sinovels Chapter 130 Chapter 130
Chapter 130 Chapter 130
The host is P'tiw, a host who is very active in various booths and events. He has excellent ability to control the field and drive topics, and is also a veteran driver who is very good at drag racing.
Since she is quite active in the first place, and she has also stepped into this circle, Krist usually has some understanding of these veterans who often appear in the host position. Each host has more or less different areas of expertise, such as P'pal, it appears more in serious occasions, or in less outrageous variety shows. P'toey, a well-known ladyboy host (although he usually appears in men's clothes), has a taste of everything in variety shows. Not to mention several of his permanent host shows, he is often in various Guest appearances and roles in similar TV series. The nature of P'Leo is relatively different. Although he is equally eloquent, as one of the representative hosts of the GMM family, he can be seen actively in many GMM programs.
After the simple warm-up song ended, it was time for the host and guests to chat and interact.
"I heard that this is the first time for you to attend this kind of motorcycle exhibition? So how do you feel?"
As a leading topic, it highlights the first time and makes people in the audience feel that this event is different.It can be said that the focus is very prominent.
"Very happy, very excited." Singto held the microphone, with a smile that is commonly used in business, and answered seriously. With his soft bangs and white long sleeves today, he looked very cute.
"I think I really, really like the bike."
Following his movements, Krist and the host looked at the particularly cool blue car behind the host.
This is not the only car on the stand.
In fact, due to the consideration of selling products, the stage today is quite spacious. Even if there are several motorcycles placed there, it does not seem to be forced, but the three people standing on the stage at random is quite empty.
Looking at the blue motorcycle, Krist was lost in thought.
For some reason that everyone actually understands, Krist dare not learn to drive. Even if it is a motorcycle, he can only barely ride it, at most he can ride a small electric donkey that is not too fast.
But his brother has already obtained a driver's license and has ridden a scooter in SOTUS. Maybe he said such a thing not on the spot, but because he really likes this model.
"This is a competitive motorcycle, do you know how to ride it?" P'tiw continued to drive the topic, explaining the model in a way that would not go too far, while throwing out follow-up stalks to them.
Regardless of whether they answer yes or no, they can proceed logically.
If not, you can introduce other models. If you can, you can introduce the performance of this car. It can be said that it is a very suitable two-way choice.
But there was a flash of inspiration in Krist's mind, and he didn't follow the conventional routine.
Embracing his brother's shoulders, Krist leaned on Singto affectionately, "I can teach him how to ride."
"Large motorcycles are quite difficult to control." The host broke down.
But Krist was unmoved, and said the lines he really wanted to say: "So control the shift lever, shift lever." While twisting his waist and swaying in the air, as if he was spinning a hula hoop, his mouth It talks about joysticks, but actually hints at another kind of stick with a double entendre.
There was a loud noise in the audience.
P'tiw heard the stringed song immediately and knew the elegant meaning.
"The gear shifter." He mocked Krist kindly, and he did the same thing Krist demonstrated, sparking another wave of laughter.
Krist, who didn't think it was a big deal, followed suit and twisted it around again.
He was laughing and joking, making fun of his brother, but he didn't dare to act as boldly as he suggested to everyone—in fact, apart from the hand still on his brother's shoulder, Krist's "smartness" didn't affect him at all. At some point, P'sing, whose reflex arc was so long that he could not even touch the hem of his clothes.
The wave of jokes came to an end.
And that damned dull Mr., although he laughed all the way along, it was visible to the naked eye that he was not in the status signal service area all the time.