The chat in the backstage was so happy that the staff at the front desk were busy talking.

As a backstage staff member of the art evening party, it is definitely the hardest thing to do.

I am more busy than anyone else. I don’t know what I’m busy with. I can carry a stool repeatedly more than ten times, and then what?

Finally, the party finally started. Not only did it get busier, but it also had to hold it in the backstage, quietly watching the energetic performers on the stage, pretending to be full of winter, and then shed tears of envy.

"Oh? Li Wenyin?"

Several beautiful female classmates who came together saw several people squatting in the corner of the entrance hall behind the auditorium.

The female classmates were happy and walked over with a wave of their hands.

Seeing a few people, Xia Jianchuan stood up and showed a "Dragon King"-like evil and crooked smile.

"Jing... Jingjing, are you here?"

Li Wenyin couldn't bear to look directly, so she covered her forehead and greeted several classmates.

Several little girls looked at Xia Jianchuan who was trying to exude hormones and couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.

Jingjing's mouth couldn't help but tremble.

"Well...how are you rehearsing?"

Liu Jingjing's eyes were obviously twitching.

Actually... When I first came into contact with Xia Jianchuan, Jingjing felt very good.

Although it is very slow in terms of emotions, it also proves indirectly that this is definitely not a Aquaman.

But the next series of operations almost broke Jingjing Sao's leg.

When we first talked, Jingjing still had a good impression of this young boy who was full of sincerity and sunshine.

Therefore, when talking about interests and hobbies, Jingjing catered to the fact that she could play the piano, laying the foundation for future communication and understanding.

I have given you all the steps, can you just come up?

But who would have thought that Xia Jianchuan’s subsequent behavior would be crazy.

He split and somersaulted on the steps, showing off his face so much that he exploded, but he just couldn't come up...

He deliberately made a mistake, and then Liu Jingjing was blushing and waiting for Xia Jianchuan to teach herself to press the buttons step by step...

But he saw Xia Jianchuan's extremely serious face in amazement.

"What shouldn't be wrong is wrong, it's just because you're not careful! You'll be fined fifty times for this paragraph!"

......

Looking at Xia Jianchuan who was scolding him with righteous words, Liu Jingjing was speechless at that moment.

Finally, after finishing the scalp fifty times, Liu Jingjing mustered up the courage and asked Xia Jianchuan shyly.

"Can I demonstrate it so that I can feel the feeling more intuitively?"

Is this still necessary to consider?!

You understand the meaning very well!!

I was crazy about hints!

This is to teach me step by step!!

Isn’t it fragrant if I hold my little hand?!

What's the result?

Xia Jianchuan quickly showed off a piano piece with extremely difficult excerpts, and patted his chest and told himself that as long as he trained hard, he would definitely become stronger.

......

I'm a dancer!

.........

Then what?

Liu Jingjing cooperated very much and applauded Xia Jianchuan. In order to start the next topic, Liu Jingjing took the initiative to ask Xia Jianchuan, "It's so amazing, I want to learn this song too! Can you teach me?"

“…”

But Xia Jianchuan rolled his eyes and curled his lips to himself.

"Forget it, this is not enough to work hard. Li Wenyin's song will directly persuade you to get rid of your physiological treatment. Your fingers are too short..."

“???”

Is this human words?

......

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When Xia Jianchuan heard that the goddess actually asked about her rehearsal situation on her own initiative, she smiled and couldn't help but pat her chest.

"Don't worry! You know your strength best!"

“…”

yes!

I know very well!

How many times have you shown it?

With a gentle smile, Liu Jingjing was wisely not going to continue to talk about this topic.

I am familiar with Brother Chuan’s routine, so I will be sure to install b in the next second.

"Come on, we're in!"

After saying goodbye, several female classmates walked into the auditorium chattering.

Looking at the goddess's back as she was leaving, Xia Jianchuan was full of motivation!

You must hold the goddess's hand today!!

.........

More and more students came to the auditorium.

The party is about to begin.

Although actors can pretend to be on the stage, it is obvious that rewards will require some effort.

Very hungry.

Looking at the staff’s fifteen-dollar work meal, the actors shed tears of heartache.

After all, the most taboo thing about singing and dancing before going on stage is to drink water and eat.

The instrument is actually okay, but if you are in a hurry to go to the toilet, it may play faster and faster.

......

Several large passengers parked outside the auditorium and many students walked out of the car.

GF University students from non-art major campuses walked out of the car and looked at the grass and trees of military art curiously.

The meeting was in an orderly manner, and the leaders gathered together and had a great chat.

It's time to 7:30.

The audience was already full of audiences.

Before the party begins, the leaders read out the items such as safety jumps and the theme of the party as usual.

As the lights dimmed, the curtains opened and the National Day Gala began.

Boom boom boom boom!

Thumb thumb!!

The drum was violently ringing, and the trombone and the trumpet sounded together!

On the stage is a symphony orchestra composed of music students!

The commander is Professor Wang Xuemin.

The passionate symphony kicked off the evening party!!

When the music ended, neat applause suddenly echoed.

That's right, the applause... is very neat!

The sound was heard in unison, the rhythm was smooth, and the rhythm was quiet!

Amid the applause, an old man in military uniform with a solemn expression and majestic aura in the audience asked Professor Wen in a military uniform in surprise.

"Old Wen, why didn't your art school carry the flag?!"

symphony.
To be continued...