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Chapter 215 Preview

In the next few days, Qiangzi and his group of friends made careful preparations and rehearsed repeatedly, hoping to make the story of Journey to the West vivid and interesting.

Everyone wants to see if they have the talent to be a storyteller. Storytelling is a technical job, and having this skill is better than being a waiter.

So everyone tried their best and tried hard to make a breakthrough in this direction. If they were not selected after all their efforts, it meant that they had no talent in storytelling and they had to choose another job that suits them.

Finally the day of the storytelling rehearsal arrived. The martial arts arena was filled with people, all of whom were the families of these little friends, as well as the village chief and several elders. The family members sat in the back, while the village chief and several elders sat in the front.

Xiao Caoer specially invited everyone to be the audience. Firstly, she wanted the children to feel what it's like to say "end" on the stage; secondly, she wanted their families to know what their children might do in the future.

The order of the rehearsal was decided by drawing lots, and the first person to go on stage was Qiangzi. As the first to go on stage, he cleared his throat nervously and began to tell the story of the Monkey King's birth out of the stone. His voice was a little trembling, but as the story unfolded, he gradually became more confident.

The next one was Ergouzi. He was the second one to go on stage. With Qiangzi in front of him as a model, he had rich expressions during his storytelling. His movements were exaggerated but used very appropriately, which drew laughter from the audience.

The friends took turns to perform on stage one by one. Everyone told the story of "Journey to the West" in their own way and with passion. It can be seen that the same story will have different results when told by different people based on their understanding and ideas of the story.

Every little friend performed very well, and the family members who were in the audience also listened with great interest. Xiao Cao'er and San Mao stood aside, each holding a small notebook, watching everyone's performance with satisfaction, and the two exchanged ideas from time to time, and then wrote and drew on the notebook.

Xiao Caoer knew that this rehearsal was not just an attempt, but also the first step for these little friends towards the future.

After the last person finished performing, Sanmao stood on the stage and said to everyone: "Grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, what do you think of our storytelling just now?"

"Well, that's very well said."

"Yes, it's very well said. I've never heard such a wonderful storyteller before."

Sanmao smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliments."

At this time, Qiangzi's grandfather stood up and said, "Children, you are telling a great story. I have lived to such an age, but I have never heard such an interesting storytelling!"

Others chimed in, expressing their hope that the children would continue speaking.

Sanmao looked at Xiaocao'er, and they smiled at each other. They knew that this storytelling rehearsal was a success, and it also made them more determined to open a teahouse.

The family members were still discussing the plot of the story they had just told, but Sanmao interrupted them as it was getting late.

"Everyone, please vote for all the storytellers just now. Please vote fairly and impartially. Don't worry about who others vote for. Just vote for whoever you think is the best storyteller. There is no rule that you must vote for your own child.

If you think your own child speaks well, you can vote for your own child. If you think other people's children speak well, you can also vote for other people's children.

Your votes account for one part, the votes of the village chief and several elders account for one part, and the votes of Xiaocaoer and I also account for one part.

Okay, now please line up, and if we, the audience, think someone spoke well, please stand behind him, and the contestants cannot look back. "

Everyone started to move, some were hesitant, while others walked towards the storyteller in their minds without hesitation. The scene gradually became lively, and the contestants were nervously waiting for the result.

After a while, the crowd gradually settled down. Sanmao and Xiaocaoer counted the number of people behind each person and recorded it.

Next, the village chief and several elders also voted. They did not need to stand in line, they just had to put their votes in the corresponding baskets.

Finally, Sanmao and Xiaocaoer also cast their votes. After all the votes were collected, Sanmao announced: "The voting is over. Thank you for participating. We will count the votes as soon as possible and select the best storyteller."

There was applause and cheers from the crowd, and everyone was looking forward to the final result. The faces of the group of storytellers were filled with excitement and anticipation, and they all hoped that they could become the most popular storyteller.

"Okay, the storytelling preview ends here, because I will need this storytelling in my future business. You can discuss it privately, but don't spread it outside. If people outside know about it, someone will definitely think of the storytelling, and then my business will be gone in the future, so don't spread it outside."

"I know, I know. You can rest assured about this." Everyone said they would not spread it.

"Then please stay here, elders. Everyone else can leave first. I still have something to discuss with the elders."