He started designing the lighting effects and dance steps for the entire stage himself.

This is not an easy job, and Lin Qian is not a professional in this area, so to speak, he only saw them in his father's troupe when he was a child, and he only knew a little bit about the stage lighting effects. So he found a lot of information to make up for it, and cheekily went to the drama club to ask for advice.

There was also some trouble in designing the formation dance steps, and he pondered it again and again, solving it little by little.

The days passed quickly, and Lin Qian was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, and even in the dormitory, he didn't forget to think about the competition all the time.

Song Xiaopang in the dormitory couldn't help but complain: "Xiaoqian, how did you do it? I just joined an unpopular club like the Peking Opera Club, how do you feel so busy, busier than Xu Shu, a scholar." ”

Xu Shu is their dormitory, oh no, the entire computer department is a veritable scholar, and almost all of his spare time is spent on studying knowledge.

Hearing this, Lin Qian just smiled, and sat on the desk in the dormitory to correct the schematic diagram of the stage formation: "What's wrong with the unpopular club, I am a person with pursuits like Xu Shu, he dedicated his time to the computer, and I dedicated my time to Peking Opera." ”

"Tut-tut," Song Xiaopang threw down his mobile phone, stopped playing the game, and looked at Lin Qian, who was struggling with books, "Xu Shu is the top science student in the college entrance examination, and he will be guaranteed research in the future! No matter how bad he is, he will enter a first-class large enterprise to get a high salary." What about you, what can Peking Opera bring you? If you make a living from singing, it would be nice if you didn't starve to death in the future!"

Although Xu Shu is a top science student, it is strange to come to a small place like Jiangcheng University if he does not go to a famous school like Qingbei.

Lin Qian's pen stopped.

The pause was almost indiscible, and soon, Lin Qian resumed his writing without speaking.

Song Xiaofat wanted to say something, but Zhao Anqiu, who was practicing pull-ups on the bed frame, spoke: "It's noisy, can you shut up for a while, little fat man?"

Zhao Anqiu is the No. 1 bed, and he is also the head of the dormitory, coupled with the high cold aura that he was born with no one to enter, Song Xiaofat really didn't dare to talk back, and made a strange appearance and was quiet.

"Gotcha, weirdos, I'm going to keep playing. He muttered and turned on his pesticide again.

Lin Qian's heart was not calm.

The tip of the pen rustled on the paper, and his mind drifted into the distance with the rustle.

- Boss Shen, the income of the theater is not good this month, I have wronged you......

When I was a child, I often said this to Master.

And the master always nodded calmly, and when he went home to cook, he left the best chicken, duck and fish meat for him and the little junior brother, and ate whatever he wanted. The money saved was also used to buy nutritional products for him and his junior brother, as well as various training props.

- You must sing opera well, carry forward Peking Opera, and you can't lose the things passed down by your ancestors.

No matter what the outside thinks of us singing, one day, more people will appreciate the beauty of opera.

Master's words resounded in his heart.

He used to be young, and he didn't understand how difficult it was for the master to support himself in the face of so many opposition, and then he lost his voice during the change of voice, and he took a back seat.

But now, after being born again......

He's going to face those pressures more and more.

Those who look down on the world's eyes, and the pressure of money and material things.