Feng Ke'er dared to speak loudly in front of her master for the first time, her face turned red, and her whole body had an aura of not admitting defeat. Feng Keer didn't know why the master compared himself to a red fish, that is, he would never become a sought-after goldfish, and this conclusion made Feng Keer difficult to accept.

Didn't he stand out from the tens of thousands of applicants, how did he become a counterfeit of a goldfish now? Feng Keer knows where his strength lies, even if the long-haired girl is a top student of the Xinghai Conservatory of Music, the gap between herself and her will not be the gap between the red fish and the goldfish. Feng Keer has been here for more than half a year, during which she has also been appreciated by the master, to make her the only guest at the concert, Feng Keer doesn't want to give up halfway on her road to becoming a singer.

A different look flashed in Zhang Yanfang's eyes, and her tone became softer, but the meaning of her words was still unforgiving, "I hate people who let me down, three months ago your little junior sister was the first, originally I thought you would be different, but as a result, you became the second." ”

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on the top of Feng Ke'er's head, and the anger and anger in her heart were all extinguished. Yes, who can blame him for falling to such a point? I can only blame myself for not cherishing the opportunity in the first place.

After switching roles with the long-haired girl during this time, Feng Keer personally felt the torment of being forgotten. She is repeating the same work every day, but the long-haired girl is making progress day by day under the master's teaching, and the growing gap makes her uneasy and hesitant all the time.

However, that's how the long-haired girl came in the first place. It can be said that she is not the one who is favored by the master, so she will be hung in the corner for half a year. The long-haired girl watched the little junior sister leave, and witnessed the senior sister being appreciated by the master, and began to really embark on her path as a singer, and in the face of the endless waiting, how did the long-haired girl persist until now?

Perhaps, it was that perseverance that became the biggest shining point in her, so she was able to firmly grasp the hard-won opportunity and never disappointed the master.

The thoughts in her heart flashed like electricity, and Feng Ke'er felt that she had no reason to be angry, she could only do the right thing again, so that the master could be impressed by her.

"Master, please give me one last chance, I will definitely not let you down!" Feng Ke'er said from the bottom of his heart.

After this day, Feng Ke'er did not appear in the villa, not being expelled from the division, but getting one last chance to prove himself. In the words of Master Zhang Yanfang, this is a practice.

Feng Ke'er was taken by the housekeeper to the place where the master said he was practicing, and it was a noisy place where people came and went, and it was actually a vegetable market in the center of the city. Feng Ke'er, who was still full of confidence, was a little dumbfounded, she thought that no matter what kind of cultivation she would be able to complete successfully, so as to prove herself to the master again, but Feng Ke'er would never have thought that she would spend a year in the vegetable market next.

The housekeeper took her to an inconspicuous stall, said a few words to the stall owner, and left, leaving Feng Ke'er standing stupidly in place. Feng Ke'er hasn't been able to recover in a short period of time, didn't the master call himself to practice, what can he learn in a vegetable market? Feng Ke'er raised his eyes and looked around, this place was no different from the ordinary vegetable market, perhaps because of its location in the center of the city, this vegetable market seemed to be more crowded, and his ears were always filled with all kinds of shouts.

"Why are you standing, why don't you come over and help?" the stall owner was a woman with a somewhat fierce face, she yelled at Feng Ke'er very impatiently, and then stuffed a whole bag of edamame into Feng Ke'er's hand.

In this way, Feng Ke'er began the first thing in her cultivation, peeling edamame. In fact, at home, Feng Keer often does housework, but compared with the work in the vegetable market, the little things at home can only be regarded as drizzle. Take the edamame peeler as an example, sometimes Feng Keer squatted on the ground and peeled it for a whole hour, but the beans may have been bought by a customer, Feng Keer could only watch the plastic basket become empty again, and the work he had to do became endless.

At the beginning, Feng Keer would silently observe the middle-aged stall owner, she felt that the person who could know Zhang Yanfang must not be an ordinary person, maybe she used to be a behind-the-scenes person in the music world, but now she is just hidden in the world. Therefore, Feng Keer did not dare to neglect the things ordered by the stall owner, she had to transport baskets and baskets of fresh vegetables to the vegetable market early in the morning, and then choose vegetables to set up a stall, waiting for the guests to come to the door, and she could not end the day's practice until the stall was closed in the evening. Feng Keer was often exhausted and exhausted, and when she returned to the dormitory, she fell asleep with her head on the pillow, and her roommates wondered what happened to Feng Keer recently.

Since it is a practice arranged by the master, you have to prove yourself well. Feng Keer kept saying this in her heart, maybe one day her efforts would see hope, for example, the stall owner taught her the behind-the-scenes production of some songs.

But it turns out that all this is just Feng Keer's own imagination. The middle-aged woman had no artistic cells in her body at all, and she was calculating every day how to make a little more money on her guests, spraying water mist on the vegetable leaves over and over again.

"Do you like to listen to Zhang Yanfang's songs?" Once, Feng Ke'er finally couldn't help but ask. She wondered why the master had asked her to come here to practice, wasn't it to learn something from the stall owner? She didn't think that working as a coolie in the vegetable market every day would help her become a singer in the future.

The stall owner had just put down the plastic bottle in his hand, and after a spray, the vegetable leaves in front of him looked more green, and more importantly, those water droplets could make him earn an extra cent.

"What are you talking about, listen to the song?" the stall owner turned around, his face full of unreasonableness.

Feng Keer still didn't give up, she stood up and handed over the headphones in her hand, "This is my favorite song, how does it feel like to listen to it?" Feng Keer wanted to find out the true identity of the stall owner, listening to Zhang Yanfang's songs was the best way, perhaps, she used to be the producer of Zhang Yanfang's album.

The stall owner hesitated for a moment, but seeing the enthusiasm on Feng Keer's face, he still tried to stuff the headphones into his ears, after all, this young female college student is very hard-working and hard-working, not at all like those pampered and beautiful girls outside.