Taking the stage for the school girl Tianhou, I am on fire

Chapter 59

Meng Chen: [Dean Wu, I would like to borrow the piano in the art teaching building to practice singing. Do you have the contact information of the teachers of the Chinese Opera Academy?I would like to apply for the use of the piano. 】

Three seconds after sending the message, Dean Wu replied.

Wu Shan: 【Come to my office. 】

When Meng Chen saw the news, he knew that there was something wrong in his heart.

He immediately packed up his things, walked out of the dormitory, and walked to Wu Shan's office.

Not long after, Meng Chen appeared at the door of Wu Shan's office.

"Boom boom boom!"

Wu Shan was on the phone at this time, and when he saw Meng Chen standing at the door of the office, he quickly beckoned him to come in.

Meng Chen didn't speak either. After entering the office, he stood aside and waited.

After Wu Shan saw this, he said to the person on the phone: "Okay, don't talk about it, just show it to me tomorrow. I have a student here, so hang up."

After Wu Shan hung up the phone, he immediately said happily: "Meng Chen, come here, come and sit."

Meng Chen said, "Hello, Dean Wu, I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

"Where is it?"

When Wu Shan saw Meng Chen, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "You, I've released a few songs recently, and I've listened to them all, they're really good!"

"I remember that our school also produced a female singer, what's her name?" Wu Shan recalled.

Meng Chen guessed that he should be talking about Xia Ranxi, so he reminded: "Is it Xia Ranxi?"

"That's right, that's Xia Ranxi. She also added a lot of glory to their college. I was so envious at that time."

"It's different now, now it's your turn to win honor for our academy!" Wu Shan said excitedly.

Meng Chen said modestly: "No, no, it's Dean Wu Shan who has been reminding us to pay attention to the development of our interests, that's why I studied music."

Wu Shan was even happier when he heard this.

He hurriedly said: "Not bad, not bad, you, the future is promising! By the way, the song "City Capital" you sang two days ago is quite good! Keep going!"

"Thank you, Dean, for your encouragement." Seeing that the polite words were almost finished, Meng Chen asked, "Dean Wu, do you have the contact information of the teachers of the Art Academy?"

"What kind of contact information do you want, no need."

At this time, Wu Shan took out a key from the cabinet and said: "This is the key to the piano room. I have already gone to greet the dean of the Chinese Academy of Songs. You can go to practice with the key and remember to lock it when you leave." Just fine."

When Meng Chen heard it, he was also happy.

Unexpectedly, Wu Shan gave himself all the keys to the piano room.

He took the key and quickly thanked, "Thank you, Dean Wu."

"It's a little thing, remember to practice hard, and when you become a big star, don't forget to promote our school and our college." Wu Shan said expectantly.

"Don't worry, Dean Wu, I will."

Afterwards, Meng Chen left.

He was walking on the campus, and many classmates recognized him.

Some girls even boldly asked him for his autograph.

At first, Meng Chen readily agreed.

But then, they seemed dissatisfied.

Also try adding Mengchen's WeChat.

This gave him a headache.

Where there is one precedent, there will be a second.

So Meng Chen also refused.

In order to keep a low profile, he specially put on a black mask and came to the piano room.

After opening the door and locking it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Opening the lid of the piano, Meng Chen played it easily.

Ever since he had elementary piano skills, Meng Chen felt that his fingers were much more flexible when playing the piano.

Although not at the level of a master, there is no problem with popping out a song easily.

After practicing all afternoon, along with the singing session, Meng Chen felt that he had already practiced almost.

So he closed the piano cover and prepared to leave the piano room.

At this time, the phone's ringtone suddenly rang.

Meng Chen saw that it was his mother's phone call.

"Hello, Mom." Meng Chen quickly answered the phone.

"Hey, Xiaochen." On the other end of the phone, the mother happily answered.

After Meng Chen locked the door, he asked, "Mom, have you eaten yet?"

"Eat, eat, just had lunch." Mother asked happily: "Xiaochen, I heard from people in the village that you sang another song, right?"

"Yes, I just sang it two days ago, and I will send you a video when the time comes." Meng Chen explained.

As early as last two weeks, Meng Chen told his parents about his singing.

The parents were very surprised at first, thinking that it was a surprise that Meng Chen could become a singer.

But after they calmed down, they still supported Meng Chen's idea.

The mother urged on the other end of the phone: "Xiaochen, don't be too tired, you understand?"

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm fine, young man." Meng Chen replied.

He seemed to have thought of something, and he said, "By the way, I will give you and Dad 10 yuan later."

"Why are you giving me 10 yuan?" When the mother heard this, she was anxious: "I don't want money, why are you giving me, no, no."

Meng Chen said with a smile: "I can already make money, and if the money is kept with me, I will spend it soon. You can store it for me, and you can buy whatever you want."

After hearing this, the mother agreed: "That's good, but you gave us so much money, do you still have any money?"

"Yes, there must be, don't worry." Meng Chen replied.

After chatting for a while, he asked, "Where's Dad?"

"Your father is still in the field, and he said that he will come back after harvesting the field. He asked me to come back and cook first." Mother explained.

"Okay, tell him not to be so tired, do the unfinished work tomorrow, don't rush for a while, and I can already make money, even if you don't have to work now, I can afford you." Meng Chen urged with.

The mother said with a little relief: "Okay, okay, there is no reason for people not to work in this life. If you have hands and feet, I know, and I will tell your father."

She knew that the call time might be a bit long, so she said: "Okay, I won't bother you, you go and do your work."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Chen looked at the keys in his hand.

Think of my father working in the fields.

Finally, he reopened the door of the piano room and continued to practice.
On the other hand, Meng Chen's book "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" was recommended by the editor-in-chief of Qidian Software at two o'clock this afternoon.

Although this recommendation is on the homepage, there are several books displayed in turn at the same time, and the recommendation effect is not particularly obvious.

There are about [-] books in large categories at most.

For small categories like history and suspense, two thousand collections are probably the best.

However, after two o'clock one, there seems to be a significant change in the collection background of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty".
(End of this chapter)