Rehearse?

Zhao Qian looked at the time, yes, it's already the 25th today, and the welcome party is on the evening of the 29th, so there are not many days left. In order to dedicate a wonderful performance to the freshmen and sisters, the Youth League Committee and Student Union of several colleges will unite to conduct various rehearsals before the real party to ensure that the show is foolproof.

He signed up for the program of the welcome party before, but after passing the review, he naturally had to participate in the rehearsal, after all, he didn't have the ability to get the counselor to open a green channel for him, and he didn't want to be special.

Isn't it that everyone has worked so hard to rehearse and end up not having to rehearse by themselves, and when the time comes, they will go straight to the stage? If nothing goes wrong, it's fine, but if something goes wrong, you'll be miserable, and I guess no one will speak for you.

So Zhao Qian thought about it, then go, anyway, he has enough manuscripts to save himself, and he doesn't have to worry about not being able to catch up with the update at night.

When it comes to the issue of manuscript storage, many readers from various channels such as Longkong or other readers, after learning the news of his million-word manuscript, on the one hand, they are amazed, and on the other hand, they are excited, so they run to the book review area all day long to urge changes. If he doesn't agree with each other, he will be coerced and enticed, and the means are numerous, and the degree is far more wonderful than Zhao Qian imagined, which makes him feel quite breathtaking.

Let's let them make trouble first, it is estimated that it will die down in a few days. It's okay to add more, but you can't add more indiscriminately, he doesn't want to let the public chapter have too many words, otherwise there will be a certain loss of reader stickiness, so the gain outweighs the loss.

You'll have to think it through.

Remembering that he hadn't replied to He Jiajia yet, he hurriedly typed and replied, "Well, okay, I know." Thank you. ”

He Jiajia quickly replied: "You're welcome (smiley)"

Seeing the smiling expression, Zhao Qian couldn't help but smile and turned off WeChat casually.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he set sail to change the books in the recommended position, and Zhao Qian was relieved to see his books appear in the strong promotion position of the urban classification. It's still very early before the rehearsal time, so it's better to code a few chapters to liven up your thoughts.

However, he doesn't plan to write "God-level Loser", the crazy updates in the past few days almost made him vomit, so it's better to change the book and adjust it. So he began to update "Urban Cultivation of Immortals".

I have saved 20,000 words of manuscripts for this book before, anyway, I will write more and save them, and when the time comes, I will have enough manuscripts, and I don't have to worry about not being able to keep up with the updates.

At half past six in the evening, the venue of the activity center.

"Junjie, have you arrived? If you haven't arrived yet, call and urge you, don't always grind, when you're a big-name star?"

Zhong Chang, the president of the student union of the School of Foreign Languages, stood on the stage and said to the student union minister below, his tone mixed with impatience.

Obviously notified the gathering at half past six, but a few people haven't arrived until now, what are they doing? It takes so long to put on makeup? It's not an official performance on stage, it's just a rehearsal, who cares if you don't draw your eyeliner well?

"Oh okay. Lu Junjie, the minister of culture and entertainment who was named, nodded again and again, and continued to call people.

Of course, none of this is Zhao Qian's business, he has always been very punctual, came early, obeyed the staff's arrangement, and waited in the background.

A student union officer of the School of Electrical Engineering came in, saw Zhao Qian sitting on the side, and said to him and a student behind him: "Classmate, please come over and help move these two tables to the corner over there." ”

Zhao Qian paused and stood up, and the other boy also came out when he saw him like this.

The two desks were not heavy, one for each person could still be moved, and the student council officer followed behind with two chairs.

Back in the background, the boy who was moving things together nodded at Zhao Qian and continued to be busy with his affairs.

Zhao Qian found that he was playing with an electric guitar, and then looked at the few students behind him who were maintaining musical instruments, and finally realized that they should be members of the music club, that is, the accompaniment band of this welcome party.

Zhao Qian turned around and greeted with a smile: "Hello, I'm Zhao Qian, the lead singer of "Butter-Fly", I'm sorry for you this time." ”

Although he is usually not very good at dealing with people, it does not mean that he has low emotional intelligence, at least he still understands politeness. It's not wrong to take the initiative to build a good relationship with people in advance, otherwise if you offend others, a little stumbling during the performance will be enough to disgust people. That doesn't necessarily happen.

The guitarist, who was probably their head, looked up at Zhao Qian, obviously stunned, and then responded with a smile: "Hello, you're welcome." By the way, let me introduce myself, I am the lead guitar of the band, Aze, this is the deputy guitar Guangzai, and the bass Liu Yong, and the drummer Xiaodong. ”

After finishing speaking, several students behind him smiled at Zhao Qian in a friendly manner, and Zhao Qian hurriedly responded: "Hello." ”

Aze paused and continued, "When I first heard someone sing 'Butter-Fly', I was surprised for a long time. Very few people have the courage to try this song, and even fewer can sing it well, so I hope you don't disappoint Digimon fans. ”

Hearing him say this, Zhao Qian was also quite surprised, it seems that this guy also has a soft spot for this song, either an ACG fan or a Digimon fan. It's normal to think about it, after all, playing music, no matter what aspect will involve some, this is people's personal preference.

"I'll do my best!" Zhao Qian said with a smile and a nod.

Everyone is the same age, and they can still talk about it, and after a while, Aze and a few of them will come on the stage to accompaniment, Zhao Qian is not so quick to be in turn, his show is at the back, and he shamelessly thinks that he is taking his show as the finale.

The first time I watched this kind of show rehearsal on the spot, Zhao Qian was quite interested, it was inevitable that someone would make mistakes in the middle of the stage, but someone soon helped correct it, and then the rehearsal continued, in short, it was a process where practice makes perfect.

He was still quite worried about what he would do if he made a mistake, and he felt so embarrassed in front of so many people in the audience. But now, I can only bite the bullet.

Finally waited for Zhao Qian to play.

The host announced the curtain like a formal performance, and then in the front row of the audience under the stage, Li Yunhao, the president of the student union of the School of Electrical Engineering, asked Zhong Chang of the School of Foreign Languages with a smile: "This is the trump card of your college?"

Zhong Chang rolled his eyes: "I didn't say that. ”

Li Yunhao pretended to be surprised: "No, I've heard that one of your students sang "Butter-Fly" that night is amazing, isn't it him?"

Zhong Chang snorted lightly: "You'll know by listening to it later." But I didn't deny what he said.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Li Yunhao shrugged his shoulders and stopped asking, lest he beat himself.

In the whispered conversation between the two, Zhao Qian immediately started his performance.