I seem to be a fake mistress

Wen Qi's singing is getting better and better every day. At the age of 16, he can be said to be a stereotyped age, but he can still play tunes. It's just a meal from God.

But Feng Hongfei still couldn't see what everyone was seeing. He attended his class as usual, and praised the children's singing, reciting, playing, and fighting as usual.

Wen Qi was like a transparent person among them.

Wen Qi wasn't angry at all. Without his food, he just finished his soup and left. He went back to the house and continued to practice, hardly even having time to sleep.

"Boss Feng, we can't delay any longer... We must praise someone here."

Professor Lou stood beside Feng Hongfei worriedly.

"Who do you think is suitable?" Feng Hongfei had always avoided this question before, and this was the first time he took the initiative to talk about this question.

"After much deliberation...I think Hua Jifei is very suitable."

Feng Hongfei laughed when he heard the name: "Didn't you say that he was a pity for this skin?"

Lou Jiaoxi shook his head and sighed: "It was true in the past, but now for some reason, it seems to have suddenly opened up, working harder than usual, and singing more decently."

"But compared with Jiao'er, it's still far behind."

No matter what aspect it is, Jiao'er is first-class, and the audience present are all amazed, but the current Wen Qi obviously cannot be compared with Jiao'er.

Teacher Lou's voice gradually faded: "But we... can't delay any longer. Boss is too clever, I'm afraid it will definitely show up if we go."

Feng Hongfei's eyes suddenly became more lonely: "Yes, if... Hua Jifei can solve the problem I gave him, we can let him try."

Professor Lou: "Okay."

If he knew what the problem was, Professor Lou might turn his face on the spot.

Wen Qi was in the room, drank countless bottles of memory drinks, and was pumped by the system's posture training board, before he managed to learn a few plays.

According to Shou's search information, the dramas selected are the simplest dramas with relatively little content to memorize.

But if the hand and brain want to be integrated, it is not easy to remember the content of the previous part as well as the lower part.

Wen Qi panted and sat on the spot: "I'm on a horse and I haven't even seen the hero's face, Bai Huoan, if you don't look good, I'm sorry!"

Shou: "Don't worry, host, Bai Huo'an is very handsome~ he also has a great figure, and once set a record of passing a hundred levels."

Wen Qi:?

"You don't have to be so flattering, just do your own thing, good boy."

Shou regained his indifference and ran away.

The [-]-day deadline is not loose, Wen Qi needs to practice non-stop all the time, and he still mutters words in class, anyway, Feng Hongfei doesn't look at him, so he simply reviews the previous songs by himself.

The senior brother led many fans, secretly tripped Wen Qi, and wet his clean mattress. At night, Wen Qi nestled in the corner of the bed, covered with a cotton cup, which can be described as a tragedy. I have a bad hand.

Feng Hongfei knew about these things, but he had never rectified them once.

The time for acceptance is coming soon, Wen Qi looked at himself in the mirror, there was no flesh on his face, and there was a kind of sick beauty lingering between his brows, he used snails to draw his eyebrows, and painted his lips glossy, Put on the Peking Opera outfit and go to Feng Hongfei's room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw many senior brothers gathered together, all looking directly at Wen Qi.

After a little brainstorming, Wen Qi understood.

He looked at Feng Hongfei standing inside, and snorted coldly: "So Boss Feng wants me to sing a section for everyone?"

Feng Hongfei: "Yes."

"Which part of the 36 scenes I wrote to you do you want me to sing?"

"the drunken beauty."

Wen Qi: "..." This paragraph is the longest and most complicated play he wrote.

But I don't know if it's his own destiny, the suit he's wearing today is the same as Yang Yuhuan's.

stop.

The show is over.

He danced his water sleeves lightly, put his hands on his forehead, his eyes were blurred, and he expressed his reluctance for the king in his eyes. Before he even opened his mouth, he was already fascinated.

When he opened his mouth lightly: "The ice wheel on the island has just turned...see the jade rabbit, and the jade rabbit has risen to the east again..."

With one accent and one tone, one tact and one turn, the audience has already unconsciously praised: "Wow."

Eldest brother clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, how could he never realize that Wen Qi's opera singing is so good?It was really his fault that he hadn't regarded him as an opponent before.

The singing voice of the person in front of me is clear, without any impurities, soft and good, but what is even more brilliant is that his appearance seems to be unconsciously substituting.

After singing a song, Hua Jifei turned around and raised an eyebrow at Feng Hongfei.

There was endless applause, who would have thought that the people applauding him now were the ones who looked down on him before?

Wen Qi was filled with sobs, and at this moment, Feng Hongfei said, "Hua Jifei, offer tea."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Qi immediately understood what it meant, and when he diligently held the tea in his hand, the phrase "Master" came out along with it.

Feng Hongfei didn't correct me: "From now on, you should sing well and don't be playful anymore."

Wen Qi: "Yes, master!"

He originally thought that a pervert like Feng Hongfei would have to let him sing all 36 songs before letting him go. Unexpectedly, he would allow him to be a teacher after singing only one song.

When things go wrong, there must be a demon, Feng Hongfei treats him well, it must be mixed with conspiracy.

In this pear garden, although they are all apprentices of Feng Hongfei on the surface, in fact, the direct disciple is a senior brother, who is the teacher who the guarantor only worshiped after he got a pair of rare calligraphy and paintings.

As soon as Wen Qi joined Feng Hongfei's sect, he became the second senior brother, and the subordinates turned their backs one after another, and spontaneously moved closer to the new forces.

Feng Hongfei sat beside Wen Qi and drank tea.

Wen Qi chuckled: "Master, you put me on the cusp of this storm. If you can't keep me, I don't need to care about our relationship between master and apprentice, right?"

Feng Hongfei's expression froze, how can there be such a person?I just worshiped my master, and now I'm starting to talk about my ugliness. This is really... a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. It seems that he must teach him well so that he will not show his sharpness like this.

"Brothers, don't be polite to me, let's go, let's go out to eat big elbows today."

There was a lot of response, how can there be meat in the pear garden if there is no festival, but now Wen Qi said that he wants to invite everyone to eat meat, even if he is on the side of the elder brother, some people are thinking of leaving.

Eldest brother's face turned green, but Wen Qi didn't seem to notice, he had to go forward and said, "Eldest brother, let's go together, we will be a family from now on."

Standing on the stage, Feng Hongfei looked at the Vientiane below, and couldn't help feeling in his heart that the script should come out soon, and Wen Qi was really the most suitable one.