After Lu Qiao said that, he saw Professor Chen in front of him with his straight eyes. Xiao Liu's voice came from Professor Chen's Bluetooth headset: "How do you say Professor Chen?"

Professor Chen was silent for a moment and stood up and walked towards the one-sided mirror: "Take it out. Since my cheating has not worked, go out and find a baby for him to see what monster he is going to do. Then, I will not believe that I can't break him through today. Why do I leave in half an hour? It's clear that someone is teaching him to say such things. I now suspect that it's his parents. Please wait and wait and don't let him have any contact with his parents."

The door of the room opened and several experts walked in. Luqiao's parents also walked in, but the staff quickly supported the two of them, and some staff walked towards Luqiao and pulled them towards the stage ahead.

The countdown interface on the stage continues, and the host is a little overwhelmed by the request from the director on site.

The eyes swept down the stage and there was a couple in the third to last row. They were placed in the stroller in the aisle and there happened to be a child. At this time, the host trotted to the audience.

"Is this your child? Boy or girl?" the host asked excitedly.

The husband said, "Girl, one and a half years old, is named Wang Lulu."

"How did you come to see Luqiao this time?" the host asked, looking at the two parents in front of him. Because they did not wear signs or wear labels, they did not know the other party's identity.

The wife on the side explained: "The child's painting is really beautiful. We brought the child to see it, just to know how the child was taught. We planned to teach our children like this in the future. Only when we came did we realize that things were not like this. Why do we still think that angels are a bit ridiculous?"

The cameraman on the side naturally recorded this scene. At this time, the host lit up: "I understand, are you interested in discussing? Take your children? Because we need to witness the angels need the participation of babies."

The couple looked at each other and looked at the child in the stroller in unison.

At this time, the host begged with a smile and understood that if these two people were unwilling to find a second baby in half an hour.

The live director behind him whispered something behind the host. The host explained with a smile: "If you come on stage, we are willing to waive today's ticket and give an hour and three hundred appearance fee."

The husband lit his head, while the wife took out the cosmetics from her bag and smiled awkwardly: "Can you give me half an hour? I'll put on makeup and then take it on camera."

"We have a makeup artist, soon." The host smiled and signaled the staff to take the two to the backstage. The director on the scene immediately sent a message to the makeup artist and asked to go on stage immediately after ten minutes.

After waiting for things for ten minutes, Luqiao was already sitting in his seat.

The staff suppressed the opposition from the audience, and also asked the supporters not to disturb the road and bridge as much as possible.

Lu Qiao looked at the angel in front of him, and the angel sighed at the scene: "Is this worth it?"

Luqiao didn't know how to answer, so he lowered his head. Luqiao just wanted to prove that the angels really existed, and things had nothing to do with Luqiao doing now.

Ten minutes, the countdown ends.

A couple came on the stage with a stroller, and the child in the stroller was taken out by the mother.

The host asked the couple to briefly introduce themselves and explain the reason for today's arrival. It was similar to the inquiry just now. The couple thought that today was a genius child program, but they didn't expect it to be a theological program. They also expressed their hope that Lu Qiao's words are true, and this world needs a better place to exist.

The opponents in the audience obviously couldn't hold it in, and shouted: "Thank you! Two Tips."

At this time, the husband started shouting at the audience with a temper. Lu Qiao stood up and said helplessly: "Hurry up, there is really no time."

The host asked helplessly: "Then Luqiao kid, how do you prove the existence of angels?"

Lu Qiao pointed to the baby in his wife's hand on the stage and explained: "Let me find someone to make the child cry, and then let the parents go downstairs. If I don't touch the child, I can make the child not cry for a moment. Because the child can be pure and can see angels. I will let the angels comfort the child, which can prove it?"

"Professor Chen, what do you think of this matter?" The host immediately asked Professor Chen.

Professor Chen nodded his head: "That's true, just follow his actions."

When the couple heard that they wanted to cry, they were a little reluctant, but they looked at the opponents in the audience saying that they were both entrusting themselves and couldn't hold back. At this time, they put the child on the ground and woke him up.

The child who woke up was at a loss and was immediately crying after his mother pulled out his pacifier.

At the same time, the couple walked off the stage, while Lu Qiao stood in the distance and spoke to the air: "It depends on your ability."

The angel's footsteps floated lightly in front of the child. In an instant, the child stared at the golden angel in front of him and was stunned. The angel placed his index finger on the child's mouth, and the child immediately stopped crying.

At this time, Luqiao said, "Old man over there, tell me when will the baby cry? I will let the angel let go, how about?"

Professor Chen really felt strange when he looked at the child in front of him. He was still screaming and then he became quiet.

"You make the baby cry." Professor Chen waved his hand helplessly.

The angel let go of his hand and turned toward the road bridge. The baby obviously started to cry immediately.

The couple immediately stepped forward, and the mother picked up her baby and stuffed it back into the pacifier. But no matter how she coaxed the baby, she was still crying. The helpless mother could only turn around and start feeding on the stage so that the baby would stop crying.

After the baby stopped crying, the scene was silent.

Stop when you say it, cry when you say it?

Lu Qiao looked at Professor Chen: "Old man, how about it?"

After all, he is a thirteen-year-old child, and it is indeed too much to speak so impolitely to the TV station at this time.

If the other party asks himself to admit that there are no angels in the world, he is already uneasy. So Lu Qiao is not polite, and he feels quite angry at this time.

Professor Chen said before that he admitted that the existence of the angels was present, and now he raised the microphone: "It's a sir, you can't have two invited them, right?"

After saying that, Professor Chen saw the contemptuous look of the couple on the side. At this time, the baby's father said, "It's hard to coax my child when he cries. I just found it incredible. You said we are the tutor, but I still think you are a liar!"

The baby's father was naturally outspoken. Professor Chen had no choice but to change his words and said, "That's magic. If you were not invited by money, it would definitely be magic."

Luqiao was a little helpless, and the angel said at this time: "I have only been three minutes for Luqiao, why not do this? If you ask the old man to write a word on his palm, I will tell you what he wrote?"

Lu Qiao lit his head and said, "Since you can't believe it like this, then you can write something in your palm to see if I can say it?"

Professor Chen was stunned for a few seconds and lit his head: "No need for your pen, I suspect there is something wrong with the program team now. I have brought my own pen, so don't shoot me first."

Professor Chen wrote something in his palms, then stuffed his hand into the suit and said with contempt, "Tell me, what did I write."

The angel floated over and took a look, half of his head stuffed into Professor Chen's body and then poked his head out: "Sixty-three."

At this time, Professor Chen smiled and said, "In this way, I will reduce the difficulty and tell you that I am writing a number..."

Luqiao quickly shouted: "Sixty-three!"

Professor Chen looked surprised and his mind was rumbling.

Professor Chen’s own pen is the Montblanc series and the Shakespeare series. When I bought it, I spent 32,000 yuan, and I hung it on the platform for 63,000 yuan to wait for promotion. Luqiao mentioned writing with a pen before, which obviously made me think of my own pen. When I was waiting for the promotion of the pen, I would obviously think of the number 63. All of this is a routine. With the advanced psychological routine, Professor Chen was a little at a loss at this time.

If you tell this, you will not be able to hide the greed for money. But if you don’t say it, don’t you admit that the child’s low-level psychological fraud has succeeded? You must admit that there are angels in this world? You must admit that there are angels in this way?

How is this possible? Professor Chen clenched his fists excitedly and twisted his palm slightly.

At this time, Professor Chen shouted excitedly: "Wrong! You were wrong! Sorry, Luqiao, Sixty-three may be my lucky number. How did you find out? But in fact, I didn't really write down any number with the pen this time!"

Professor Chen's palm was so nervous that he was sweating. He rubbed the ink traces that had wiped away the palm of his palm.

At this time, Professor Chen raised his palm excitedly and took a look at it. He made sure that only faint traces were left and then showed it in front of the camera, and then in front of the road and bridge.

Such faint traces, as long as they are not close, no one can see them.

Things happened. Although Professor Chen deceived people despicable, Professor Chen succeeded.

Professor Chen's eyes Lu Qiao is a liar, and he just did the right thing in the wrong way.

There is no angel in this world, and I successfully punished a liar.

There were insulting voices everywhere in the audience, and the slander of Luqiao began to spread continuously.

Before, only opponents spoke out, but now even supporters have begun to shake.

The angel smiled and said, "This old man is so bad that he can't go to heaven. He wiped the words with his hands sweat. What are you going to do?"

There were boos around me at this moment, and Luqiao was at a loss.

Professor Chen began to applaud, in order to completely slap the words in the palm of his hand.

The road bridge rushed up, and almost no one on the stage except the host could block the road bridge.

Lu Qiao, who was thirteen years old, ran to the front of Professor Chen.

At this time, Lu Qiao angrily grabbed Professor Chen's right hand and wanted to raise it up and shouted: "You wiped off the words on your hand yourself, you can't afford to lose. If it weren't for the sixty-three I said, why did you move so many times?"

Professor Chen was so old, but he was also shocked and pushed open the road and bridge directly.

The great strength of Luqiao fell backwards, and the angel reached out to support the back of Luqiao's head.

The cameraman obviously caught a strange scene as his head did not hit the ground.

After the road bridge fell down, one or two centimeters of his head touched the ground but bounced, and he slowly climbed up by his body.

At this time, Luqiao's father and mother also walked up. Luqiao's father held Professor Chen's hands and shouted: "Open, open it and let everyone see."

"Look at it, what am I afraid of!" Professor Chen spread his hands.

The cameraman walked up with the equipment and pointed it at Professor Chen's hand close-up.

You can see the faint traces and obviously what is written, but why should you erase them?

"If my son didn't guess what you wrote, why would you wipe it off?" Lu Qiao's father shouted.
Chapter completed!