"Teacher, you received the message so soon. What's the matter?" Chen Zi'ang asked curiously.

Zu Yin smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll help you. I have to negotiate the conditions and have to bring a large group of old friends to join the team. You, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Fortunately, I have some face, so the Spring Festival Gala group dare not withdraw you."

"Uh." Chen Zi'ang was moved and embarrassed, and asked, "Teacher, I think the people in the Spring Festival Gala program team are very kind-hearted, so you can say good things."

Zu Yin felt a little sorry for his students, but he was too simple.

"The people from the Spring Festival Gala program team will look for you again, and they will agree to your conditions, but the ending is that I will go on stage with you." Zu Yin smiled and said, "Would you like it?"

Chen Zi'ang's eyes lit up. Do Zu Yin want to sing "My Motherland" with him?

That's great.

But he felt a little guilty: "Teacher, I feel wronged."

Zu Yin said without hesitation: "Singing solo, singing with you, is no different from me."

Chen Zi'ang was very moved. The teacher was taking him.

He led his classmates to the stage himself, but the effect was far from being able to go on stage with Zu Yin.

"Teacher, I have a song and I want you to sing it then." Chen Zi'ang said.

"I'll talk about it later. I'll ask the people in the troupe to find you in two days. The dance of "My Motherland" will be rechoreographed, and the choir can also improve and let them train them. Okay, I'll be busy first. By the way, you go to the Conservatory of Music to attend classes more often. I'll go home in a few days, and you come to find me at that time..." Zu Yin told Chen Zi'ang for a while, and then he didn't talk more and hung up the phone.

The next day, Chen Zi'ang indeed met the staff of the Spring Festival Gala program team again.

"Mr. Zuyin wants to sing "My Motherland" with you, okay?" The person who came was very friendly.

Chen Zi'ang was very alert, but the people who smiled at you were not all friendly.

This is society.

"That's great, thank you. Can my classmate come on stage?" Chen Zi'ang said in surprise, without knowing at all.

"Yes." The visitor smiled and said, "Be prepared well, we will notify you again when the program is first examined."

"Okay, thank you." Chen Zi'ang was very humble.

I was so despised that I actually pretended to be like this, so let’s pretend together.

After the person who came left, Chen Zi'ang immediately announced the good news in the group: "Everyone can go to the Spring Festival Gala together." There was a bunch of laughing expressions behind.

"Really?"

Everyone was very surprised.

It would be too hypocritical to say they don’t want to go to the Spring Festival Gala.

They have been hypocritical.

So as soon as the news was announced, one more excited.

"Yes, Master Zuyin will be on stage with us. We will continue to work hard. In a few days, someone will help us re-choreography, and someone will also provide more professional training for everyone." Chen Zi'ang sent a message.

"Ao~"

"I want to tell my parents."

"I want to tell my grandparents."

“…”

Everyone is very excited.

Chen Zi'ang reminded: "There will be a program review. If the quality is not up to standard, you will be defeated. Don't be too excited too early."

"Roar."

“Haha, it’s a must.”

The students cheered and cheered.

They really did it, they could go to the Spring Festival Gala, and they actually sang on the same stage with Zu Yin.

"Huang Tian is above, and as the proof of the thick soil, I am willing to exchange for a single person for my whole life." After Chen Zi'ang sent this message, he began to dive.

A large group of people in the group: "..."

Grass, this is Chen Zi'ang's routine before diving.

Everyone is crazy and has no choice.

The next day, Chen Zi'ang, who had a full class all day, only attended one class at Tsinghua University, then packed up his things and rushed to the China Conservatory of Music to attend the class.

He has been there for a while.

He has listened to both theoretical classes and practical classes.

But he never participated in the practice class.

The teacher didn't look for him either.

After all, he is just an attendant and must be treated differently, otherwise what do those students who have worked hard to get into the exam think?

When listening to the class, Chen Zi'ang sat alone in the back row of the classroom wearing a mask and a hat.

At the beginning, the students were a little surprised to find such a person.

But gradually, everyone got used to it.

After listening to so many classes, Chen Zi'ang was still alone and no one came to pay attention to him.

The same is true today.

Usually after class breaks, Chen Zi'ang ran out by himself and tried his best to avoid his classmates.

But today his body stagnated for a while and then relaxed.

No need to go to the toilet if you don't want to pee.

He was hiding in the back row and flipping through the textbooks.

The textbook was given to Chen Zi'ang by Zu Yin, who was her friend at the Conservatory of Music, exactly the same as the one who was a formal student.

The textbooks are not all about teaching people how to sing. Some textbooks talk about music history, world music celebrities and other related knowledge.

When the class bell rang, Chen Zi'ang found a classmate sitting not far away.

It's a girl.

Chen Zi'ang had some impression of this girl.

A girl who doesn't like to talk very much has a cool and elegant appearance.

However, during the practical class, he heard the voice of this girl.

The sound was a little torn, but it was full of explosiveness and penetration.

She probably came back from where she came to class, and she didn't bring her textbooks, and the table in front of her was empty.

Chen Zi'ang pushed a textbook over to her.

She glanced at Chen Zi'ang gratefully and accepted it.

If she doesn’t have anything, she will be embarrassed by the teacher.

"Thank you!" After class, Xu Jiahui spoke out to express her gratitude to Chen Zi'ang.

Chen Zi'ang nodded, saying that he did not speak when he received it.

Xu Jiahui didn't rush to leave and sat still.

Chen Zi'ang was anxious, why didn't he leave?

Xu Jiahui sat outside and blocked his way out.

He knew that many classmates in the class did not welcome him.

Why do we work hard to pass the exam? Then we can sit here to listen to the class every day, and you are a class-reader who comes out of nowhere, enjoy the same treatment as us.

So what's the use of our efforts?

So every time Chen Zi'ang came, no matter what his classmates looked at, his posture was very low.

And he never talks to his classmates, comes and leaves silently.

Xu Jiahui is the opposite of Chen Zi'ang. She leaves every time she passes away after her classmates are exposed.

These two extremes sit together, and the former blocks the latter's path.

Chen Zi'ang secretly looked at the classmates after class, and some of them pretended to look at him inadvertently.

That look was a lot of dissatisfaction.

"Do you always wait for everyone to leave before you leave?" He couldn't help asking after Chen Zi'ang and Xu Jiahui were left in the classroom.

"Yes." Xu Jiahui said, a little embarrassed, she was not very popular.

"That person has been exposed, why haven't you left yet?" Chen Zi'ang carried his bag.

"You go first." Xu Jiahui said politely.

Chen Zi'ang stood up.

Xu Jiahui sat down without moving.

"Have you never lived in reality?" Chen Ziang asked.

Xu Jiahui didn't realize that she was blocking Chen Zi'ang's way, and her eyes were a little confused: "No."
Chapter completed!