The Long-awaited Mr Han

Chapter 737: Favor

"Manager Hao is doing a good job!" Someone shouted in the audience.

"Sun Changfang, can you give low scores, and you are not allowed to give high scores? Your contest is open?"

"This contest is money from Han Bang. How old are you?"

"Go ahead!"

"Come on!"

"You are free to drive your contest, not yours. You are not forced."

Hao Chonghai laughed especially well.

Dai still narrowed his eyes, could Han Zhuo Li sit in the guest area, Hao Chonghai dare to give so casually?

He gave a high score of 9.8 in the last match.

This time it was good, giving it 10 points directly.

Isn't he afraid that after returning, Han Zhuoli asked him to settle the bill?

Just then, Hao Chonghai glanced in the direction of Han Zhuoli.

Dai still ridiculed in the corner of his mouth.

Hao Chonghai finally knew that he was afraid?

Unfortunately, Han Zhuoli is sitting in the first row. Dai can still only see Han Zhuoli's back, but he cannot see Han Zhuoli's expression.

In fact, when Hao Chonghai looked over, Han Zhuo Li smiled at Hao Chonghai with a lot of praise.

Hao Chonghai's heart officially fell into his stomach.

"Below, please teacher Zhang Guangtao to score." The host said again.

Zhang Guangtao smiles and points.

10 points!

10 points again!

The audience cheered and the audience applauded.

Sun Changfang sneered, "Mr. Zhang, you can't be partial because Lu Man is a student of your Guodian."

Zhang Guangtao really laughed, "I rate students according to their performances. In my opinion, Lu Man's performance is worth 10 points in my hands."

Zhang Guangtao paused and said coldly, "If you say it, can I also understand it because Lu Man is not a student of your Donghua Drama Academy, so you give Lu Man an unreasonably low score ? "

"Is it obvious that you are partial and want to button me up?" Sun Changfang angered.

Zhang Guangtao opened a notebook at his leisure. "Let's not talk about the second round, because there are still many students who can't compare. Let's talk about the first round that has all ended."

"Fu Kaiqi of our school, you gave 8.2 points. Xu Ziyi, 8.1 points. Li Zeyu, 8.5 points. Dong Jingxi, 9.3 points. Ni Xue, 8.1 points. Yang Ruilin, 8.2 points. Meng Yihan, 8.1 points. Lu Man, 7.9 points . The highest is 8.5, and no one has exceeded 8.5 points. "Zhang Guangtao said unhurriedly.

Originally Zhang Guangtao didn't say, really nobody noticed.

Because in the first round, everyone's attention was attracted by Lu Man's 7.9 low points. In addition, other people's games were scattered, and most of the opponents' performance was ordinary, resulting in their score of 8. Both look pretty good.

But now that Zhang Guangtao gathered together and said it, he was suddenly surprised that Sun Changfang never scored a high score for the students of the National Film Academy, but he was particularly overly aggressive.

"Then let's talk about the score you gave to the students of Donghua Theatre Academy." Zhang Guangtao also said.

"Enough!" Sun Changfang changed his face.

Zhang Guangtao ignored him at all and went on to say: "The score of the first round of the game of Donghua Theatre College students, Wu Zilin, 9.3 points. Guo Changfeng, 9.0 points, Zhou Li, 9.1 points, Zou Mingkai-"

"Enough!" Sun Changfang interrupted Zhang Guangtao loudly.

Zhang Guangtao also felt enough, and the evidence was enough.

Sure enough, the audience was boiling.

"WTF!"

"Sorry to say that we don't understand anything, that we are professional?"

(End of this chapter)