Cao Wu still underestimated the influence of a third-rate band on the national list.

Although some people who are suspected of being fans took pictures outside the school a few days ago, it is a bit exaggerated to take the bus to school early in the morning and not be able to enter the intersection of the school.

Nearly a kilometer of the road to the left of the main street of the main entrance of the school was blocked, and hundreds of cars lined up to drive into the school, and Cao Wu even saw a tourist bus coming from Chang'an City.

The reason why the Gucheng Band is called this is because they debuted with a song "Millennium Ancient City" seventeen years ago, which became popular all over the country, and fans called them "the band that sang the ancient city", so they simply changed the name of the band to the Gucheng Band.

That song was written when the band went to the northwest to collect wind, describing the thousand-year-old city of Chang'an, and it was precisely because of that song that they appeared on the Spring Festival Gala that year, and quickly became well-known to the public, and gained a large number of fans in Chang'an.

This tourist bus from Chang'an should be carrying fans from Chang'an.

It's just that it's still unrealistic to want to drive a tourist bus to school.

The parking lot outside the campus is limited, and the school obviously doesn't have access to it, so all cars are stuck outside.

The traffic management department has sent police to direct traffic, and more than a dozen traffic police officers are busy evacuating vehicles, but the effect is limited.

Oooo

The traffic police are knocking on the windows one by one.

"Hello. The traffic police saluted: "No. 8 Middle School does not allow foreign vehicles to enter today." ”

Cao Wenhao lowered the window and explained: "My child is in No. 8 Middle School, and I will see him off." ”

The traffic police looked at Cao Wu and said, "It is estimated that it will take half an hour to dredge in front, or let the child walk over, it will not be far." ”

"Why don't you go over?" Cao Wenhao looked at Cao Wu.

"Okay. Cao Wu nodded and said, "The event will only start in the afternoon, so you can pick up Miss Niu at noon." ”

"You don't have to worry about that. Cao Wenhao patted him on the shoulder: "Prepare well, don't be nervous." ”

"Got it. ”

Cao Wu jumped out of the car, took out the piano case from the trunk, and walked towards the side of the road with his back on his back.

There was still a long way to go from the gate, and there was already a row of posters of the ancient city band on the fence on the side.

Although it had just been pasted for a short time, it had already fallen off unfirmly and was messily thrown on the side of the road.

There were many unfamiliar faces on the sidewalk, which used to be only students, and by the time they reached the school gate, the crowd had already surrounded the school gate.

Cao Wu, who was carrying a large piano case and finally squeezed into the school, attracted the attention of many people.

"Look, there's a handsome little guy with a piano on his back, so cute!"

"I heard that Su Chen's younger brother also attends this school, could it be Su Chen's younger brother?"

"I don't know, did you see them yesterday?"

I waited all night outside their hotel, and Kong Xing smiled at my camera when he got in the car!"

"Wow! You're so lucky!"

……

Entering the campus, it was finally quieter, but it was also a hot scene, and each class arranged for the students on duty to clean the area.

On the way from the school gate to the playground, all the red carpets were laid out, all of which were found by Damai Music, and even her father received a call from the staff of Damai Music Company to borrow the red carpet.

At the entrance of the teaching building directly opposite the gate, under the sculpture, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was standing with the director of the Academic Affairs Office and the director of the Political and Educational Office.

"Director Zhou, how many people can the playground accommodate?" The golden wire glasses are Zhang Haozhe's uncle Zhang Shaoqiang.

The director of the Academic Affairs Office thought for a moment and replied, "Counting the stands, there can be almost eight thousand." ”

"Then it will be calculated as eight thousand. Zhang Shaoqiang paced with his hands behind his back, and several directors followed him: "There are about 6,000 teachers and students in your eighth middle school, counting the staff of our company, the security personnel of your school, the media personnel, and the parents of the students, there are less than 2,000 fans who can come in, which is a bit small!"

The director of the Political and Educational Office hesitated and suggested, "Why don't the parents of the students come in?"

The people that the school can manage, except for the students, are the parents.

Zhang Shaoqiang's eyes lit up: "Yes, arrange some students to be volunteers, and be responsible for greeting and cleaning on both sides of the red carpet, so that a lot of seats can be vacated." ”

The director of the Academic Affairs Office nodded yes, but muttered in his heart, then don't let us participate, just let your fans and media in.

But he won't say this, the principal personally explained it, and asked them to cooperate with Damai Music to do a good job in this event, if something goes wrong, they can't afford it.

Zhang Shaoqiang said as he walked: "Director Zhou, Director Wang, when you hold a meeting with the class teachers later, explain it, let them notify the students in the class, if there is a reporter interview, don't talk nonsense." ”

The director of the Political and Educational Office frowned and asked, "What is the standard for not talking nonsense?"

"If you can't say it, don't say it, if you can't do it, just praise the ancient city band. Zhang Shaoqiang stopped and said: "In this way, I asked my assistant to give the class teachers a brief training on how to answer questions, so that the students can explain clearly...... Huh, Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang!"

"Hey!" a young man with a large briefcase ran from the direction of the toilet.

"Where did you die!" Zhang Shaoqiang frowned and scolded: "You can't catch up with the heat when you eat!"

Director Zhou, Director Wang and others stood aside, looking quite embarrassed.

Not far away, a few cleaning students gathered together and muttered.

"Is that person the boss of Damai Music? ”

"It's really the wicked who have their own wicked grinding, and the 'dead mother's face' also has today. ”

"But I don't think it's a good thing to think that boss, it's like something, and it's probably not a good thing to scold other people's assistants in public. ”

"But people like this can cure the 'dead mother's face'!"

"Damn! Why let him be cured?"

"Yo, have you changed sex? Didn't you say that you were going to beat up your 'dead mother's face' after graduation?"

"I'm also beating him, and 'Dead Mom's Face' is also the teacher of our eighth middle school, why should he let him on his head?"

"It seems to make some sense, what do you want to do?"

"I know his car, let's go and vent his tires secretly, right?"

……

Walking past these people, Cao Wu was sweating when he heard it.

It's really the same rice to raise a hundred kinds of people, and there are all kinds of people in the school!

Last night, Cao Wenhao sent all the instruments he needed to use to the activity room of the Chinese Music Club, including Batu's drum kit.

Lu Qingsong and the others had already arrived, and Cao Wu had to go over and help move the instruments to the back of the stage.

But don't worry, the ancient city band came over to get the afternoon, and it's still early!