Indiscriminate male and female: starting from the school celebration singing big fish

There are some good food for dinner on it.

The amount is not much, after all, it is not advisable to eat too much for supper.

After arranging all the food, the housekeeper retreated respectfully.

After Ye Han finished eating, he sat down on the sofa and burped in satisfaction.

After playing with the mobile phone for a while, I almost digested it.

Ye Han took a shower and went to bed.

Chinese Opera Association.

In the president's office, Old Feng looked at the scene in front of him numbly.

Two half-bald old men were arguing here.

Zhao Ming, the principal of Huayang Academy of Drama, slapped the table: "You have to fight with me if you are surnamed Chen."

He glared angrily at the old man in front of him, his angry face was a little distorted.

"Humph!" Opposite him, Chen Zhixing, the dean of the Shanghai Academy of Drama, snorted coldly.

"What do you mean I rob you?"

"Student Ye Han originally belonged to our Demon City."

"Even if we collaborate on stage this time, you should be with us!"

Zhao Ming pointed to his nose, blushing with anger and thick neck,

"This time it is performed in Kyoto, and "Farewell My Concubine" is also our Peking Opera repertoire.

"When it comes to Peking Opera performances, there's no comparison to your dramas in Shanghai!"

"What's incomparable?" Chen Zhixing raised his eyebrows displeased.

"Our opera major in Shanghai is much richer than yours!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ming smiled disdainfully: "Chick."

Chen Zhixing was also angry, and he slapped the table and stood up.

"Zhao, what do you mean?"

Mr. Feng watched the two of them fighting with each other, back and forth.

The saliva and stars splashed, and he almost did it directly.

Seeing that they were going too far, Mr. Feng quickly stood up to fight.

"Wait, wait, calm down!"

Although the two principals wished they could punch each other's hideous faces directly.

But after all, this is in the territory of the Huaxia Opera Association.

It doesn't look good either way.

That's it.

Zhao Ming folded his arms and sat down.

"I'm looking at Feng Lao's face!"

Chen Zhixing snorted through his nostrils: "Same!"

Seeing that both of them were seated, Old Feng sat back helplessly.

"You guys are so noisy, if you want the junior to see it, do you want to lose face?"

Zhao Ming glanced at Chen Zhixing displeasedly: "Old Feng, it's not that I want to quarrel with him."

"It was originally agreed, this time we will cooperate with Ye Han to perform."

"As a result, this guy jumped out temporarily, how can we bear it?"

Chen Zhixing also knew that he was wrong in this regard, and this was the news he only found out two days ago

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that after this performance, Ye Han was definitely a hit!

The schools that cooperate with him will be more or less glorified.

Chen Zhixing has always been strong, how could he let go without doing anything.

This time, if it weren't for Jingying, there would be no drama major.

The guarantee sitting here today also has him.

But the loss is one aspect, and the robbing still has to be robbed.

"When it comes to opera, we are definitely better than you in the field of research!"

"The School of Chinese Opera has been in our school for so many years, and we have dabbled in both Kunqu Opera and Peking Opera.

"In terms of professional standards, we are not necessarily bad!"

"Chen Zhixing, you are shameless..."

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Mr. Feng hurriedly spoke out.

""〃Knowing that none of you are convinced, let Ye Han choose for himself! "

Seeing what the two of them wanted to say, Mr. Feng quickly added a sentence.

"This is what the above means."

Zhao Ming and Chen Zhixing fell silent in an instant.

Feng Lao stroked his beard: "Okay, Ye Han will go to the Huaxia Peking Opera Theater tomorrow.

"When the time comes, let him choose himself!"

Zhao Ming was thinking that his team members were all in the capital, while Chen Zhixing's was still in Shanghai.

In terms of time, Chen Zhixing must be too late.

After all, if he can come alone, can he come with a group of people?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ming showed a smile with a sure chance of winning.

"Then listen to Old Feng."

Chen Zhixing's face was ugly, and his brows were tightly frowned.

After a while, he still nodded.

"I have no opinion."

Seeing him like this, Zhao Ming was even more proud.

When it was finally over, Elder Feng heaved a sigh of relief.

Alas, these two people are so old that they look like children.

Zhao Mingwu was proud of himself, but Chen Zhixing gave a wretched smile where he couldn't see.

Good guy, fighting with Grandpa? !

I want you to look good tomorrow!

At nine o'clock the next morning, Ye Han got up on time.

Yawning, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Half an hour later, the neatly dressed Ye Han was eating breakfast.

Then I received a condolence message from Assistant Xia.

"Good morning, Mr. Ye, have you had breakfast yet?"

Ye Han had a horrified expression on his face.

How does this guy know I'm up?

Is it so accurate?

Ye Han subconsciously looked around.

It shouldn't be so useless to put a pinhole camera, right?

At this time, Assistant Xia sent another sentence.

"Mr. Ye, we will send a car to pick you up at ten o'clock later to Huaxia Peking Opera Theater.

"If you haven't eaten, we will prepare it for you over there."

Ye Han smacked his lips and replied.

"No need, I've already eaten."

Terrible, is this the professionalism of an assistant? .

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The Huaxia Peking Opera Theater is a national art troupe directly under the Huaxia Cultural Department.

A long history and outstanding ability.

Frequent tours abroad.

The reason why Ye Han came here this time is also to help Ye Han perfect this performance.

After all, there are many foreign friends this time, so nothing can go wrong.

This is a major event in the drama world!

No mistakes will be allowed!

Huaxia Drama Theater.

Outside the gate, Ye Han raised his head and looked at the magnificent building in front of him.

It looks quite stylish.

Assistant Xia stood behind Ye Han and said, "Mr. Ye, please."

When two people walked inside.

Assistant Xia told Ye Han that he would be asked to pick someone later.

Ye Han had a black question mark on his face.

Assistant Xia explained conscientiously.

"Say it again, what are you picking?"

"Both Huaxi and Duxi want you to choose their schools as supporting actors."

"Old Mr. Feng was annoyed by them, so he found the big boss."

"Boss means, let them play a show, and then you choose one."

And this thing?

Isn't this just playing football?

Giving one side offends the other.

So why not let me, the client, be the villain?

What a cunning and cunning man!

Ye Han smacked his lips.

Walking all the way in, I didn't see many people.

Ye Han subconsciously asked, "Why haven't I seen anyone?"

Assistant Xia explained: "I guess they are all in the theater, waiting to watch the PK."

Sure enough, watching the excitement of 410 is human nature?

Even opera masters are not immune.

Before arriving at the theater, Ye Han saw two people running past in the front corridor.

While running, he still said: "Go, I heard that there is a fight over there!"