I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 131 Do You Have a Master?

Yangcheng Drama Theatre, Chuhe wandered outside for a long time, and finally found Su Muyan.

This guy actually squatted on the curb and ate a cone—a live broadcast of a cone.

When Chuhe walked over, she heard her scolding the audience: "You bastards, shut up, I can't lick the cone, do you think I don't understand anything? A bunch of perverts!"

Chuhe is a little tired, this bastard.

He went over to lift Su Muyan up, grabbed the phone and said to the audience: "Don't tease Xiaoyan, see you next time, we have to get down to business."

Chuhe wanted to shut down the live broadcast, and the barrage increased sharply.

"Dahe, Sister Yaoyao is in the drama theater. Xiao Yanmiao saw her in the live broadcast just now, go find her!"

"Dahe, to be honest, do you have an affair with Sister Yaoyao?"

"Dahe, be kind to my goddess, and bless you."

Chu He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, okay, I'll show you the live broadcast after I find Sister Yaoyao."

He turned off the live broadcast and dragged Su Muyan away.

Su Muyan stretched out her small tongue to lick the cone, and asked while licking, "Chuhe, where have you been? I'm so anxious that I don't even have the heart to eat the cone."

Chuhe glanced at her and saw her pink tongue and the white "cream" on her lips, which this guy licked recklessly.

"Don't lick, you don't have any image." Chu He reprimanded, imitating Liu Zhiqing's appearance.

"No one saw it. Let me tell you, that's how Ding Ding licks." Su Muyan licked a few more mouthfuls solemnly.

"You handed over your "****" to me!" Chuhe has a black hair, our innocent sister has become so filthy because of watching more than a dozen episodes of "****", it is unreasonable!
"Slightly." Su Muyan licked happily. If she didn't see too many people nearby, she would have broken her tongue.

The two also entered the Yangcheng Drama Theatre. There was an air conditioner inside, so it was not hot all of a sudden.

Chu He looked it up and found that the theater was huge, with a large stage of several hundred square meters in front, and an audience seat that could seat 2000 people. The layout was very high-end and grand.

At this moment, auditions are going on on the stage, and all the registered contestants are waiting on the stage.

They need to play a piece they are good at, and then the judges will score it. Only those who pass can enter the next round of selection.

Of course, the audition is not open to the public, so it is relatively simple. At this moment, work has already started, and the judges are not old artists, but instrumental musicians invited by the TV station.

The theater was noisy, but the auditorium was empty, almost no one was there, and some of them were just resting contestants.

Su Muyan got excited and wanted to broadcast live again.

"Brother, here you go." She handed the remaining half of the cone to Chuhe.

Chuhe looked disgusted: "No."

"Really? Do you know how many people want it?" Su Muyan put one hand on his hip and glared.

"I don't want it, it's all your saliva, who would want it?" Chuhe resolutely doesn't want it.

Su Muyan couldn't help it, endured the cold and ate it up, then stuffed the cone paper into Chuhe's hand: "Forget it if you don't eat it, and help me throw out the trash."

She freed her hands and took out her mobile phone to broadcast live.

"Don't disturb the contestants, don't shoot them." Chu He urged.

"I won't get close. I'm exhausted. I'll rest off the stage." She found a more comfortable seat and broadcast live while resting.

Chuhe ignored her and went to find Cheng Na.

Cheng Na was on the phone in the background right now, and she called Jiang Jinlong.

"Mr. Jiang Jinlong, Chuhe has arrived at the theater, is it convenient for you now? I can take him to see you." Cheng Na respectfully.

The old artist wanted to see Chuhe, and Cheng Na also wanted to.

"No, no, let's go to the theater to see how the show is going, and meet Chuhe by the way." Jiang Jinlong smiled generously.

He is always strong and vigorous.

Cheng Na hurriedly agreed and waited for the old artists to come.

On the outskirts of Yangcheng, in a luxury villa.

Jiang Jinlong and others had already boarded the car, and the driver drove them to the Yangcheng Drama Theater.

"It's settled, no one should contact Chuhe in private, he won't be a teacher, we don't force it, or it will appear that we are inferior." Sitting in the passenger seat, Jiang Jinlong turned his head and told the masters behind him.

In the back two rows of seats, five or six people sat.

"I know, Old Jiang, isn't he just a seedling? Is it possible that we will still curry favor with him? See what you said."

"That is, I have three disciples, and there is no shortage of disciples."

"Let's go. Contributing to the show is a serious matter. You don't have to think about Chuhe." Fang Guangsong waved his hand and asked the driver to drive.

The car drove all the way to the Yangcheng Drama Theater, where it was still hot, hundreds of people were queuing up to sign up, and the theater had already accommodated hundreds of people, and the audition was going on.

Jiang Jinlong and others rushed into the theater excitedly, and the young musicians along the way came to watch.

"That's Jiang Jinlong. I've seen him on TV. I'll go. The judges are here!"

I don't know who yelled, and everyone became excited, and some bold people even came forward to say hello, and their faces were familiar.

"Everyone, don't worry, the show is fair and just, as long as you have the ability, you can perform on stage." Jiang Jinlong said in a full-hearted manner, quite majestic.

Everyone didn't dare to make noise anymore, and watched the masters enter the theater with admiration.

In the backstage of the theater, Chu He drank a glass of water and raised the stage curtain to audition on the stands.

Hundreds of people were divided into more than a dozen teams, separated by a certain distance, trying to avoid the players from interfering with each other.

Cheng Na whispered beside her: "Mr. Chu, the old artists are coming."

She reminded Chuhe to pay attention to his attitude later.

"Understood." Chuhe nodded, looked at the judges on the stage and said, "There are only a dozen or so judges in the audition. Isn't this efficiency too slow?"

It takes at least a few minutes for a piece of music, and the contestants have to introduce themselves, and the audition takes more than 5 minutes for a single person.

"Due to the rush of time, we couldn't find so many professional instrumentalists. The director is working hard, and the efficiency on this first day is relatively low." Cheng Na explained.

At this moment, there was a sudden greeting in the background, and the staff all smiled.

Chuhe and Cheng Na turned around and saw seven or eight old people, all of them with extraordinary bearing, greeting the staff.

Chuhe saw Fang Guangsong at a glance.

The bad-tempered president of Hulusi still had the expression that someone owed him money.

But when he saw Chuhe, his expression changed, he was a little emotional and a little embarrassed.

"Young man, are you Chuhe?" Jiang Jinlong smiled boldly and strode up to Chuhe.

He is only a little shorter than Chuhe, but he is really strong.The eyebrows are also very majestic. If it was in ancient times, it would definitely be the overlord.

Chu He smiled modestly: "I have seen all the old artists."

Chuhe shook hands with them one by one. When it was Fang Guangsong's turn, Fang Guangsong sighed: "Chuhe, you really surprised me. Hey, my old face has nowhere to go."

Everyone laughed, and Chuhe laughed too: "Mr. Fang is serious. I have always respected you."

This is not a lie, after all, the gourd silk version of "Mythology" shocked Chuhe.

Fang Guangsong also laughed when he heard Chuhe's words, and everyone was willing to listen to good words.

"It's alright, alright, you're welcome, there is no age distinction in art, and Chuhe is also a judge, and everyone is of the same generation." Jiang Jinlong said with a laugh.

As a master of southern instrumental music, he has an unexpectedly cheerful personality, and he doesn't rely on his status, which is really rare, and he gets along very well with young people.

The atmosphere was harmonious, and everyone also watched the audition on the stage, and soon found that the efficiency was low.

"Xiaona, do you just want to select the judges for the audition? When will this be selected?" Jiang Jinlong was dissatisfied.

Cheng Na quickly explained that the filming would start two days later, and there was still time.

"The contestants are all in a hurry, and everyone is very tired. Don't make them wait. Let's go. We old guys are also coming to the audition." Jiang Jinlong waved his hand, he was full of enthusiasm, after all, he was the judge for the first time.

The rest are even more so, go directly to the stage.Cheng Na was overjoyed, and quickly asked someone to arrange a seat, and the new judges entered the arena.

Jiang Jinlong also invited Chuhe: "Brother Chu, do you want to get acquainted first?"

He asked Chuhe to be a judge as well, to get acquainted with his identity first.

"Okay." Chuhe naturally wouldn't refuse, since he was idle anyway.

Jiang Jinlong smiled cheerfully again, and then said in a low voice: "Brother Chu, do you have a master?"

Ok?
Chuhe was a little puzzled, while the leading fighters in front all peeked behind sharply.

Jiang Jinlong coughed: "Let's talk in detail later."

He strode forward: "What are you old men looking at? I just asked if Chuhe has a wife."

(End of this chapter)