My wife is on the show, I can't hide it anymore

Just when "Hello, Come In" entered the interview stage, Zheng Yan also learned the current location of his students from the employer.

The employer asked Zheng Yan to see what her son was doing because he was worried that her son was fooling around outside.

As a tutor, Zheng Yan has every reason to refuse this unreasonable request.

But Zheng Yan finally readily agreed.

Because the employer is not only his current boss, but also his mother's sister from the same village as his aunt.
Fortunately, the student's location was in a park around the community. Zheng Yan arrived at the destination within less than 10 minutes of walking.

At this time, the park was extremely lively, and a small stage was temporarily set up in the wide open space, and a student was crying and howling on the stage.

All around the stage are boys and girls aged seventeen or eighteen, full of youthful atmosphere.

Zheng Yan even saw someone broadcasting live with professional live broadcast equipment.

"Wang Yang is still really rich, a small game actually invited Hao Ge, a million-level Douyin blogger, to live broadcast!!"

"Is it worth spending so much money just to compete for the false name of who is the strongest band in Changhai No. [-] Middle School?"

"You know what a fart. Going out is fighting for face. Brother Yang is not short of money, so naturally he wants to make a good fortune."

"Wang Zhipeng's Feiyang band has always been ranked first in the school. This time Wang Yang has such a big battle, it seems that the number one is about to change hands."

As he approached the stage, Zheng Yan could hear the chattering discussions of the students around him, all of whom were very optimistic about the student named Wang Yang in their tone.

And from the mouths of these students, Zheng Yan finally confirmed that the target he was looking for was here. He patted the little sister next to him who was talking with his classmates, and asked:
"Student, do you know where Wang Zhipeng is now?"

"Huh? He's behind the stage on the left."

The female classmate turned her head in doubt, and the moment she saw Zheng Yan, her face flushed, and she stammered to point Zheng Yan in the direction.

"Thank you!"

Zheng Yan thanked him with a smile, ignored the female classmate's reluctant eyes, and strode towards the back of the stage.

At this time, the back of the stage was divided into two parties, and the group on the right was full of energy and looked confident.

The three high school students on the left were very depressed, as if they had lost a cock fight.

"You are Wang Zhipeng, right? I am your pianist teacher. Your mother asked me to take you back just now. How long will it take for you to do things here?"

Zheng Yan had seen Wang Zhipeng's photo, and at a glance he was sure that among the three, the handsome young man with a gloomy face was Wang Zhipeng, and he immediately stepped forward to say hello.

"I still have to compete now, let's talk about it after I finish the game."

Wang Zhipeng raised his head, and seeing Zheng Yan's handsome face, he quickly remembered that he was going to learn the piano in order to please the goddess.

But now he is not in the mood to go home and learn the piano, so he waved his hand weakly to Zheng Yan.

But in the next second, Wang Zhipeng seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked at Zheng Yan with bright eyes.

"Cousin, how is your guitar skill?"

"Well, it's ok"

When Zheng Yan heard Wang Zhipeng address him, he knew that Wang Zhipeng must have something to ask, so he gave an answer ambiguously.

"Cousin, the guitarist of our band is sick today and can't come to the venue, why don't you come and replace him?"

"Don't worry, even if we lose this time, it won't be your fault!"

"Cousin, just help me. Even if I lose, I will lose in the game, not because of abstention."

Before Zheng Yan could speak, Wang Zhipeng continued to plead earnestly, his eyes were unusually firm.

When the other two students heard Wang Zhipeng's words, they also looked at Zheng Yan expectantly, hoping that Zheng Yan would agree.

"Okay, I promise you, but I can't guarantee that I can play it well."

Zheng Yan was still soft-hearted after all, couldn't resist a few pairs of pleading eyes, and reluctantly agreed.

"Thank you cousin!!"

Wang Zhipeng and the two students next to him cheered together, and the gloomy atmosphere was instantly swept away.

Next, under the introduction of Wang Zhipeng, Zheng Yan also met two classmates next to him.

The young man with oblique bangs as thin as a bamboo pole is the bass player of the band, Zhugan.

The honest young man with dark skin and solid body is the drummer of the band, Tudou.

After the introduction, Wang Zhipeng quickly handed Zheng Yan the sheet music of the song "After the Fall" they were going to sing today, not daring to say a word out loud.

It wasn't long before Wang Zhipeng couldn't help showing a hint of worry on his face.

Now the competition is about to start, and to get familiar with a song in such a short period of time, I am afraid that only those guitar masters can do it.

But Zheng Yan is a piano teacher, not a guitar teacher. Wang Zhipeng himself feels that it is a bit difficult for Zheng Yan to demand the level of a professional guitarist.

Wang Zhipeng's nervousness did not affect Zheng Yan.

Zheng Yan's expression was very calm from beginning to end. After reading the score calmly, he threw the score aside.

Then, under the staring eyes of Wang Zhipeng and the others, they played skillfully, as if they had practiced thousands of times.

"Cousin, you are too awesome. You can play it so well after only reading the score once!"

"I feel that Brother Yan is better than those professional teachers in my training class."

"With Brother Yan here this time, we really don't necessarily lose."

After Zheng Yan finished playing, Wang Zhipeng and Bamboo Potato were still staring like copper bells.

A few seconds later, the three jumped up excitedly, exclaiming again and again, and looked at Zheng Yan with eyes full of admiration.

"Why are you making such a fuss? Isn't it because you just found someone who can play the guitar?

The band is not a soloist. No matter how powerful the guitar is, it cannot integrate the team, and it is just noise.

Wang Zhipeng, none of your guitarists came today, so I advise you to obediently give up this competition and forget about it. "

"By the way, there is another way. If you beg me sincerely, I can also decide to postpone this match."

When Wang Zhipeng and the others were cheering, a cut-cut boy with a sullen complexion came across, and poured cold water on the excited people with a teasing tone.

It's just that when this man looked at Zheng Yan's handsome and tall figure, there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

"Wang Yang, it's not certain who will win this time, don't be arrogant!"

Wang Zhipeng also felt that what Wang Yang said made sense, but he still replied with a strong attitude.

As for abstention and begging for mercy, it is even more impossible.

Today's competition is about the honor of the band, how could he bow his head to his opponent!
"Just keep your mouth shut, and when the results come out, you'll know how to cry."

Wang Yang sneered disdainfully, and did not continue to entangle with Wang Zhipeng.

Before leaving, he gave Zheng Yan a sneering look, and started walking towards the stage with his friends behind him.

The game is about to start and they are the first to perform.