Help the Queen of Heaven to save the situation, she lusts after my body

Without time to think too much, Xu Nuo picked up a guitar and tried the tune. He quickly returned to the stage, stood on the other side, raised his hand to pick out the syllables, and the guitar melody poured out from the speakers.

While Lin Wanqing was singing, she suddenly heard the accompaniment playing. She turned her head and glanced at him, her beautiful eyes were filled with sparkles. Her guitar skills were good enough to enter a house.

The discussion in the audience disappeared and was replaced by exclamations.

"The host can also play guitar?!"

"Handsome, the gods come to the rescue."

"I'll go, why didn't I think of going up to the rescue? Maybe I'll be spotted by the goddess!"

"You also play guitar?"

"...Listen to the songs and listen to the songs."

In the studio, Zhang Feng, the dean of the School of Art, was furious, "Have you found out what happened just now?"

"Leader, the accompaniment just broke down, and Xiao Wang is fixing it."

"Hurry up and see when it can be repaired." Zhang Feng's face turned pale. He had carefully planned the graduation party and even broadcast it live, but something like this went wrong.

A staff member went out immediately after hearing this.

"How is the live broadcast room now?" Zhang Feng asked. In recent years, the attention of the graduation party has been declining year by year. He adopted the live broadcast format in the hope of expanding the school's popularity. In order to get the school to agree to the live broadcast, he spent a lot of time. .

If he screws up, all his hard work will be in vain, and taking another step forward will be as difficult as reaching the sky.

As a person who wants to make progress, this is worse than killing him.

"Dean, the number of people online in the live broadcast room has reached 300,000!"

"How much?!" Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment and reached out to pick his ears, thinking that he heard wrongly.

"300000."

A live broadcast of a graduation party is considered a success if the number of viewers reaches 100,000. Even if Lin Wanqing is invited, it will only reach 200,000 at most.

300,000 can no longer be said to be a success, it is simply a hit, and there was a live broadcast accident just now.

Zhang Feng said in disbelief: "There won't be any problems with the data, right?"

"Dean, look."

The staff handed him the phone, and the screen was full of barrage scrolling. Zhang Feng glanced at it a few times and said with some uncertainty: "The host is called Xu Nuo, right?"

"right."

"This kid went to the rescue. There are many spectators who came to see him?"

"It seems so."

Zhang Feng rubbed his chin and made a decisive decision, "This is a good stunt. Let the director give him more shots!"

Xu Nuo was playing the guitar hard on the stage. He didn't know anything about the outside world and just wanted to deal with the situation quickly.

The big screen was divided into two halves, with Xu Nuo's tall figure appearing on the left and Lin Wanqing appearing on the right.

"Hey, it looks like they match each other quite well. The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful."

"It feels like CP."

The audience applauded.

The already large number of barrages has increased again.

The number of people in the live broadcast room is still rising.

Zhang Feng, who had been staring at the backstage, fumbled and took out a cigarette.

The staff ordered it for him very discerningly.

"Dean is so powerful. If you ask the director to give me more shots, the live broadcast room will become more popular."

Zhang Feng blew out a smoke ring and said, "Sometimes opportunities are right in front of you, but how many people can seize them? Only opportunities that are grasped are called opportunities."

"The dean is wise."

The studio door opened, and the person who went out to see the situation came back, "Dean, it's been fixed, do you want to continue it now?"

Zhang Feng hesitated for a moment, "How is the data now?"

"Almost 400,000."

"No, let them sing like this first." Zhang Feng made a decisive decision.

"Will this happen again soon?"

"I promise not. Several people are watching." The man said quickly.

"but……"

"Just say what you have to say, why are you hesitating?" Zhang Feng said impatiently.

"Just now a player said that he was not feeling well and could not play..."

Zhang Feng crushed the cigarette butt and asked, "When is his show?"

"Around eight o'clock."

"There's still time, I'll go take a look."

On the stage, three long minutes passed.

Xunuo breathed a sigh of relief. The temporary rescue was too much of a psychological test. In just a few minutes, a layer of white sweat appeared on his forehead.

""

In the corner, Li Yingjun, who had just excused himself from the show because of a stomachache, looked at Xu Nuo on the stage with envy on his face. He turned around and said, "Xiao Jin, why don't you wait until I finish singing before going to buy a bag? You have enough time."

"Oh, go ahead. I have to go buy it now. I'll be off work soon." Zhang Jin glanced at him and turned away.

Li Yingjun sighed inwardly, gritted his teeth and followed her pace.

He had gone to great lengths to get this opportunity to perform today. He was really unwilling to give up like this.

But nothing is more important than Zhang Jin, that’s all, let’s see next time.

Glancing at the stage, Li Yingjun reluctantly left through the side door.

When the song ended, the audience burst into applause.

Young people love to watch the excitement. Compared with mediocre performances, doing something interesting will actually make everyone more interested.

Xu Nuo hung the guitar on his shoulder, took off the microphone and walked to the center of the stage. He looked at Lin Wanqing and nodded slightly.

"I'm very sorry. There was a slight malfunction in the accompaniment just now, which caused some minor flaws in the performance just now. But senior Lin Wanqing gave us a different feeling with her wonderful performance."

"Youth is always full of regrets, and everyone has their own difficulties, but we still have to face it bravely and show our best selves."

"Now, please enjoy the dance "Go Forward Bravely"."

Xu Nuo retreated to the backstage and met Zhang Feng head-on.

"Xiao Xu, you performed well just now." Zhang Feng patted him on the shoulder.

"It's all the dean who taught me well." Xu Nuo said modestly,

Even if you wear it a thousand times, you will never wear it.

Zhang Feng also taught classes, so he could barely be considered as being taught by him.

"Well, do a good job." Zhang Feng nodded with satisfaction, "By the way, whose show is that..."

"Li Yingjun." The person next to him reminded.

"Yes, cancel that Li Yingjun show and put on another one."

"Dean, I just asked again and no one dared to come up." The staff was embarrassed.

Zhang Feng snorted, "Don't we usually work hard to express ourselves like peacocks? Why is no one taking advantage of such a good opportunity now?"

"Dean, today is a live broadcast..."

"..."

Seeing that nothing happened to him, Xu Nuo took a look at the accompaniment and sat aside to rest.

Lin Wanqing glanced at him indifferently, "You play the guitar very well, have you learned it before?"

"Ah? Yes, I have practiced before." Xu Nuo thought to himself that I have practiced so much that the system gave me a big gift package.

Lin Wanqing nodded and said nothing. If I read it correctly, this is the guy who said at noon that he was young and didn't know how good his sister was. Judging from his appearance, he was probably a scumbag, and he must have done a lot of harm to the little girl.

Zhang Feng was still lobbying the students participating in the performance to perform more shows, but everyone shook their heads.

Their programs are prepared for more than half a month in advance, and every detail has been polished countless times. Suddenly a new program is added, and no one is sure.

If there is no live broadcast, forget it. If you screw up, you will screw up. Now it is broadcast live. If you screw up, you will smash your own sign.

I hit hard during the recording, but I was submissive during the live broadcast.

Zhang Feng had a headache. He didn't expect that he had to go against all the opinions and live broadcast the party for the first time, but he encountered Waterloo before he had time to show off his skills.

"Dean, the popularity of the live broadcast room has dropped. It is now less than 200,000." The person next to him whispered.

"..."

The house leaked and it rained all night, so Zhang Feng sighed.

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