's angry reprimand came from the host's ear, and he quickly regained his senses, and flipped over the next reminder card in a panic.

"Although He Dongchen's family is difficult, he was admitted to a prestigious university. Let's interview Ms. He Juan."

The host doesn't dare to pass the words to He Dongchen now, it's terrible!

He Juan felt uncomfortable being watched by so many people. She grabbed the microphone with her rough hands and showed a flattering smile: "It's all children who are smart, and I have nothing to contribute."

"How could it be? It is said that your husband who just passed away drank all day long, was idle and committed serious violence. You endured domestic violence for more than ten years because of He Dongchen. A woman shouldered the burden of the family and cultivated such an excellent Son, it's so great!" The host said in a cadence, wishing to mobilize the emotions of the whole body.

It is really not easy for the audience to hear it.

He Juan wiped her tears and waved her hands again and again: "It's all right, right."

When the atmosphere is moving.

He Dongchen raised the microphone.

When the host caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, he was shocked, and with the roar of the director next to his ear, he immediately said quickly: "Let's interview He Sijia again, Sijia, will you look down on He Juan?"

"Of course not." He Sijia shook her head and said seriously, "Mother He is very nice, maybe she is not so rich and not so decent, but she will cook delicious meals for me, knit me beautiful hats, and the clothes she gave me Feeling, simplicity, innocence, perhaps this is the most primitive form of maternal love."

He Juan burst into tears: "My child."

He Sijia went over and gave her a hug.

Someone in the audience took the lead, and there was applause. Although a son does not think his mother is ugly, how many white-eyed wolves in the world despise and abandon the elderly. He Sijia didn't dislike the poor and love the rich, and she was able to sincerely accept her poor biological mother, which was admirable.

The situation was very good, the host continued to work hard, and turned the topic to He Zhenglan and Lin Xiumei, and He Dongchen gradually became the background board.

He snickered, looking like he was about to lose his voice.

Since there is no topic, grab the topic.

Host: "Mr. He, as far as we know, you not only recognized your two children, but also let He Juan live in your home. What is your reason? Are you not used to it in life?"

He Zhenglan pushed up his glasses, and was about to speak bureaucratically.

He Dongchen interjected: "Of course I'm not used to it. Mr. He once asked my mother to move out, but I firmly refused! Mom is here and I am!"

He Zhenglan gritted his teeth.

Host: "Ms. Lin, what do you think of He Juan living at home?"

Lin Xiumei showed an elegant smile.

He Dongchen interjected: "Ms. Lin can't get used to my mother's cooking!"

Lin Xiumei's expression cracked.

Host: "He Sijia, how do you treat your adoptive mother and biological mother?"

He Sijia took a deep breath and raised the microphone.

He Dongchen interjected: "Why do you have to distinguish, two mothers are by your side, one takes her shopping to buy clothes, the other cooks soup for her at home, and by the way, she also knits hats."

He Sijia: ...

The audience laughed like crazy, others roared inwardly.

Fuck! Where did the barb come from!

The director was furious in the background and ordered He Dongchen to turn off his microphone, making him lose his voice completely!

The staff fiddled with it for a while, then sweated profusely and said, "Director, I can't turn it off!"

"How could it be!" The director was furious, his fat belly squeezed the opponent away, and he went on himself. After tossing for a long time, he really couldn't turn it off. No matter how hard he pulled the switch, he couldn't turn it on.

"Damn it!"

In the screen that no one can see, the system's light group stretched out a foot and stuck the switch.

The system laughed with its hands on its hips, and suddenly had an idea and made other sounds.

On stage, He Dongchen was **** people off, the host was sweating profusely, and the four mediators were as quiet as chickens, for fear of getting caught in the fire.

The audience watched with gusto and gradually became excited.

Suddenly, the sound was messed up for a moment, and a dialogue was played.

"Director, He Dongchen's microphone cannot be turned off!"

"Fuck, don't let him talk anymore!"

"It's over, it's a wrong drive."

After all, there was a burst of turmoil, and the peace was restored.

The originally noisy hall paused for a moment, and then a more intense sound erupted.

"What do you mean? Why don't you let He Dongchen speak!?"

"That's right, why don't you let him talk? You don't let him talk on the mediation show. Can you just stand and be scolded passively?"

The scene was completely out of control, and the five hundred spectators were chattering and making a fuss.

In the auditorium, Sima Yong looked down coldly and cursed inwardly as a waste.

"Why don't you let He Dongchen talk." Sima Peiting next to him muttered to himself.

After a while, the assistant director came out and called for a stop, and took a break before recording.

After stepping off the stage, He Dongchen was called by He Zhenglan to an empty small conference room.

"Did you do it on purpose?" He Zhenglan was furious. He was speechless when he was blocked on the stage just now. He Dongchen said something and immediately dismissed it. What's the face of him!

He Dongchen pulled out a chair, sat down slowly, and looked up at him: "This is the show you insist on."

"Shut up!" He Zhenglan slammed the table down, walked around the meeting room twice, adjusted his mood, came over and patted He Dongchen's shoulder, and said earnestly, "Dongchen, calm down and finish recording this show well. Then I went abroad to study for a few years, and when I came back a few years later, who still remembers this **** show."

He Dongchen tilted his head to glance at the hands on his shoulders. They were thin and tender, and they were well maintained. He also wore a precious watch on his wrist.

He raised his hand and sneered, "I am a human being, but you made me stand on the stage like a dog and be pointed at by others, without dignity. Some people may have forgotten this show in a few years. , but I will remember it for the rest of my life, remembering being sent to this shameful stage by my own father."

"Mr. He, do you deserve the word father?" He Dongchen got up, left the conference room aside from the stunned He Zhenglan.

The corridor was very long, He Dongchen walked calmly, and there were staff members with complicated expressions along the way. This thorny head caused them to be scolded bloody, but this thorny head is so pitiful.

Zheng Dongdong stepped forward and gave him a glass of warm water.

"Thank you." He Dongchen took it, raised his head and took a sip to relieve dryness.

Zheng Dongdong reminded in a low voice: "You performed well on stage, but what was broadcast in the end may be completely opposite."

Someone is running the show.

Regardless of whether He Dongchen cooperates or not, they can find ways to achieve results.

He Dongchen said: "It's okay, at least I vented my anger on stage."

Zheng Dongdong felt even more sad when he heard the words, secretly pinched the phone in his pocket, maybe she should do something.

Twenty minutes later, the recording resumed.

He Dongchen got a completely unusable microphone, to be exaggerated, it was just a model.

He Dongchen stepped onto the stage fearlessly.

It's impossible to stop him from speaking.