Just when the school board was in a state of panic, they received a request from Shang Fan to invite the girls from the folk music department to perform together.
Originally, the chairman of the board of directors was planning to issue a notice that the Department of Traditional Chinese Music would not recruit students next year, but when Shang Fan's invitation came, the notice was shelved.
On the afternoon of the welcome party, Wen Qiao, carrying her instrument bag, waved her hand and said, "Shang Fan has already arrived at the gymnasium. Let's go over and rehearse with him. Bring your respective instruments."
The three of them were still skeptical: "Shang Fan, he's so popular, would you agree to perform with us?"
"You'll find out when you get there."
Backstage at the stadium, Zhao Tong hugged Xu Lu and sighed, "Forget it, forget it. After all, Shang Fan is so popular, he is the company's cash cow. If he doesn't agree, his boss can't do anything about it. Let's just be spectators tonight."
Xu Lu forced a smile. She had originally imagined that she would become famous as soon as she entered the school, but unfortunately Shang Fan was too firm in his stance.
There was laughter behind me.
"The Tianqiao performing artists are here, everyone please make way. Why is there no erhu? It lacks soul."
Xu Lu turned her head and looked at the four girls from Wen Qiao's dormitory standing at the backstage door, each holding their own musical instrument. The girl in Hanfu was carrying a drum on her back, looking funny and ridiculous.
"Make way." Wen Qiao looked coldly at the two people standing in the doorway.
Zhao Tong crossed her arms and looked at her contemptuously: "Why are you here?"
Wen Qiao tightened the strap of his guitar case: "Zhao Tong, doesn't this scene look familiar to you?"
Zhao Tong was stunned: "What... familiar?"
Lu Youyou sneered at her and said, "You are so forgetful. Have you forgotten about Master Vincent's concert outside the Jasmine Cruise in July? You were so dismissive of us."
Xu Lu was shocked. Shang Fan is a pop singer, and a top star at that. Many seniors in the school probably want to work with him.
Wen Qiao
Could it be arranged by Fu Nanli
The last concert by Master Vincent must have been arranged by Fu Nanli.
Xu Lu smiled with some disdain. "It's just relying on men. Wen Qiao, do you have to show off like that?"
Zhao Tong gritted her teeth and said, "What are you bragging about? Shang Fan can appreciate folk music? And perform with you?"
Lu Youyou sneered: "You think everyone is like you, worshipping foreigners, flattering the powerful and looking down on the weak, and having no brains."
"Who are you calling brainless?"
Lu Youyou raised an eyebrow: "I've said it so plainly? Do you still want me to speak directly? It's just that you don't have a brain."
"you… "
The backstage door opened and a staff member poked his head out: "Is Wen Qiao here?"
"arrive."
"Come in quickly and rehearse with Shang Fan. Time is running out."
Amid the incredulous gazes of the crowd, Wen Qiao carried her violin bag and led the three people from the dormitory into the backstage.
The girls who were asking for autographs looked at each other in bewilderment.
"what's the situation?"
"Isn't that a freshman from the folk music department?"
"Yeah, how could Shang Fan cooperate with them?"
"Do they have any identity or background?"
Xu Lu's face turned pale, and it took Zhao Tong a long time to react: "Relying on a man, what's so great about it."
After saying that, he pulled Xu Lu out of the backstage of the gymnasium and sat on the plastic track next to the playground.
Zhao Tong was filled with righteous indignation: "She just relied on men, on Fu Nanli. It must have been arranged by Fu Nanli. What's so great about it? She sold her youth to please rich men in exchange for these vain appearances. She really takes herself seriously."
(End of this chapter)