Chapter 2 He Looks Like a Scumbag

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

While Lin Wanqing was singing, she suddenly heard the accompaniment. She turned her head and looked at him. Her beautiful eyes were shining. The level of guitar playing was already up to par.

The discussion in the audience disappeared, replaced by exclamations.

"The host can also play the guitar?!"

"So handsome, a god saves the scene."

"Oh my god, why didn't I think of going up to save the scene? Maybe the goddess will take a fancy to me!"

"You can also play the guitar?"

"... Listen to the song, listen to the song."

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

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

"Hurry up and see when it can be fixed." Zhang Feng's face was livid. He had carefully planned the graduation party and even broadcast it live, but such a problem occurred.

A staff member went out immediately after hearing this.

"How is the live broadcast room now?" Zhang Feng asked. The attention to graduation parties has been declining year by year in recent years. The live broadcast format is also used 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 and effort.

If he messes up, his efforts will go to waste, and it will be difficult to move up one step.

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

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

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

"300,000."

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

300,000 can no longer be called 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 a problem with the data, right?"

"Dean, look."

The staff handed him the phone, and the screen was full of bullet comments. Zhang Feng glanced at it and said uncertainly: "The host is called Xu Nuo, right?"

"Yes."

"This guy went up to save the situation. Many viewers came to see him?"

"It seems so."

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

Xu Nuo was playing the guitar on the stage. He didn't know the situation outside. He just wanted to deal with this scene quickly.

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

"Hiss, it seems that the two of them are quite a match. The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful."

"There is a sense of CP."

The audience applauded.

The number of bullet comments, which was already high, increased again.

The number of people in the live broadcast room continued to rise.

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

The staff helped him light it with great insight.

"The Dean is awesome. You asked the director to give Xu Nuo more shots, and the live broadcast room became more popular."

Zhang Feng blew out a smoke ring, "Sometimes opportunities are right in front of us, but how many people can seize them? Only opportunities that are seized are opportunities."

"The Dean is wise."

The studio door was pushed open, and the person who went out to check the situation came back, "Dean, it has been repaired. Do you want to continue now?"

Zhang Feng hesitated, "What are the data now?"

"Almost 400,000."

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

"Will this happen again later?"

"I promise it won't. Several people are watching." The man said hurriedly.

"But..."

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

"Just now a contestant said that he was not feeling well and couldn't go on..."

Zhang Feng rolled up his cigarette butt, "When is his show?"

"Around eight o'clock."

"There's still time. I'll go and see."

On the stage, three long minutes passed.

Xu Nuo heaved a sigh of relief. It was a great test of his psychological quality to save the situation temporarily. In just a few minutes, a layer of white sweat broke out on his forehead.

""

In the corner, Li Yingjun, who had just excused himself for not going on stage due to stomachache, looked at Xu Nuo on the stage with envy and turned his head and said, "Xiao Jin, why don't you wait until I finish singing before buying a bag? There's still time."

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

Li Yingjun sighed in his heart and gritted his teeth to keep up with her pace.

He had spent a lot of effort to get the opportunity to perform today. He was really unwilling to give up like this.

But nothing is more important than Zhang Jin. Never mind. Let's wait and see next time.

Glancing at the stage, Li Yingjun left from the side door unwillingly.

When the song ended, the audience applauded.

Young people love to watch the excitement. Compared with a mediocre performance, making something exciting will make everyone more excited.

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 little problem with the accompaniment just now, which caused some minor flaws in the performance just now. But Senior Sister Lin Wanqing brought us a different feeling with her wonderful performance."

"Youth is always full of regrets. Everyone has regrets, but we still have to face it bravely and show the best of ourselves."

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

Xu Nuo retreated to the backstage and met Zhang Feng.

"Xiao Xu, you did well just now." Zhang Feng patted his shoulder.

"It's all because of the Dean's good teaching." Xu Nuo said modestly,

Flattery never wears out.

Zhang Feng also taught classes, so he could barely be considered as someone he had taught.

"Well, do a good job." Zhang Feng nodded with satisfaction, "By the way, that program of someone..."

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

"Yes, cancel that Li Yingjun program and replace it with another one."

"Dean, I just asked, no one dared to go on." The staff member said in embarrassment.

Zhang Feng snorted, "Aren't they usually trying their best to show themselves like peacocks? Now with such a good opportunity, why didn't anyone go on?"

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

"..."

Seeing that there was nothing for him to do, Xu Nuo went to take a look at the accompaniment and sat aside to rest.

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

"Ah? Yes, I have practiced it." Xu Nuo thought to himself, what's the use of practicing? The system sent a big gift package.

Lin Wanqing nodded and said nothing more. If I saw it right, it was this guy who said at noon that he didn't know how good his sister was when he was young. Looking at his appearance, he is probably a scumbag and must have harmed many young girls.

Zhang Feng was still lobbying the students who participated in the performance to perform more programs, but everyone shook their heads.

Their programs were prepared for more than half a month in advance, and every detail was polished countless times. Suddenly, if a new program was to be added, no one was sure.

If there was no live broadcast, it would be fine. If it was ruined, it would be ruined. Now it's live broadcast, if it's messed up, it will ruin your own signboard.

I hit hard in the recorded broadcast, and I was submissive in the live broadcast.

Zhang Feng had a headache. He didn't expect that he had gone against the crowd and suffered a Waterloo before he had time to show his skills in his first live broadcast of the evening party.

"Dean, the popularity of the live broadcast room has declined. Now it's less than 200,000." The person next to him whispered.

"..."

When it rains, it pours. Zhang Feng sighed.

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