A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Li Mushang's acting as an assistant on stage today is actually very risky, he is very aware that his identity may be suspected by some.

The next most important thing is to lead the audience and the guessing group astray in the next episode of "The Masked Singer".

Things were a little difficult, but he already had thoughts in his mind.

It's not that Xinghai Entertainment is very difficult to deal with himself, so they come to Cao Chuan to borrow arrows and make another wave, but they don't know if the other party will accept the move.

Looking back and seeing Chen Jia's smiling face, he felt that no matter how difficult it was, it was worth it.

"Teacher Wuxia~ Really, really, thank you very much."

Chen Jia knew very well that today, on stage, especially in the last chorus, she performed absolutely supernaturally.

This is inseparable from Wuxia's assistant acting. She is grateful for this cool masked man in front of her.

After hearing this, Li Mushang just smiled and nodded, without speaking.

Chen Jia was too familiar with him, even if he changed his voice, the other party would be suspicious if he said too much.

From the rehearsal to the official stage, he basically doesn't talk to him except when necessary.

Chen Jia seemed to have gotten used to this kind of cruelty, Wu Xia didn't answer her thanks, she just shrugged helplessly.

The Lantern Festival Gala was a great success, especially the song "Jiu Er" by Chen Jia and Wu Xia, which had the highest ratings at that time.

This also made the program group and other entertainers have to lament Wuxia's influence.

Backstage Li Mushang was quietly staying in the corner, thinking about when he would slip away.

Wang Tiezhu walked in with a Band-Aid on his face. The current shape of this guy is a bit funny, with at least seven or eight invisible Band-Aids on his face.

Li Mushang's hand was very sinister, the injury was actually not serious, but there were small gashes on his face, just like being cut by a knife.

"You are Wuxia?"

As the leader of the young singers of the art troupe, of course, this title is self-appointed by Wang Tiezhu. He always feels that the singers in the entertainment industry are inferior to him.

Even if the other party was Wu Xia who was in the limelight recently, his tone was still very arrogant, mainly because Chen Jia was not far away and wanted to show off.

Li Mushang frowned, he had already greeted Wang Tiezhu's family eighteen times in his heart, did he have a lingering ghost?

I can find it when I don’t wear a mask, and I can still find it when I wear a mask. It’s endless, right?
He didn't want to talk to him at all, and with Wang Tiezhu's bad tone, Li Mushang snorted coldly and turned his head sideways.

Wang Tiezhu became angry in an instant. He imagined that the other party should be very enthusiastic. He got up and introduced himself and gave a few compliments in an instant to let himself take care of it.

Now he is ignoring himself at all, which makes his outstretched hand in the air very awkward.

"I'm Wang Tiezhu from the Cultural Workers' Troupe of the General Political Department. I know you're very talented, but we don't have any grievances, don't we need to act like this?"

Li Mushang stared at Wang Tiezhu like an idiot. Under the exposure of the media this afternoon, the whole of China knew that Wuxia was invited by Li Mushang, but Wang Tiezhu didn't seem to know.

In fact, Wang Tiezhu really didn't know that the Wuxia in front of him had something to do with Li Mushang. He had been in the hospital since he was beaten by Li Mushang.

Today, I went back to the national TV station to participate in the evening performance non-stop, and I didn't have time to watch the news during the whole process.

Li Mushang lowered his voice, his voice was a little cold and deep: "I was invited by Li Mushang to assist Chen Jia in acting, are you Sabi?"

Wang Tiezhu froze on the spot, these words kept echoing in his mind, and when he came back to his senses, there was Wuxia.

He also understood why the other party had the expression just now, his face was flushed with anger, and in the end he couldn't hold back and ran to the corridor entrance and pointed at the sky and shouted.

"Li Mushang~~Wu Xia~ I'm so fucking dead to you!"

After the performance, Li Mushang quietly left the studio building. The driver, Brother Liu, was already waiting, and there was a Yanjing souvenir bought for his daughter in the trunk.

When he saw Li Mushang approaching, a smile appeared on his face: "I watched your performance just now on my mobile phone."

"I didn't expect you to know suona, it's simply too good."

"It's a pity that you didn't sing, it's not enjoyable."

Brother Liu is a warm-hearted person, and Li Mushang did not pretend to be cold in front of him.

"I'm just doing a friend's favor to make a green leaf. If I take the place out of the way, how careless should I be?"

"Do you think that's the reason?"

Brother Liu gave a thumbs up: "It's really worth it to have a friend like you in your life."

"Where do we go now?"

Li Mushang pointed to the road address next to his own community on the navigation.

"You can go to Erxian Bridge on Chenghua Avenue and stop at the edge of the front intersection."

"I see that you have bought a lot of local products. Your daughter will be very happy then."

Brother Liu laughed loudly: "The main reason is that this car is not good. It can't be pulled too much. It can only be pulled a little. Otherwise, I will definitely buy more."

During the conversation, the vehicle drove out of the National TV station building. It was very cold in Yanjing in winter, and there were a lot of reporters standing on the side of the road.

They were wrapped in thick cotton clothes, but they were still pacing back and forth, shivering.

If you want to be comfortable in the entertainment industry in the future, you must establish a good relationship with this group of people, and the plan must be implemented by the reporters, so he motioned for Brother Liu to stop the car.

With the car window rolled down, he poked his head out, and returned to a low voice: "Are you guys still busy?"

The reporters were waiting for the star to come out in every possible way, but who knew that they squatted down to Wuxia, and even stopped the car on their own initiative.

Everyone's eyes lit up, the camera was turned on instantly, and they ran over carrying it.

A middle-aged reporter shrugged his shoulders: "This is the way we are in this business. If there is no news, we can't do the work. Teacher Wuxia's performance is over?"

Li Mushang nodded: "The performance just finished, I don't like places with many people, so I left first."

"It's so cold, why don't you just interview me for a while, then call it a day and go back early?"

It was the first time for the reporters to meet such a caring star, and they were so moved that they almost cried.

"If you can't wish for it, then please get out of the car first, and we can do a simple interview."

The car door opened, and Li Mushang motioned for Brother Liu to wait for him at the intersection ahead, and he went over after accepting the interview.

The party is coming to an end, but the entertainers are still waiting for their final collective appearance, and there is only Li Mushang at the exit.

He became the focus of the cameras of the reporters, and he couldn't hold the microphone in both hands, so he had to ask the reporters around him to help him.

"Hi everyone, I am Wuxia!"

The simple introduction is also very suitable. His character design in Masked Singer is the type of person who doesn't talk too much.

"Teacher Wuxia, how do you feel about participating in the Lantern Festival?"