Chapter 468: Five steps to take, it

"Sisters, for those of us over 30, having a baby is a technical job.

Being able to do it without protection, or even by accident, belongs to the reckless youth of those in their teens and twenties.

Back then, their young and energetic tadpoles could pierce through any obstacle to reach their goal.

Back then, our hormones were surging, our state was full, and everything was just right; it seemed that with just a light touch, life could quietly sprout.

However, once you pass 30, everything changes.

Sisters, if you want to successfully receive a little angel, besides placing Wangzai Milk by the bedside, sticking a Guanyin sticker on your phone, and putting up baby pictures by the bed, you should also follow these steps during intercourse:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

The above steps have been personally verified by me to be effective; I am currently pregnant.

Wishing the motherland prosperity and strength; I'll help as many as I can.

I hope everyone can reach the shore soon."

"Don't move."

Gao Yuanyuan hugged the man's back.

Chen Nuo paused for two seconds, then prepared to turn over.

But Gao Yuanyuan still didn't let go. "No, wait a little longer."

Chen Nuo was a bit dumbfounded. "Huh?"

Gao Yuanyuan explained, "I read on the post that you have to block it for 30 seconds."

Chen Nuo was a little speechless.

The refractory period—any man with a penis understands it. If Sun Wukong were to have the Tight-Fillet Spell recited over him at this moment, he would be very uncomfortable. He couldn't help but question slightly, "Didn't we already put a pillow under? Is all this trouble necessary?"

"The pillow is the first step; this is the second," Gao Yuanyuan said seriously.

At this moment, she had already entered the zone. Originally, as a literary-minded young woman, she couldn't help but feel a bit shy at first. But tonight, the man had been drinking, and his words and actions carried a bit of a roguish air, with all sorts of tricks emerging one after another. After half an hour of tossing and turning, her sense of shame had long been stripped away layer by layer, making it quite natural to speak of these things.

Besides, they had already done that, that, and that. What was there to be embarrassed about regarding such a serious matter as continuing the family line?

"That's not right."

But Sun Wukong wasn't so easily convinced. Chen Nuo immediately raised an objection, "This is the third step, right? You just had me change positions."

Gao Yuanyuan had originally been lying on her stomach, but now she was on her back. It was indeed a change of position, and she remembered it, admitting, "Right, the third step."

"How many steps are there in total?"

"Five steps."

Chen Nuo smiled and shook his head, saying, "Is it necessary? So much trouble?"

Gao Yuanyuan's expression dimmed slightly. "I'm too old."

Chen Nuo quickly comforted her, "How is that possible? Look at your skin, it's so good, pink and tender, what difference is there from when you were 18... Hey, by the way, has it been 30 seconds? I feel like I'm going to melt if I stay soaked like this."

Hearing him say this, she immediately forgot her sadness and burst into a giggle. "Alright, alright, you can get out."

Only then did Chen Nuo roll off.

Honestly, after such a toss, his state had recovered a little.

As a result, before he could even catch his breath, he saw Gao Yuanyuan change direction, lifting her long, fair legs and leaning them against the wall. Her whole body was in an 80-degree handstand position, the snow-white, slender leg lines and pink arches of her feet seemingly blending into the white wallpaper.

Chen Nuo couldn't help but laugh. "Is this the fourth step?"

Gao Yuanyuan said, "Yes."

Honestly, Chen Nuo had only studied how *not* to have children, but he had never really studied how to have them. Seeing Gao Yuanyuan's set of procedures, he couldn't help but laugh. "How can it be so much trouble? I didn't pay attention to any of this before; just once, and it happened."

Gao Yuanyuan said, "Sometimes it's just like that. Many people on the internet get pregnant when they don't want to. When they want to, they have to work hard for a long time. Also, everyone is different."

Chen Nuo laughed. "Why do I feel like you're looking down on me? How long do you have to keep this up?"

"Five minutes."

"Five minutes!" Chen Nuo shook his head. "Alright then, I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay, you go ahead."

As the hot water poured over his head, Chen Nuo let out a comfortable sigh.

By this time, the alcohol had completely dissipated. While showering, he recalled the singing practice from the day.

The song "Chengdu" was already very familiar to him, but the Spring Festival Gala stage was different from a KTV; he couldn't just stand there holding a microphone and singing for a few minutes. Facing a stage with hundreds of millions of viewers across the country, the program's effect and watchability were the top priority.

And from the rehearsal to the official performance, there were only three or four days in between, which meant it was impossible to arrange overly complex stage art or technical support. Therefore, after an emergency consultation, the program team finally decided to use the same stage format as when he sang "Hawthorn Tree" last time—one person singing, one person dancing solo.

Even so, it was a huge challenge for the choreographers, and it placed extremely high demands on the solo dancer: top-tier physical fitness, precise emotional expression, and a very strong ability to adapt to the stage. It would be best if she could improvise and enter the performance state as soon as she got on stage. Because she was only given half a day, and they would immediately enter the final rehearsal stage and record the backup tape.

If it were any other TV station or program team, wanting to find such a person in a few hours, or even half a day, would be almost like a fantasy.

But the energy of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala program team was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

After an emergency consultation by the directing team, they really found such a person—

She was once the top student at the Shanghai Theatre Academy, a top student at the Beijing Dance Academy, and her dance style was once hailed as the "Beijing Dance Academy Textbook." She was also known as the school beauty of the Beijing Dance Academy. During her time at school, one of her dances became a template for countless dance art examinees to imitate. She participated in the Olympic opening ceremony, choreographed for "My Own Swordsman," and just graduated from the Beijing Dance Academy last year. She signed with Tang Ren Media and won the overall championship in the third season of "Strictly Come Dancing."

For this reason, Cai Yinong, who hadn't been in touch with him for a long time, specifically called him to chat for a while. And since yesterday, he had been rehearsing with this extraordinary young dancer. He could only say that the girl was very professional, and her technique was truly strong. Although there were some bumps along the way, overall, he definitely benefited from it.

There was one more day tomorrow, and the day after, it would be time to go on stage.

Thinking about it, there was still some pressure.

Thinking of this, with a creak, the bathroom door opened, and Gao Yuanyuan walked out.

Chen Nuo laughed as soon as he saw her walking on tiptoes. "What are you doing? Acting like a thief?"

Gao Yuanyuan also laughed, but she still walked on tiptoes.

"No, is it really necessary?"

Chen Nuo naturally knew what this woman was doing. "How could it flow out? What are you thinking?"

Gao Yuanyuan showed a very distressed expression and said, "But just now when I moved, it... quite a lot came out."

Chen Nuo thought for a moment and said, "Could it be something else?"

Gao Yuanyuan said, "What?"

Chen Nuo said, "For example..."

No matter how much Gao Yuanyuan felt it was human nature, she was a woman, after all, and still cared about her face. Hearing Chen Nuo say this, she couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed and couldn't help but hit him lightly, saying, "Stop talking nonsense, how could it be mine."

Afterwards, the two began to help each other shower, chatting while they washed.

"You're so busy, I really didn't expect you to be able to come see me." Gao Yuanyuan asked while carefully applying shower gel to his back.

Chen Nuo said, "Busy is busy, but I have to make time for things I promised you, no matter how busy I am."

Gao Yuanyuan was silent for a while, then squatted down and began to apply it to his legs and the tops of his feet.

It had to be said that older women really knew how to take care of people. That kind of meticulous, gentle feeling was truly intoxicating.

After finishing his feet, Gao Yuanyuan stood up and began to apply it to his front, asking again, "Are your parents especially proud? Being able to be on the News Broadcast for so long, I saw online that you seem to be the first in our entertainment industry."

"Hey, what's the big deal." Chen Nuo enjoyed the smooth caress of the woman's slender hands, and from time to time, he would be touched by even softer and smoother parts, making it even more comfortable.

"This is nothing? Well, I guess for you, it doesn't seem like a big deal."

Seeing that the woman didn't believe him, Chen Nuo explained, "What do you mean, that's not what I meant. Actually, this time it was all thanks to the Spring Festival Gala. Think about it, strictly speaking, only the last 20 seconds reported on me, saying how busy and tired I am; the rest was all advertisements for the Spring Festival Gala. If I really want to be proud, hehe, unless one day these few minutes are all introducing my great achievements, then you'll see how proud I am."

"I think it's only a matter of time. Was the person who called you earlier the director of the movie you filmed last time?"

"Yes. He's urging me to go to the United States. I've already told him before, actually. Americans, they think we're like them, breaking promises all day long. Haha."

Gao Yuanyuan also laughed. "Is this movie of yours this time preparing to enter a competition or taking the commercial route?"

"Competition." Chen Nuo said, "It's quite complicated to explain, and it also involves his inheritance over there. I'll tell you in detail when I have time."

Gao Yuanyuan nodded, and immediately asked with a curious and expectant face, "Then which film festival, have you decided?"

Chen Nuo said, "Venice."

"Huh?"

Honestly, this was the moment it became clear that congratulating him on being on the News Broadcast was just polite talk; the current Gao Yuanyuan was truly interested and extremely excited. The movement of her hands paused, and she looked straight into his eyes, widening them to confirm, "Venice!?"

Chen Nuo smiled. "Yes, why are you so excited? It's just entering the competition, it doesn't mean I'll win an award."

"I know. I just..." Gao Yuanyuan looked at him. "Last time Director Zhang and I went to Venice, we didn't win anything."

Chen Nuo smiled. "Want me to get revenge for you?"

"A little bit."

At this moment, the look in Gao Yuanyuan's eyes as she watched him was so intense it seemed capable of melting steel. That feeling could make any man feel like he was floating on clouds, thinking he was a god.

"If you can collect all three major European awards... by then, you won't need to rely on the Spring Festival Gala."

After returning to the bedroom, Chen Nuo was truly tired, and he had to get up early tomorrow, so he turned off the lights, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Unexpectedly, Gao Yuanyuan's hands started to get restless again.

He opened his eyes helplessly, grabbed Gao Yuanyuan's hand, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"... How did your song practice go today?"

"It was okay."

"What is the song title, anyway?"

"Secret, you'll know when you watch it on TV."

"Is the girl dancing for you good-looking?"

"Skinny as a rail, what's good-looking about that?"

"I'm also very thin."

"It's different. She's thin all over, just bones. Unlike you, here, and here, they are... right, quite big."

Chen Nuo pinched her up and down twice, and Gao Yuanyuan endured it without a sound. In the darkness, the woman's voice came, "Do you remember how many steps were in that post?"

"What post?"

"The one I just mentioned."

"Oh." Chen Nuo thought for a moment and said, "Seems like five steps."

"Right, five steps. So how many steps now?"

"Uh... four steps?"

"First step, put a pillow under; second step, adjust the position; third step, block the exit; fourth step, stand on your head to let more get in. Do you want to know what the fifth step is?"

Chen Nuo had a bad feeling and asked, "What is it?"

Gao Yuanyuan's voice was muffled, as if her head had already burrowed into the quilt. "Fifth step, seize the opportunity and do it a few more times."

Chen Nuo gasped, his facial features wrinkling. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. He pressed down on the head under the quilt and said, "... Wait a minute, be clear, how many times exactly?"

But there was still no answer, because Gao Yuanyuan could no longer speak with her mouth.

January 22, 2012, New Year's Eve.

According to the regulations in the "Spring Festival Gala Staff Manual"—"Actors in technical programs must arrive 10 hours before the live broadcast, and actors in ordinary programs must arrive no later than 6 hours before the live broadcast."

Thus, Jin Chen and her manager arrived at the backstage of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala early at 9:00 AM.

They thought this time was early enough, but as soon as they entered, they found that the backstage was already bustling with noise and excitement. Makeup areas, rehearsal areas, corridors, corners—people were everywhere, clothes and props were flying, staff were running around in a hurry, shouting was heard one after another, and there were even people practicing their voices and warming up in the stairwells.

The two of them were instantly stunned, looking at each other with wide eyes.

Jin Chen frowned and asked, "What should we do? Should you call and ask?"

Her manager shrank her neck and said timidly, "How about we wait and see..."

Jin Chen was both angry and amused. "Wait for what? Don't you have Director Ha Wen's phone number? Ask where our dressing room is."

Her manager hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Should we look for it ourselves first? Anyway, it's only this big here."

Jin Chen was speechless, but there was nothing she could do—her manager was a connection-hire named Wang Xinxin. Two years younger than her, she had just graduated from a junior college last year, and could be said to be a newer newcomer to the entertainment industry than her. Her personality was not only introverted but also timid. But there was no help for it; who told her that her cousin was someone close to President Cai?

She sighed, put on her bag, pulled Wang Xinxin's arm, and said, "Okay, let's go, let's look for it. If it really doesn't work, I'll call Director Ha's assistant myself."

They walked deeper into the corridor, looking around. The CCTV backstage at this time was like a messy vegetable market, with all kinds of people everywhere.

The various dressing rooms were the same, like a cafeteria during an annual meeting—noisy, steaming, with many people huddled inside touching up makeup, changing clothes, practicing movements, and memorizing lines.

The backstage of the studio had three floors, with more than a dozen dressing rooms and waiting rooms on each floor. People were coming and going upstairs and downstairs, and there were even people sitting on the floor in the corridor applying makeup.

The two of them were newcomers and weren't familiar with the place. Trying to find the dressing room with their names on it among so many people was harder than finding a specific minivan at a highway service area.

After circling around for more than ten minutes, their brains were dizzy, and Jin Chen and Wang Xinxin finally stopped.

"It's no use, we have to call. Give me the phone, I'll call." Jin Chen said, panting.

"Then... okay." Wang Xinxin timidly took out her phone from her pocket.

The two were flipping through the phone for the number when someone suddenly walked by, turned their head to see them, paused, and let out an "Eh?"

Jin Chen looked up and her eyes lit up. "Sister Li!"

It was exactly the person she had intended to contact—the assistant to the Spring Festival Gala directing team, Director Ha Wen's right-hand woman, Li Xiaoyuan.

Li Xiaoyuan was in her thirties and very capable; the only problem was that she was very serious. Seeing the two of them standing in the middle of the corridor with confused expressions, she couldn't help but frown and say, "Why did you two come so early?"

Jin Chen's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Wang Xinxin and then asked cautiously, "Didn't they say to arrive at 9 o'clock?"

Li Xiaoyuan said, "No, you only need to arrive 6 hours in advance. You are an ordinary program."

"Huh?" Jin Chen was petrified on the spot.

Then she glared fiercely at Wang Xinxin, who also looked confused and asked stammeringly, "Sister Li... isn't our Chenchen a technical actor?"

Li Xiaoyuan said, "Of course not. What are you doing? Technical actors refer to those directly involved in the technical presentation of the performance, such as acrobatics, magic, martial arts, dragon and lion dances, etc., which are particularly dependent on lighting, props, and camera coordination, and need to come early for a final rehearsal. Yours is a song and dance program, belonging to ordinary actors."

She paused and added, "Didn't I tell you yesterday? Forget it, since you're here, go to the dressing room and rest for a while. I'm still adjusting the schedule here, I'll go first."

After speaking, she was about to continue walking forward. Jin Chen hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute, Sister Li, where is our dressing room? We looked for it for a long time just now and couldn't find it. Could you please take us there?"

Li Xiaoyuan paused, turned her head, and realized, "You're looking for the dressing room? —Yours isn't here, let's go, follow me."

Saying that, she led the way quickly, and Jin Chen and Wang Xinxin hurriedly followed with their bags.

Li Xiaoyuan took many turns, passing through corridors, elevator entrances, and a closed passage, and finally brought them to an independent area on the east side of the CCTV studio building. There were two security guards guarding the entrance here, obviously isolated from the messy flow of people outside.

Once inside, the environment immediately became much quieter. The corridor was clean and tidy, the lighting was soft, and even the air carried a faint scent of disinfectant and perfume. There was no one around, and the whole area hadn't fully livened up yet.

On both sides were rows of uniform dressing rooms, but unlike the temporary door signs with program names downstairs, the doors on this floor only had concise name tags, usually three names per room. Some had two, and only a very few would have one.

Jin Chen watched all the way:

"Han Geng, Chen Kun," "Feng Gong, Cai Ming," "Zhang Guoli, Deng Jie," "Li Guyi," "Wang Fei," "Chen Chen Yixun, Zhang Weijian, Zhang Qian."

... Every one of them was a household name.

Her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

After graduating last year, under the company's arrangement, she played a small supporting role in a martial arts drama called "Seven Weapons: Peacock Feather." This resume here was like putting a small match into the galaxy. Every name above could be said to be her dream and goal.

At this moment, the door of a dressing room in front suddenly opened with a "click," and a graceful, exquisitely made-up middle-aged woman walked out.

She was wearing a well-tailored dark coat, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and had a limited-edition Chanel bag hanging on her shoulder. She was stunned when she saw them, then smiled like a flower, and said in Mandarin with a heavy Cantonese accent:

"Assistant Li, what a coincidence."

Li Xiaoyuan still had no smile on her face, frowned and said, "Miss Huo, hello, why are you here so early?"

That tone sounded very uncomfortable to Jin Chen.

But the person who came, that is, Huo Wenxi, the gold-medal manager of Emperor Entertainment, was obviously used to the stinky faces of CCTV employees. She smiled as if nothing had happened, "The dressing room is different from the previous rehearsal, so I came over to familiarize myself with the location first and see what's missing, so I can bring it over later... Who are these two beautiful ladies?"

Li Xiaoyuan said, "Actors performing with Chen Laoshi Nuo."

Huo Wenxi was slightly startled, then showed a standard professional smile: "Nice to meet you. So are you going to Chen Laoshi's dressing room now?"

"Yes."

Huo Wenxi said generously, "Then I'll go with you, recognize the door, and when Ah Sa arrives, I'll bring her over to say hello."

"Ah Sa visiting Chen Laoshi..." Jin Chen silently recited it in her heart, always feeling that this combination was strange.

But she immediately realized that this was the manager of Twins.

Look at others, capable, atmospheric, calm, and then look at their own Wang Xinxin who was still secretly peeking at the names on the wall, Jin Chen couldn't help but sigh. Comparing people really makes people angry. Sometimes thinking about it, it's really uncomfortable. Take this opportunity, for example, it wasn't fought for by Tang Ren for her, but recommended by a professor she was close to at the Beijing Dance Academy. Alas, after the Spring Festival Gala, maybe she should have a good talk with the company. Otherwise, compared to others in the same company, it's really too unfair.

Li Xiaoyuan led them to the very end of the corridor. The dressing room here was completely different from other rooms, and a name was cleanly and neatly posted on the door sign:

"Chen Nuo"

Li Xiaoyuan turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Even if Jin Chen wasn't familiar with the internal layout of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, she could see at a glance that this dressing room was obviously not ordinary, and it was completely different from the temporary one used for rehearsal that day—

The room was spacious and bright, and outside the corner floor-to-ceiling window facing south was the street view of East Chang'an Avenue in Beijing. The sunlight shone in, and it was warm. Two independent dressing tables were set against the window, with lights and mirrors, and unopened cosmetics were placed on the table. There was a row of sofas by the wall, and next to the sofa was a black clothes rack, on which hung the stage costume she wore during rehearsal yesterday, a red and white color-blocked dress.

Jin Chen couldn't help but take a light breath.

No matter how much of a rookie she was, no matter how much she didn't understand the rules of the office, she knew that in a system with such clear levels as the Spring Festival Gala, the layout of dressing rooms always had an invisible class distinction. What kind of concept was it to have such an independent dressing room at this time?

Just now along the way, all those with separate names were superstars or older singers.

But none of them were independent dressing rooms with such 270-degree corner bay windows. According to the layout, it is estimated that there would be no more than four such rooms on one floor.

"You will use Chen Laoshi's dressing room this time. You can rest and practice, but be careful not to mess it up. If Chen Laoshi comes and wants to practice again, Xiao Jin, you will have to work hard." Li Xiaoyuan said.

So that was the reason. No wonder they arranged themselves here. The program team was afraid that he would need to practice again, so they let her come here to accompany him. Unexpectedly, CCTV also had such a thoughtful side. Jin Chen thought ironically in her heart, but nodded hurriedly on the surface, "Okay, Sister Li."

Li Xiaoyuan nodded and added, "The makeup artist and styling team won't arrive until eleven o'clock. That's it, I'm leaving."

Huo Wenxi, who was behind, also politely said "Bye-bye," and then the two left together.

The door closed gently, and the whole world instantly became quiet.

Jin Chen stood in place, slowly put down her bag, looked at the furnishings around her, feeling a little nervous in her heart, but more expectant.

Today was her first time on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala stage.

And her partner was that Chen Nuo.

This opportunity would be the turning point of her future destiny. Thinking about it now, she really felt like she was dreaming.

In just a few days, it could be said that her destiny had undergone a earth-shaking change. Time and fate, no matter what, she must seize this opportunity.

Jin Chen's eyes became firm.

"Come on, Xinxin, come and help me press my legs."

"Huh? Chenchen, isn't this too early? What time is it? Didn't you not sleep much last night? I think, do you want to sleep on this sofa for a while?"

"No, I'll practice for a while now."

"No, Chenchen, this is really too early, I'm worried about your physical strength..."

"Stop talking, I know what I'm doing, hurry up and come over!"

Chen Nuo arrived at the backstage of the Spring Festival Gala around 3 PM.

That's right, like a slow train, he was late. About an hour later than the scheduled time.

The reason for being late was ridiculous.

It was because he was too tired these two days. Rehearsals during the day were already very hard, and at night he had to be squeezed dry by that madwoman Gao Yuanyuan again and again. These two days, they had to do 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 a few times, saying they were striving for a one-shot success. As a result, he slept too late, forgot to charge his phone, the alarm didn't go off, and he slept from 4 AM to 2 PM.

Still not awake!

If it weren't for Qi Yuntian being driven crazy, actually finding Gao Yuanyuan's brokerage company and asking for Gao Yuanyuan's phone number, otherwise... it might really have been necessary to use the backup tape.

"Chen Laoshi, you're here." Several people from the Spring Festival Gala were waiting behind the door, and when they saw their group, their eyes lit up and they rushed up.

Chen Nuo was still dressed in a mask and hat. Fortunately, no one could see him blushing.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's okay, it's okay, please come this way, please follow me."

Chen Nuo saw the assistant surnamed Li smiling, and felt even more guilty. He followed the other party and quickened his pace, asking, "It should still be in time, right?"

"In time, in time. Well, the dancer has arrived. Now, Chen Laoshi, after you finish your makeup, just go with her and practice on the stage one last time. Do you think that's okay?"

"Okay."

The backstage of the Spring Festival Gala was still so busy. Chen Nuo had been here once, so he had some experience. Following Li Xiaoyuan, he buried his head and walked quickly. In their group, except for Michelle, the black girl, who was a bit eye-catching, the rest, Guli Nazha and Qi Yuntian, were nothing more than ordinary people in the Spring Festival Gala backstage full of handsome men and beautiful women at this time, not to mention Linghu.

They arrived at the dressing room without any waves.

Pushing the door open, they only heard a scream. It turned out that Jin Chen had changed her clothes and was looking in the mirror inside, and was caught off guard and startled.

Chen Nuo took off his mask and smiled politely at the other party, but didn't speak. He sat on the makeup chair and let Michelle start applying his makeup.

This time the makeup was relatively simple. After all, to sing folk songs, there was no need to draw eyeliner, and no need to trim eyebrows. Michelle designed a natural and casual style for him. After blowing his hair and finishing his makeup, and changing his clothes, it was ten minutes to four.

According to the staff who arrived at the dressing room later, their group was the last program that hadn't gone on stage to test equipment and positioning.

So Chen Nuo wrapped a down jacket outside and was surrounded by a group of people, rushing to the No. 1 studio hall.

When they went in, there were indeed not many people in the studio hall, only Ma Dong and some on-site staff. Seeing him come over, the nervous face of Fatty Ma immediately relaxed.

"Grandpa Chen, you're finally here."

Chen Nuo laughed. "Sorry Director Ma, something came up, a little late."

"It's okay, it's okay. Go backstage quickly, get ready. I'll have Zhu Jun and the others come over immediately."

"OK."

Chen Nuo stood at the entrance to the stage.

In order to create a good preparation environment for him, everyone on the scene consciously stayed far away from him. It seemed as if a quiet aura had been drawn around him. He stood there alone, his eyes peaceful and his breathing stable.

He was indeed very calm in his heart.

After all, this was his second time on the Spring Festival Gala stage.

If there was any difference, it was that there was an extra backup dancer by his side this time. But other than that, there was nothing special. It was precisely because of this that he was able to sleep until the afternoon.

This might sound a bit outrageous, but it was precisely because of this rare long deep sleep that his mental state was surprisingly good now. The fatigue of non-stop work in the few days since returning to the country was all quietly smoothed out in that sleep last night.

His mind was very clear.

A few hours ago, on that final stage before his appearance, his performance was decent; for him, it was within his baseline. After all, singing is not acting; no matter what, he has his limits. Just like Liu Yifei—although she has practiced dance under Liu Xiaoli's guidance since she was young, based on his observations over the past two days, even if she didn't act and practiced dance continuously for ten years of hard labor, she would absolutely never compare to Jin Chen.

He, Chen Nuo, was the same. His talent limit was there. No matter how much he practiced, he was at most a KTV player, not as good as Chen Chen Yixun.

So, what he said on the News Broadcast was true. His requirement for himself was really to let nature take its course, not to be demanding, and just be an amateur player.

Thinking of Jin Chen.

He had to recall the first time he saw her a few days ago, and he was slightly surprised by her somewhat familiar face.

He didn't expect that in his previous life, he only remembered that she was an actor, but in this life, he found out that she was actually from a dance background, and she danced so well and won so many awards!

What surprised him even more was that a few hours ago, in the final rehearsal of testing equipment and camera positioning, he clearly felt that Jin Chen's state was better than when practicing. Her dance posture was more stable, her positioning was more accurate, and the fit between her movements and the music almost reached the level of "silky and flawless."

But precisely because of this, a slight doubt arose in his heart.

As an actor, he was used to "controlling the field" before official shooting—that is, consciously retaining emotions and states to avoid investing too early in rehearsals, only to find that he couldn't perform when he was really on the spot.

Just like the rehearsal a few hours ago, he subconsciously didn't let himself get too involved in the play.

But what about Jin Chen?

She was a dancer, didn't she need to "control her state"?

This doubt floated in his heart, but it didn't stay too long.

At this moment, the host's voice rang out from the loudspeaker in front of the stage.

That was Zhu Jun speaking.

Chen Nuo's heart shook, and all his thoughts suddenly returned to calm.

He looked forward, his expression clear.

It was time.

PS:

Cough, cough, cough.

(End of this chapter) **CHAPTER 469**