Soon the time came to six o'clock, those VIP alumni also took their seats, after the lights in the auditorium dimmed, a melodious and pleasant music sounded, and the school celebration party officially began.

For this kind of party, Sun Hao actually doesn't have much interest, the school celebration party is nothing more than some lofty themes, praising and praising the great achievements of the school, this kind of party program, but also mostly hot chicken soup with positive energy, more nutritious but not exciting.

If it weren't for Wen Wen's performance, Sun Hao would rather hide at home to update Weibo or write a side story of "Ethereal Journey" than come here to watch the performance.

The shows were staged one by one, Sun Hao was drowsy and not interested at all, and Zhao Dahai sat next to Mu Yu, and he had no intention of watching the performance, and from time to time he came up and said something, which made Mu Yu giggle and look very happy.

Sun Hao lamented in his heart: How many appearances is Wen Wen's show arranged?

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Sun Hao was very tormented when he sat in the venue, and the director backstage of the party was also restless, and his scalp was about to be scratched by him.

The chief director of this party is Miao Qingsheng, director of the directing department of the School of Arts of Beijing University, who knew that this party was not easy to do and did not want to take over this job.

Although the guests who come to participate in the performance are all alumni, they can't bear that they are all big stars and artists who have been famous for a long time, even if you are the chief director, you may not be able to command others.

However, Dean Dou Juntao of the Academy of Arts gave a death order, and he had to accept it, and he also threw a big bait at him: if he can successfully complete the task of directing this party, he will be eighty percent sure of the position of the vice president of the Academy of Arts after his retirement next year!

This time, Miao Qingsheng is a king who bites the flesh - he won't let go of his mouth when he dies, if he can be promoted to vice president, he will dare to do it on the knife mountain and down the sea of fire, let alone directing a party!

That's it, Miao Qingsheng held this hot potato in the palm of his hand.

Since taking over the important task of the chief director of the party, Miao Qingsheng has begged his grandfather to contact the alumni like a grandmother, and then arranged rehearsals one by one according to their time, and he has been busy for more than half a year, and finally got everything done.

Just half an hour ago, a staff member in charge of contacting the guests of the performance hurried over and told him the bad news that Zhao Xufeng, a calligraphy master of the National Calligraphy Association who had originally arranged to splash ink at the party site, actually sprained his waist on the way to Beijing University!

Sprained his lower back......

Hurt your back......

Waist......

When did you sprain your waist, but you sprained your waist at this critical juncture! You don't want me to become the vice president of the art academy!

The moment Miao Qingsheng heard the news, he almost fainted, and scolded Zhao Xufeng half to death in his heart, but after he calmed down, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat: What should I do now?

Originally, the performance time scheduled for Zhao Xufeng was ten minutes, and there was a brief interview in between, but now he definitely can't come, how can these ten minutes be filled?

Ask the other actors to stall for a while?

This is not realistic at all, the time of each program is fixed, if they delay time, it is easy to have accidents, at this time, stability is everything, and other programs must not be allowed to have problems!

Let the host of the show stall for a minute or two, maybe 10 minutes?

Miao Qingsheng couldn't help but shake his head, how could this be? Ten minutes is too long, and the host is not a cross talk actor, who wants to listen to a dry dialogue?

After thinking about it for a while, Miao Qingsheng didn't come up with any way, there was no way, he could only hurry up and report to the leader, this problem can't be delayed any longer, this Beijing TV station is still broadcasting, if there is a live broadcast accident, then the problem will be a big problem, he can't carry this pot, and he can't afford to carry it!

Dou Juntao, the dean of the Academy of Arts, was sitting under the stage watching the performance at this time, and he was still a little proud in his heart, this Miao Qingsheng is still quite capable, a school celebration party, I was stunned to get so many star alumni, and it was not much inferior to the Spring Festival Gala of the National Television Station.

On the stage of the party, a sketch was being performed, and the funny style of the actors made him watch it with relish. At this moment, Miao Qingsheng hurriedly walked over from the backstage, leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear.

When Dean Dou heard this, he immediately became angry, and shouted and scolded: "Miao Qingsheng! What are you eating?

After shouting, he realized that this was under the stage, and a group of leaders were watching the performance, which scared him into a cold sweat.

Dean Dou looked back and found that no one was looking at him, maybe his shouting was covered by the previous applause, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to see Miao Qingsheng's bitter face, and felt a burst of annoyance in his heart, he asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do now?"

"I can't think of any good way, that's why I came to ask you for help!" Miao Qingsheng looked aggrieved, and scolded Zhao Xufeng again in his heart.

The fire in Dean Dou's heart bubbled out one after another, he pointed to Miao Qingsheng's nose, and said hatefully: "What's the use of you looking for me? Can I still conjure up a show to make up for this time?"

Seeing Miao Qingsheng with his head down and not saying a word, Dean Dou couldn't wait to slap him twice, he was about to scold him a few more words, when he suddenly felt that someone was shouting at him behind him, he looked back and saw that it was Xu Bowen, the retired old dean of the School of Arts and Humanities of Beijing University.

"Xiao Dou, what's going on, making such a big fuss?" Xu Bowen obviously saw what happened before, so he asked him.

"Old Dean, I'm sorry to let you see the joke. Dean Dou said with a smile, he suddenly remembered that this old dean is now the executive vice president of the National Calligraphy Association, and hurriedly said, "There was a show before, it was your association's calligraphy master Zhao Xufeng who performed calligraphy, but just now Xiao Miao came over and said that Master Zhao sprained his waist and couldn't get out, I'm in a hurry, you see?"

Dean Dou's meaning is very clear, since it is someone from your National Calligraphy Association who can't be on the scene if something happens, then you, the vice president of the association, have to help solve this matter, right?

Xu Bowen is so old, how can he not hear the meaning of Dean Dou's words, he thought about it, suddenly his eyes lit up, and said: "I have a candidate, he is a new calligrapher in our association, his level is not worse than Zhao Xufeng, but this person is a little young, I am afraid that you will not dare to let him go." ”

"As long as you open your mouth, we dare to let him go!"

Xu Bowen squinted his eyes and smiled, and said, "He is a first-year student in the Chinese Department of our school, and his name is Sun Hao!"