Film and TV: Obtain Alpha Dog at the beginning

Seeing that she had closed her eyes, Qin Hao let her go to the bathroom.

As a result, when Qin Hao came out of the shower, he found Gong Ruomei with a sad face and one hand covering her forehead.

"so serious?"

Gong Ruomei nodded weakly.

Qin Hao stepped forward, sat on the sofa, placed Gong Ruomei's head on his lap, and began to massage her.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yeah." Gong Ruomei snorted softly, and the painful expression on her face eased.

After a few minutes, Qin Hao noticed that Gong Ruomei's breathing had become particularly regular, and then he realized that the girl had fallen asleep.

Just when Qin Hao was about to go back to the room to get her a quilt, Gong Ruomei frowned as soon as he let go.

Qin Hao thought for a while, picked her up and walked to the room.

After a night of silence, Gong Ruomei woke up leisurely and stretched out. The girl's figure was particularly slender and slender. Coupled with long-term martial arts training, compared with the loose skin of ordinary girls, she appeared firmer and more elasticity.

When Gong Ruomei found out that she woke up on Qin Hao's bed, she did not panic. Instead, she held her chin with both hands, not knowing what she was thinking.

Until there was a "bang bang" knock on the door.

Only then did Gong Ruomei put away the slight smile on her lips and retracted herself into the bed: "Brother, come in."

"Get up quickly, it's already noon. After lunch, we have to go to the TV station to record a program in the afternoon." Qin Hao didn't notice anything strange about Gong Ruomei, and left the room after asking if she was okay.

Gong Ruomei stared at Qin Hao's back in a daze for a while. After regaining consciousness, she stretched again and got up from the bed.

Breakfast was eaten in the hotel's Western restaurant. Gong Ruomei was surprised at first by this novel food, but after taking a bite of the burger, she grimaced.

"The conditions are simple. Let's make do with it for now. Once you settle down and rent a house, I'll prepare delicious food for you." Qin Hao said soothingly, subconsciously wanting to touch her head, but Gong Ruomei ducked away. He said angrily.

"How many times have I told you not to touch my head again? I am no longer a child."

"Okay, you're a big girl, okay."

Qin Hao secretly laughed. This girl's temperament has become better in the past two years.

In the afternoon, John drove a Cadillac to pick up Qin Hao and the two of them and headed to the New York TV station. Along the way, Gong Ruomei asked John some strange questions using her half-baked vocabulary, which made John have to listen attentively while driving. Caused a car accident.

Fortunately, they arrived at their destination without any danger. After doing a simple registration, Qin Hao and the other two arrived at the TV station's column team.

A middle-aged white woman received Qin Hao and the others.

"You are Mr. Qin. Welcome to my column. Oh, please forgive me. I can't wait to see your 'witchcraft'."

Qin Hao shook his head: "It's not 'Sorcery', it means 'witchcraft', it should be 'martial art'."

The white woman looked confused: "Is there such a phrase in English?"

"It didn't happen before, but from now on, it does." Qin Hao said word by word.

Although Gong Ruomei did not fully understand what the two said, she could tell from Qin Hao's tone that he was not satisfied with something the white woman said.

The white woman was stunned and looked at John again. John shrugged: "I told you, he is completely different from the stereotyped Chinese."

The white woman agrees with this point. In her inherent impression of Chinese people, they should be the ones with braids on the back of their heads. The man in front of her is tall, with simple and refreshing short hair, and the outline of his face is very tough. He was also very confident in his speech and behavior, and had a different kind of temperament. If it weren't for his yellow skin, she would even think he was an English gentleman.

"Okay, I will replace this word in the script later, but I think you need to explain to the audience why you call your 'martial art' that way, okay?"

"no problem."

After that, the white woman reviewed the script with Qin Hao. The scripts of this period were relatively crude, and they did not strictly follow the script to ask questions. Sometimes the audience would also ask tricky questions, which would test the host and guests. Spot reaction.

Soon, it was time for the live recording. Gong Ruomei was arranged to enter the audience, while Qin Hao followed the white woman to the backstage.

Among a group of white spectators, Gong Ruomei's figure stood out particularly conspicuously, and the people around her also cast different looks at this beautiful little girl.

Gong Ruomei ignored these glances and just sat quietly, with her hands on her legs and her eyes fixed on her, as if she was the only one around.

It wasn't until Qin Hao's figure appeared that Gong Ruomei smiled. At that moment, the surrounding audience seemed to see the ice and snow melting and everything rejuvenating.

The white woman bowed slightly amidst the applause of the audience, and then began to introduce Qin Hao.

"I believe everyone has seen reports about him recently. He comes from the mysterious East."

The sparse applause showed that the audience was not familiar with Qin Hao. Most of them looked at him with surprise, suspicion, and confusion. Many people were looking at the back of his head, as if they wanted to confirm that the back of his head was Are there braids?

Qin Hao ignored the gazes of the audience. After saying hello calmly, he sat down on the chair diagonally opposite the white woman.

"When I was backstage just now, Mr. Qin made a request to me, asking me to replace the word 'Sorcery' with 'martial art'. I believe this is the first time for many people to hear this word. Can I explain it to you? In your opinion, do the meanings of these two words differ?"

Qin Hao glanced at the audience and said calmly: "The word Sorcery means witchcraft in English. However, the martial arts I practice is not a mysterious power or metaphysics, but a kind of magic from China. I think it's necessary to distinguish between the two, just like you wouldn't confuse 'Sorcery' with 'boxing'."

As soon as he finished speaking, many spectators at the scene cast surprised glances at Qin Hao. What surprised them was not what Qin Hao said, but his English pronunciation was very interesting. It was neither like a London accent nor like those from some continents in the United States. The accent sounds very comfortable.

When the white woman saw the reaction of the audience, she knew she had raised the right topic, so she struck while the iron was hot and continued to ask.

"So, do you think Chinese martial arts is actually a fighting technique on the same level as boxing?"

This is a bit of a dig. Although the development of modern boxing is not long and it only originated in England in the 18th century, after being introduced to the United States, it already had a deep mass base in a very short period of time. Even as early as the third Olympic Games, it became an official event, although only 44 athletes from the United States participated in the boxing event at that Olympic Games.

Of course, there were no large-scale professional boxing competitions at this time, but among the lower class people, it was already a sport with very wide participation.

"Yes." Qin Hao did not hesitate at all. Since he was participating in the recording program, he was ready to meet the challenge.

Sure enough, as soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, the audience exclaimed. In their opinion, this Oriental was so arrogant that he put something that no one had ever heard of on the same level as boxing.

Witnessing the commotion of the audience, the white woman became even more excited. She knew that the highlight of this program was already there.

"I took a look at the scene and a lot of the audience seemed unconvinced by your statement. Can you show everyone your 'martial art' martial arts?"

Qin Hao nodded calmly: "Of course."

The white woman couldn't wait to ask: "How do you want to show it? Give us a performance?"

Qin Hao shook his head: "Can you give me two bricks, or an object of similar hardness?"

The martial arts routines are certainly gorgeous enough to perform, but Qin Hao doesn't want to give people the same impression that 'martial arts' is the same as 'dance'. People's inherent concepts are difficult to change, and the first impression often determines something. positioning.

The audience in the audience talked a lot, and the white woman quickly took two thick wooden boards from the backstage staff.

“I don’t have bricks, but can such a thick board be okay?”

Qin Hao nodded and was about to take the board when the white woman stopped him, turned around and walked to the audience with a smile.

"You can check these two boards to see if they are strong enough."

The two wooden boards circled around the auditorium. Some people hammered them with their fists, while others hit them with their heads. The wooden boards were not damaged. Obviously, it is difficult for ordinary people to destroy these two hard wooden boards with their strength.

After the white woman repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the board, she handed it to Qin Hao and asked curiously: "How do you want to show it? Is there anything you need my help with?"

Qin Hao shook his head lightly, picked up two wooden boards with his left hand and hung them in mid-air, then placed his right hand in front of the wooden boards.

The audience stretched their necks to see what Qin Hao wanted to do, but they saw Qin Hao suddenly retracted his right hand a short distance, then suddenly made a fist and swung it out.

"boom"

The two hard wooden boards broke apart, and the fragments flew everywhere. Qin Hao only had a small fragment of the wooden board left in his hand.

"Oh, I bought it. This is incredible."

"Oh my god, what just happened?"

"It was so fast, I didn't even see his movements clearly."

There was a burst of exclamation at the scene, and many spectators had not yet reacted. They were stunned for a while before they started to join in the discussion.

The white woman also opened her mouth wide and covered her mouth with one hand. Of course, her expression was so exaggerated mainly for the effect of the show, but Qin Hao's move really surprised her.

While she was surprised, she was also ecstatic. The effect of such a program was so good.

She was suddenly glad that she had listened to John's recommendation and invited this Oriental man to participate in her show.

"Oh, God, can anyone tell me what just happened?" the white woman asked exaggeratedly.

The audience's discussion was even more enthusiastic, but their opinions were not very unified. Some thought that Qin Hao performed a magic trick, some thought that this was the "Chinese martial arts" that Qin Hao said, and some thought that just now They were deceived. The two wooden boards that Qin Hao broke were not the ones they had inspected at all. They must have been replaced midway.

The corners of Gong Ruomei's lips curled up slightly, thinking, these foreigners are really ignorant, aren't they just weak?

The white woman also questioned Qin Hao at the right time: "The audience thinks you replaced the wooden board. Can you perform again?"

"Of course." Qin Hao replied lightly.

Immediately, several of the most skeptical audience members volunteered to be "prop quality inspectors" and soon the new wooden boards were delivered to them. This time they inspected them very carefully, even checking whether there were any gaps in the wooden boards. Clearly.

After confirming that there was indeed no fraud, several people went on stage and handed it directly to Qin Hao without going through the white woman. They believed that the host was the most important part in secretly changing props.

After Qin Hao took over the two new wooden boards, several people had no intention of stepping down and stared at Qin Hao from several directions to prevent him from cheating.

The white woman was not angry. On the contrary, she was very satisfied with the effect of the show. She motioned to the on-site photographer to use multiple camera positions to shoot this segment.

After the on-site camera was completely in place, Qin Hao took up his stance again.

The result was the same. A punch was thrown from close range, and the two wooden boards shattered. The fragments also hit the arm of one of the spectators and pierced him, causing him to scream in pain.

After settling the injured, the female host smiled and said to Qin Hao amidst the exclamations of the audience.

"You know, in fact, based on what you just showed, I am more willing to use the word 'Sorcery' to describe your Chinese martial arts."

The audience burst into laughter.

Qin Hao said seriously: "This is just a very common force-generating technique in Chinese martial arts, called: Cun Jin."

"Cun Jin?"

"To put it simply, it is a technique for exerting force in a short distance, which is more suitable for use in narrow environments."

The female host said thoughtfully: "Besides this, is there anything else you can show me?"

Qin Hao thought for a while: "I need an assistant."

Originally, Qin Hao wanted Gong Ruomei to be his assistant, but as soon as he finished speaking, many audience members raised their hands.

Upon seeing this, Qin Hao casually ordered three strong adult men to come to the stage.

"What I want to show next is a very common technique in Chinese martial arts to subdue an enemy, called grappling."

After a brief explanation, Qin Hao said to a white man: "Attack me with your fists."

The white man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly punched out. It was obvious that this kid was prepared. Judging from the speed and power of the punch, he was at least at the level of an amateur boxer.

However, Qin Hao made no move to dodge, amidst the exclamations of the audience.

Qin Hao just tilted his head, and then put a hand on the white man's shoulder. Then he just twisted it gently without seeing how hard he was, and the white man screamed, and his right hand was directly pressed behind his back.

The whole process was completed in the blink of an eye, causing another burst of exclamations from the audience.

I took a day off yesterday. I went to Ningbo to attend a friend's wedding a few days ago. The banquet was full of seafood. When I came back, I had to ventilate myself and felt uncomfortable.