Master, don't stop me from being an idol

The end result of a drinking binge is that when the director's team wakes them up early in the morning, except for Wen Baiyu who is not drunk, everyone else either has a headache or looks a little dull.

As for the complexion is blessed with cosmetics and post-beauty filters, all of them have stabilized their appearance.

They gathered at the door downstairs of the dormitory and stood in a row, forming a beautiful landscape.

The host glanced at them, and said with a smile: "Everyone, after the fun last night, it seems that there are still people who haven't recovered."

Everyone heard the rumor that you look at me and you look at you, and finally found the most conspicuous one - Ziran with half-closed eyes, who was drunk to death last night and was carried back to the room by Wen Baiyu.

Standing next to him, Zhuang Xingzhou couldn't see him continuing to be ashamed, so he stomped on his foot secretly.

"Ah!" Ziran's eyes widened suddenly, and just about to ask who stepped on him, Zhuang Xingzhou quickly put his hands on his face and said, "Be sober."

Ziran: "Oh."

Everyone couldn't help laughing out loud.

The host also found it funny, these people in front of them hadn't formally stepped into the entertainment circle, their minds were still pure, and their preferences were all displayed on their faces.

After the funny session, the host got back to business: "Today you have a new challenge, please listen to my next introduction."

"We have set up a stage in the square, and each of your groups will perform at eight o'clock in the evening, but..." The host paused meaningfully, "The program group will not provide you with the accompaniment you need for the performance."

Bai Xingyan clasped his hands and smiled confidently: "It doesn't matter, I'm just the accompaniment machine for walking."

The host said: "Your individual ability is beyond doubt, but this is a group performance."

Bai Xingyan's face darkened upon hearing this.

Mo Zhaojin noticed the hidden doubts in the host's words, and he asked: "Then what do we need to do to get the music accompaniment?"

The host looked at him appreciatively and said: "From now until the time of the performance, each of you can't use your own funds, you need to rely on your own ability to earn money to buy musical instruments."

It turned out that the pit was dug here, and everyone quickly began to think about the program they wanted to perform and the instruments they needed.

"Then I look forward to your performance tonight." The host left after speaking.

The four groups that were standing in a row suddenly kept their distance.

Mo Zhaojin was the first to ask, "What are your thoughts on tonight's performance?"

Wen Boyu remained silent, but Lu Yu said, "Dancing and singing are fine, but that guy Bai Xingyan can sing well, and his ordinary performance will be inferior."

Without turning his head, Lu Yu, who returned to the game, was very normal in every word and deed.

Mo Zhaojin nodded: "In terms of characteristics, we will not lose to Bai Xingyan's group. I propose to perform a stage play."

"Stage play?" Lu Yu thought about it for a while, "What kind of script should I choose?"

Mo Zhaojin patted Wen Baiyu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "We have Baiyu, so we naturally want to try ancient dramas with bold swords and violin hearts, and chivalrous and tender feelings."

Lu Yu thought to himself that Wen Baiyu, who was good at martial arts, would have stolen the limelight. He said unwillingly, "Then you have to prepare some instruments like flute, flute and guqin. I only know how to play guitar and piano."

At this time Wen Baiyu said, "I will."

Mo Zhaojin and Lu Yu looked at him at the same time.

Wen Boyu knew that tonight was a group performance, and worried that he would drag the two of them down. He said: "If you need to play pipa, erhu, chime bells, Xiao, flute, se, qin, xun, sheng, and drums, I can do it."

Lu Yu looked at him like a monster.

Mo Zhaojin was also a little shocked: "Are you proficient in everything?"

"It's not proficient, but it's okay to play." This is when Wen Baiyu went to experience the world, and he made a friend who likes musical instruments, and he also learned some under the influence of the other party.

Damn I don't believe it!You are so awesome, why did you come to compete with us for jobs!ah! ! !Lu Yu roared like a groundhog in his heart, but considering that there was a camera nearby, he had no choice but to hold back, resulting in a very weird facial expression.

Mo Zhaojin was more open-minded than him. The more powerful Wen Baiyu is now, the more they can maintain the lead in overall votes.

"You don't need so many musical instruments. Guqin is enough. We can also prepare drums and electric guitars and add some rock elements." Mo Zhaojin looked at Wen Baiyu, who had long hair and gray eyes. Even in daily clothes, it still has the charm of the ancients. Just looking at him has an infinite source of inspiration for the script.

He couldn't help thinking that he could try to become a screenwriter in the future.

After roughly finalizing the performance program and the required instruments, they split up. After all, making money is also an important part of demonstrating their abilities. Teamwork is left to the evening, and they still have to rely on the audience to vote individually.

Separated from the action, Wen Boyu walked on the street, thinking about how to make money.

Busking?He shook his head thinking that when he first arrived in another world, there was nothing to gain from performing in public.

It was the original cameraman who followed Wen Baiyu to take pictures. He saw Wen Baiyu walking slowly like a grandfather, and felt anxious for him.

Wen Boyu stopped when passing by a musical instrument store, thinking he could just inquire about the price of the musical instrument.

When he walked in, the boss saw the camera behind him and knew it was a TV program group, and enthusiastically stepped forward and asked, "Welcome, pretty boy, what instrument do you want?"

Wen Boyu was not lost in the title of the boss, Liangzi, he smiled slightly and said: "I need Guqin."

The boss smiled wrinkled his face: "This way, please."

This piano shop is very large, and some employees recommended musical instruments for customers. The boss only came here when he saw a camera.

When we came to the Guqin area, the boss pointed to the Qin in front of us and said, "This is the Muyi Guqin—Luoxia Style, Lesheng Strings, Fir Wood Top, Catalpa Wood Floor, and Natural Lacquer for the finish."

"Don't worry about the quality. Every guqin in our store uses the best materials from material selection to molding, which perfectly preserves the natural quality and tone of the wood." The boss tried hard to recommend and introduce in order to increase popularity.

"If you don't like this one, there are other violins."

Wen Boyu shook his head and said, "This one is very good, boss. How much is the price?"

"It's not expensive, 7880 yuan." The boss thought that Wen Baiyu was a celebrity, so this small amount of money was naturally affordable.

But he never expected that Wen Baiyu would show a regretful expression the next second and say, "I can't afford it."

Wen Boyu thought that he would never be able to earn so much money to buy musical instruments in just half a day.

The boss's face was stiff, and he didn't want to make a joke seeing Wen Baiyu's appearance, so he could only say: "Then... what is your budget for buying a piano?"

Wen Baiyu thought for a while and said, "About a few hundred yuan."

Hundreds of dollars are you kidding me? ? ?That's the price of the practice piano!The boss didn't expect to welcome the poor ghost instead of the God of Wealth.

But it is rare to have a free publicity opportunity. I really want to sell the other party a practice violin. Thanks to that, the boss gritted his teeth and said: "The tone of the practice violin is average. I still recommend you to use this violin. If you think the price is expensive, you can consider it." Rent according to the number of days, for example, only 300 yuan for a week."

Wen Baiyu's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he could still borrow it, and he said, "Thank you, I'll go make money right now."

After speaking, he walked out of the piano shop.

The boss was stunned: making money? ? ? 300 yuan still have to earn now? ? ?What a stingy program group.

With a certain amount of money to make, Wen Baiyu suddenly felt motivated, just like when he was going to kill Moxiu back then.

When passing by cake shops and coffee shops, the cameraman wanted to remind Wen Baiyu to try it. After all, with his looks, he could attract many customers to the shop by working part-time. The shop owner would not reject such a cash cow. Blocks are available.

But the task needs to be discovered by the players themselves, and he can only wait for Wen Baiyu to discover the way to make money by himself.

However, when he stood at the entrance of the vegetable market, he was horrified to find that Wen Baiyu was running towards a road that was completely unsuitable for beauty.

Wen Baiyu walked to a fish stall and asked the boss: "Hello, do you need a fish killer? My knife skills are very good."

The stall owner who sold the fish looked at Wen Baiyu, and said in an accent: "Son, why do you want to kill fish?"

Wen Baiyu smiled and replied: "Uncle, I came here to make money."

The stall owner rejected Wen Boyu: "This is a small business, I don't hire anyone, I kill myself."

On the contrary, the aunt who sells fish next door saw Wen Baiyu's handsome looks and noticed the camera behind him, so she invited him and said, "Son, I happen to have a bad wrist today. Come and help me kill the fish. It costs 100 yuan a day." how?"

Wen Baiyu walked over to look at the fish on the stall, and said, "If all the fish can be sold out today, can you pay me an extra 200 yuan?"

The aunt didn't think it could be sold out at all, so she agreed straight away: "Of course."

The cameraman found a location where Wen Baiyu could be clearly photographed, and his face was full of ashes.

He could even imagine other photographers following artists on street performances, or taking beautiful shots in quiet stores.

Wen Boyu skillfully patted the dead fish with a kitchen knife, removed the scales and liver, and then quickly cut into pieces on the chopping board.

"Dangdangdangdang-"

He looks good, cuts quickly and neatly, and has a camera, which attracts many people to watch, and they buy the fish when they see it is fresh.

The stall owner's aunt is very happy. If things go on like this, today's business will be very good.

"Ring, ring, ring!" Wen Baiyu's bell rang at this moment, and he had no time to shoot, so he asked the cameraman, "Please help me catch it."

The toolman cameraman helped take out Wen Baiyu's phone, and it was a video invitation from a WeChat discussion group.

This was established by Mo Zhaojin just now. There are only three of them in the group for the convenience of contact.

The videographer accepted the video invitation for Wen Baiyu, and then pointed the camera at Wen Baiyu.

The faces of Mo Zhaojin and Lu Yu appeared in two windows respectively. The former was by the fountain in the park, and the latter was under a tree.

They all thought of a way to make money, and they specially opened the video to see the situation on the one hand, and on the other hand, they also wanted to see how the other party did it.

Before Wen Baiyu accepted the video, Mo Zhaojin and Lu Yu had already had a confrontation, and neither of them revealed how they made money.

When Wen Baiyu's video window appeared, they saw that what came into view was the picture of Wen Baiyu cutting the fish on the chopping board.

Lu Yu's eyes straightened: "What is he doing???"

Mo Zhaojin's voice was much more difficult and trembling: "If you and I are not blind, then he should be killing fish in the vegetable market..."

Lu Yu: "..."

The author has something to say: Thank you Landmine whose disease name is Love!