The Youth Culture Palace is very large, Liu Yufan visually inspected it, and I am afraid that there are no more than 2,000 square meters.

Different from the layout of the Fu'an County Cinema, the stands here are two-tiered, and they are semi-circular, with a rectangular stage in the center of the semicircle. This arrangement allows the audience in every corner to have a good view of the program on the stage.

At this moment, the more than 2,000 seats inside were almost full, but everyone was still fairly organized, and there was no loud noise or laughter. There are even squares sitting in a few places, all of them are wearing neat uniforms, and even military uniforms. It is estimated that most of the audience here are organized by various institutions and organizations.

The actors' seats are arranged on the east side, and as far as the eye can see, they are all wearing various costumes. The programs of this rehearsal are uniformly transferred from Jianghai City and several surrounding counties and districts, and the performance units cover many levels such as government agencies, literary and art groups, schools, factories and mines, etc., of course, there are relatively more programs in the education system, which is also determined by the surname of the education system. After all, none of the people who participated in the performance were professionals, and among non-professionals, the most capable of singing and dancing was probably none other than the education sector, and many art teachers themselves were professionally educated.

The sixth row, which has the best viewing position, is empty, and the seats are all with names on them, needless to say, also for the leaders. In the front row of the leader's seat is the judges' seat, and at this moment, there are already several judges seated, chatting with their heads down.

Wang He sat in the middle of the judges' seat, holding a program list in his hand, looking at it casually. In the music industry of Jianghai City, Wang He is a respected old man, and the most famous "Philharmonic Art School" in Jianghai was founded by him, which has a history of nearly ten years. The students trained by him are not a thousand, but hundreds, and many people in the music industry in Jianghai have to respectfully call "Teacher Wang" in front of him. Last year, he served as the chairman of the Jianghai Musicians Association, becoming a real heavyweight in the Jianghai music industry.

"Teacher Wang, can you come today, it seems that the organizer is not small, has the art school been busy recently?" A female judge with big curly hair smiled and chatted with Wang He.

"Hehe, Minister Jiang of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee personally called me, no way, no, no, the art school is also a big mess every day, and it's almost time to take the exam in two days, and I'm so busy every day that my feet don't touch the ground." Wang He said, combing his neatly combed back with his hand.

"yes, you have a lot of students there this year." The female judge said admiringly.

"More than 200 people." Wang He said with a relaxed face, but his expression was very complacent. The "Philharmonic Art School" is definitely the largest in Jianghai, and the students of several other small art schools together are not as many as the "Philharmonic Art School".

"You're almost catching up with the state-run art school, and the Baishi Art School in Beihe District doesn't have as many students as you do." The female judge said complimentingly.

"Hehe, it's okay." Wang He said, and then asked, "Xiaoma, what kind of position are you in the vocational academy now?" ”

"It's not like that, the director of the music group, it's not as good as you." The pony judges said with a smile.

"You're polite, there will be students who will bring it over for the exam in the future." Wang He said casually.

"Definitely, definitely." Pony said with a smile.

Listening to the pony's words, Wang He seemed very satisfied, and nodded at her with a smile, and the latter also showed a knowing smile.

The reason why Wang He has been able to run the art school so successfully for so many years is not only because of his own qualifications, but also because he is good at management. The water in the art school is very deep, but for so many years, Wang He has always been very "clear", and his art school has the highest student passing rate every year, which is largely due to his "personal ability".

At half past eight o'clock in the morning, several people who looked like leaders suddenly walked out of the small door next to the stage, and a person in charge next to the stage hurriedly greeted them and led them to the leadership seat.

Liu Yufan's eyes were sharp, and he could see at a glance that one of those people was Jiang Ya's father.

"Teacher Jiang, what is Uncle Jiang's position in the Municipal Propaganda Department?" is also familiar with Jiang Ya, and Liu Yufan doesn't have so many scruples when he speaks, so he asks directly.

"Oh, he's the Deputy Minister." Jiang Ya didn't seem to be willing to talk about it, but Liu Yufan asked before replying.

"Oh." Liu Yufan said in his heart, and this is indeed the case. But why Jiang Ya is reluctant to talk about it, Liu Yufan is a little puzzled, but this is Jiang Ya's private matter, and he doesn't want to ask too much.

When the leaders arrived, the performance naturally began immediately. Two hosts, a man and a woman, walked out of the side of the stage. Liu Yufan watched Jianghai News and immediately saw that both of them were the hosts of the TV station.

"July, engraved with a persistent belief"

"July, touching our eternal affection"

"Can't forget, the red boat in Jiaxing South Lake"

"I can't forget, the red flag on Jinggang Mountain"

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"Distinguished leaders, distinguished guests, hello everyone!"

"Hello everyone!"

"This is the performance site of the July Hymn - Jianghai City Literary and Art Performance, I am Liu Yong!"

"I'm Jiajia!"

The two hosts skillfully said the opening remarks on the stage, worthy of being professional hosts, and there was a very professional taste when they stood there.

"Mr. Jiang, how about you say you want to bring the two of them to the company as professional wedding hosts." Liu Yufan, who was sitting in the audience, suddenly said.

"Hehe, you really dare to think about it! If you really invite the two of them, it is estimated that those rich guys will have to hold the money and cry and shout and beg them to host, that is the professional host of the city TV station, but you also think about this kind of thing in your heart, it is enjoyable, how big a big name is it? Will come and officiate at your wedding? Don't dream, Liu Yufan. Jiang Ya said and rewarded him with a popping corn. In the past two days, Jiang Ya found that she liked this action more and more, and she wanted to find some reason to knock on Liu Yufan's little head at every turn.

"Maybe that's right, isn't it the host of the city TV station, as long as you get enough price, there's nothing to don't move." Liu Yufan said disapprerovingly. In later generations, not to mention the host of the city TV station, even those CCTV celebrities, who also go out from time to time to "take a private job" or something, who will have trouble with money. No matter how big the name is, it can't stand people from smashing you with money, 10,000 can't be 100,000, 100,000 can't be 1 million, don't you come?

"Yo, it seems that you have a lot of confidence, then when the show is over, you go and invite them, see if you can move?" Jiang Ya looked at Liu Yufan funny and said.

"That's settled, what if I can invite it?" Liu Yufan said confidently.

"Look at what you can, if you really invite them, the conditions are up to you, and whatever you say, you can do anything." Jiang Ya looked at Liu Yufan with a smile.

"Anything?" Liu Yufan looked at Jiang Ya with a smile.

"My words always count, say, what do you want?" Jiang Ya looked at Liu Yufan with a smile and said.

"Let's have a kiss." Looking at Jiang Ya's ruddy lips that exhaled like an orchid, Liu Yufan's brain was short-circuited, and he accidentally said what was in his heart.

"Little pervert, what are you talking about, you also want to take advantage of the teacher's advantage!" Hearing Liu Yufan say such a "rebellious" word, Jiang Ya immediately rewarded him twice.

"Ouch, teacher, you're too ruthless, kidding you, you don't have any sense of humor." Liu Yufan rubbed his head and muttered.

"Who told you to talk but brains! Punish you for going back and cooking for a month! Jiang Ya glanced at Liu Yufan and said.

Looking at Liu Yufan, who was laughing with Jiang Ya without any scruples, Chen Siying's beautiful big eyes widened, and she said in her heart, why did this guy become so bold, what did he say just now? Do you want the teacher to give him a fragrant kiss? How could he say such unashamed words! However, why didn't Mr. Jiang get angry? Although Jiang Ya said that she was very angry, the little girl naturally saw that Jiang Ya was not really angry with Liu Yufan. Why is Mr. Jiang so good-tempered?

Thinking of this, the little girl felt angry for no reason, and twisted her head to the side to ask for the surname not to look at this master and apprentice.

The other team members looked at Liu Yufan with envy, Niu, I have only been in the art team for a few days, and I am so familiar with the teacher, they have been here for a year or two, and it can be seen that Jiang Ya still dare not come out. Although those male students also like the beautiful Jiang Ya, how dare they joke with her like Liu Yufan? Even said the words "enjoy a fragrant kiss", isn't this openly molesting the teacher, if they are replaced, I am afraid that I will not even have the courage to look at Jiang Ya for a while!

That's the difference between a child and a seonghito. Although Liu Yufan is a primary school student, he is an adult's thinking, although there is also pressure with a beautiful teacher, but he is far less affected than those children, from the bottom of his heart, Liu Yufan actually interacts with Jiang Ya with an equal mentality.

A few people were chatting, and the lights on the stage suddenly dimmed, but it turned out that the performance had already begun.

After drawing lots before, the small chorus "Yingshan Hong" of the Fu'an education system ranked fourteenth, which is a relatively low position, so everyone is not in a hurry to prepare.

The first program was the Municipal Health Bureau's dance "Ode to Coral", accompanied by the song "A tree of red flowers shines on the blue sea", more than a dozen girls in red dresses held fans in both hands, dancing on the stage.

"It's embarrassing to put this kind of dance on stage." Liu Yufan thought. After looking at it for a while, he pursed his lips, he was not interested, turned to look at Jiang Ya, and saw that she also looked lacking in interest, the two of them glanced at each other, as if they both knew what the other party was thinking, and smiled slightly at the same time.

"Next, please enjoy the flute solo brought by the No. 7 Middle School in the city, "Raising the Whip to Urge the Horse to Carry Grain", accompanied by the words of the hostess, a slightly chubby boy about fifteen or sixteen years old walked up with a flute in his hand.

"Yo, that's a bit interesting." Liu Yufan also came to be interested, if you want to talk about this flute, Liu also learned a little when he was in school.

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