Master, don't stop me from being an idol

After Group B's performance, they were well received by the audience. Wen Boyu said to them who left the stage: "It's very touching music."

Xu Tuyuan was very relaxed after the performance, smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment, your group should also work hard."

Next up is Group D.

Wen Boyu watched Bai Xingyan and others pass by him and walked onto the stage.

Hao Hu shook his head, and said in a joking tone: "They seem to be stepping on ants on the soles of their feet, and there is almost a madness on their faces."

Shen Tianlei was amused by his description, nodded and said: "How do you sing if you are not crazy? The momentum is the first."

Seeing that they were quite relaxed, Wen Boyu asked, "Did you choose this song because you thought about the program of Group D in advance?"

With a toothpick in his mouth, Xu Tuyuan sat on the backstage box and said, "That's right, stop with silence. If there is no advantage in confronting them head-on, there will always be audiences who like our style."

"Hey, take it easy, you are following the route of an elegant prince, why are you crossing your legs?" Hao Hu reminded him.

Xu Tuyuan waved his hand indifferently: "I'm enduring the pain of smoking addiction, don't worry, it's not a live broadcast, I will know what to broadcast and what not to broadcast later, this is a program produced by our company."

Seeing this, Hao Hu didn't say anything else. He looked at Wen Baiyu at the side, and asked curiously, "Why don't you make preparations?"

Wen Boyu was puzzled: "Didn't the program team say that they can't prepare in advance?"

As soon as he said this, the three of them opened their eyes wide, as if looking at a rare animal.

Everyone knows that the program team said this to the audience, so that the audience can have a higher evaluation and favor of the artists performing, but they must secretly rehearse to prevent accidents.

Unexpectedly, Wen Baiyu was an honest person.

Xu Tuyuan has completely changed his view on him: "You still have time to prepare, there are two sets of performances."

Wen Boyu really felt that there was no need to prepare anything, as long as he was not allowed to sing, it would be fine: "No need."

Seeing what he said, the others didn't say anything, anyway, they were still in a competitive relationship.

The performance with Bai Xingyan as the C lead singer received enthusiastic cheers from the audience. Driven by them, most of the audience stood up and followed the performance, as if it had become a large disco dance hall.

Wen Boyu felt the energy bursting out of their hearts, they really love this stage.

This was a look he couldn't understand, but was a little envious.

Looking back on the past, his goal was only to complete the mission of the master, manage the affairs of the sect well, and become an existence praised by everyone.

But is he happy that way?Wen Baiyu couldn't recall how he felt at that time.

Bai Xingyan and the others walked off the stage, sweat dripped from the ends of his hair as he walked, seeing Wen Baiyu looking at him, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "How?"

Wen Boyu knew what he was asking, and smiled: "Very good."

Bai Xingyan got a satisfactory answer. He took the towel from the staff and covered his head, only his lips were raised: "Then don't be scared by me to perform abnormally."

Wen Baiyu said with a calm expression, "Stay tuned."

Hao Hu looked like he was eating melons, and he felt a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

Group C's Zhuang Xingzhou, Ziran, and Mi Zheng took the route of "Sunshine Little Milk Dog", singing and dancing together, but because the audience hadn't slowed down because of Bai Xingyan's performance, their applause was obviously weaker .

Ziran seemed unaware of this when he stepped off the stage, and greeted Wen Baiyu, "Big brother is looking forward to your performance. Will you also perform sword dancing this time? I want to see it."

Wen Boyu had already changed into his iconic Tsing Yi when they sang, and the sword he used was a prop prepared by the program group.

Everyone else came backstage to see what they had planned.

The Guqin, electric guitar and drum set were carried up, the stage darkened, and the audience gradually became quiet.

"One person, one sword, one Jianghu, this is the path he walked."

As soon as the words were finished, under a beam of light, everyone saw Wen Baiyu standing in the center of the stage, wearing gray clothes and gray eyes.

Bai Xingyan raised his eyebrows in the background: "Is the narrator Mo Zhaojin?"

Shi Xinzhi nodded: "Yes, it seems that they are going to try a stage performance."

"Boom—" the drum set rang.

"The strong in the rivers and lakes are respected. He uses the sword in his hand to tell the righteousness of persistence!"

Wen Baiyu's Gujing Wubo's eyes suddenly changed, he swung his sword, and his sharp eyes pierced in the direction pointed by the sword light.

"This is basically a performance without real objects, and the facial expressions are well controlled." Xu Tuyuan didn't expect that Wen Boyu had good swordsmanship and good acting skills. Those articles that said he trampled people might be deliberately trying to discredit him.

"Chop, chop, chop!" Mo Zhaojin's voice became more and more intense, he played the electric guitar, and Lu Yu beat the drums in harmony with his rhythm.

Wen Baiyu's sense of substitution was too strong. At this moment, he seemed to be standing in Moxiu's lair, seeing blood from the knife, and the feeling of cutting through the flesh made him unable to stop.

The evil spirits are not eliminated, and the world is restless.

He seemed to be red-eyed, and the speed of swinging the sword in his hand was getting faster and faster, even Lu Yu couldn't keep up with his speed.

Zi Ran was stunned, opened his mouth slightly, and said for a while: "It's so handsome, you look at the sword and it becomes an afterimage."

Kong Ange glanced at the people in the auditorium, shrugged and said, "Sword dancing alone is not enough, but the integration of music and story is invincible."

He had very pessimistic thoughts.

With a sullen face, Bai Xingyan turned and left, he was too lazy to pretend to applaud.

"Finally—there's no one around him."

The electric guitar and drum kit stopped playing at the same time.

Wen Baiyu stopped what he was doing as if he had received a blow to the head, and the camera captured his blank expression.

When the second beam of light came down, a guqin appeared in front of him.

"The young knight has a favorite person. He once promised to spend the rest of his life with him and stay together forever, but in the end the young man chose another path that she could not walk along."

Wen Boyu's hand trembled, and the sword that cut down countless evils fell to the ground, but he walked towards Guqin with unsteady steps as if he didn't see it.

The slender hands are covering the strings, and the sound of the piano is curling under the fingers. The low sound of the strings seems to be telling the love that has gone through vicissitudes and will never be lost.

Lu Yu and Mo Zhaojin became the background panels at this time. This was Wen Baiyu's solo play, and they didn't know what song Wen Baiyu would choose.

Lu Yu couldn't understand Wen Baiyu. At first, the reason was the provocative article, but later he found that reason was not tenable.

Maybe it's not that he can't get used to it, but that he hates himself for not being able to become Wen Baiyu.

Deep down in his heart, he believed that Wen Boyu would not act recklessly and could complete their performance well.

Mo Zhaojin probably thought so too, so she arranged for Wen Baiyu to complete this performance alone without hesitation.

Lu Yu couldn't help being a little more jealous of Mo Zhaojin, because the other party's overall view was better than everyone else's.

But I'm afraid the other party didn't expect that Wen Boyu is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also very professional in piano skills.

Mo Zhaojin's expression was hidden in the shadows, and Lu Yu couldn't see his emotions at this time even when he was beside him.

He seemed to have sensed Lu Yu's gaze, and turned around with a playful look on his face.

Lu Yu's heart skipped a beat for no reason, but Mo Zhaojin turned his face away, and continued to speak in a narration voice: "The world of young knights has just begun..."

"But the boy's dream has awakened."

"Dum—" The string under Wen Baiyu's finger broke, and he suddenly raised his head, at which time the light above his head went out.

After 1 minute, it was turned on again, but Wen Baiyu was no longer in the indifferent green clothes, but a white modern uniform.

He stood there, dazed for a while, looking at the empty hands, and finally said the first and only line in the whole performance.

"My sword... my zither is missing."

No one in the auditorium made a sound, as if he hadn't woken up from the dream like the boy.

It wasn't until all the lights were turned on, and Lu Yu and Mo Zhaojin came to Wen Baiyu's side to bow, that they suddenly understood the deep meaning of this story.

"Papa papa!" Thunderous applause sounded, and almost everyone stood up.

"It's great!"

"I just watched a stage play for free, blood money!"

"Sisters know that I watched the live version and threatened to assassinate me hahahaha!"

Lu Yu and Mo Zhaojin walked down the stage. The latter looked back inadvertently, and found that Wen Baiyu did not come down with them, but went back to find the sword that fell in the shadow and picked it up.

Mo Zhaojin waited for him to come back and asked: "Why did you take the sword back on purpose?" After all, the staff is responsible for the aftermath, and there is generally no need to do these things, and they will not be recorded.

Wen Boyu held up the sword, and said solemnly: "The sword is with the people!"

Mo Zhaojin "..."

The way you hold the sword is so handsome, but the movement of you looking for it in the dark is really embarrassing.

Ziran seemed to have become Wen Baiyu's little fan, leaned over and said excitedly: "Hero Wen, I want to worship you as my teacher!"

Wen Baiyu blushed: "I don't accept apprentices."

Ziran was not disappointed, and continued: "How did you do the non-real performance without rehearsal in advance? You obviously didn't graduate from Beijing Film Academy or Chinese Opera."

Wen Baiyu thought for a while and replied: "Just let nature take its course."

This is his truth, but everyone thinks it is perfunctory.

Only Ziran believed it: "Then Brother Wen, you were born for acting! A talented actor!"

As soon as these words came out, the two people in the same group as Ziran glared at him angrily. Did he really praise his opponent?Superficial praise is fine, there is no end to the output of rainbow farts.

Wen Boyu was thin-skinned and couldn't hold back his fiery eyes and compliments. He really didn't feel that he had done anything great.

"Thanks to Zhao Jin and Lu Yu for this performance, I'm just trying to keep up with them."

Hey, are you starting your acceptance speech?It's crazy!

Ziran was dragged away directly, and the rest of the people cast an angry look at him and left.

Wen Baiyu blinked, then turned around and asked Mo Zhaojin: "Did I say something wrong?"

Mo Zhaojin looked at him deeply, shook his head and said, "You are right, you are just telling the truth."

The kind that can piss people off.

The author has something to say: The first author's confession conference officially begins:

"I was wrong. I shouldn't be confused by my meat floss (cat). I wasted a lot of attention and time on it, which caused the update to freeze. When I entered the play and wrote an article, it jumped on my keyboard and walked catwalks. I was caught. I can't help it, I'm a cat lover, how can I stand such teasing!"

"I promise, I will continue to update it in the future!"