In the waiting room.
A group of people were staring straight at Zhang Ye.
Chang Xiaoliang said in a serious tone, "Teacher Little Zhang, we can only rely on you now!"
Zhang Ye was nearly vomiting blood at this. "Director Chang, I really cannot do it!"
"Little Zhang!" Hu Fei chipped in, "We all know how capable you are!"
Zhang Ye smiled wryly and said, "If you want me to do a crosstalk, I won't hesitate to agree. Old Yao and I will march up onstage to do another crosstalk for you guys. But it's a skit we're talking about, I've never done one before! I really can't pull it off. Why don't you ask someone else instead? See if there's anyone else who has prepared a skit."
Hu Fei said, "If you can't do it, then nobody can!"
Zhang Ye kept waving his hands around. "You're thinking too highly of me, please don't say that!"
