"It seems that the audience is really pitiful, they don't even bother to go home, just waiting for us Feng Miaochun to take the stage and save their ears!"

"Class master, do you need to let Boss Feng take the stage early?"

"No—" The head of the class touched his mustache, his eyes full of ill intentions: "Good thing...... You'll have to wait to have it! ”

"The class master is wise!"

The little guy complimented.

The class master snorted coldly: "If it weren't for the credibility of the garden, Lao Tzu would still want to postpone it for half an hour!" ”

After all, the ticket of the Listening Garden has the time printed on it.

But it didn't take long for the class owner to stop laughing.

"The class master is not good!"

The little guy hurried in.

"Panicked, what kind of system?" The class leader reprimanded with a cold face: "What the hell is going on, tell me slowly." ”

"Back to the class master, after seeing those audience coming out of the restaurant, the little one went straight to the opposite side......"

"What?" The class leader was shocked for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "What the hell is going on?" ”

At the same time, the class owner also discovered one more thing.

Seeing that Feng Miaochun is about to sing on stage, why hasn't the audience entered yet?

It won't be ......

The class leader suddenly thought of a possibility, but he quickly snuffed it out.

How can the group of local chickens and dogs in the spring be compared with Feng Miaochun?

"Class master, what should we do?"

The little guy asked in a panic.

What to do?

How do I know what to do?

The class leader pretended to be calm: "What's the panic, you go down first, let me think of a way." ”

"Yes."

Not long after the little guy retreated, he ran in again: "Class master, class master, those audiences have come to our listening garden!" ”

The class owner looked proud, and was about to say something, but he heard the little guy say with a bitter face: "However, they are here to refund the ticket!" ”

"What?"

The class leader fell on his back and almost collapsed to the ground.

The little guy hurriedly helped the class master up and asked, "Class master, are you okay?" ”

"I ...... I'm fine. ”

The head of the class reluctantly stood up: "I'll go out and have a look." ”

Walking to the door of the ticket office, the class owner looked at a large number of people gathered, all holding tickets in their hands, obviously coming to refund the tickets.

The class leader felt that his heart was a little unbearable.

Because of the wonderful spring, the tickets for their listening garden are sold in advance.

It didn't take long for it to be sold out, and there was never a refund.

It is precisely because there is no refund that he once put down his words, if the ticket is refunded, it will be refunded in full without any handling fee.

After the audience who refunded the tickets was almost finished, the class owner walked to the ticket office, and his voice trembled a little: "How much has been refunded?" ”

"More than 400 ......"

When the class leader heard this data, he almost fell on his back.

You must know that there are only 500 tickets for each show in Changting Garden, and now eighty percent of them have been refunded......

Although there are only a few dozen people, they sing like this, even if there is only one audience, they have to sing on stage.

The head of the class looked at the always lively and noisy theater, and now there are only so many dozens of people seated.

These people are all die-hard fans of Feng Miaochun, but there are a few who don't know each other, which comforts the class owner a little.

But who knew that I heard those faces chatting about the sky-

"If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't buy a ticket on the other side, who would listen to this kind of cliché in the listening garden, I watched this kind of play more than a hundred times, and I almost memorized their lyrics!"

"That's right, Boss Lu is still very good, and he can always get some novelty gadgets to make our days not so boring!"

"Who made us slow and didn't rob those people!"

"However, I bought a ticket for tomorrow."

"I also bought ......"

Because Feng Miaochun hadn't yet appeared on stage, those die-hard fans were bored, so they asked with some curiosity: "Mrs. Zhao, is it Mantangchun on the other side of what you said?" ”

"It's not a full house, it's Jiufu Grand Theater, the boss of Jiufu Deal, it's not a drama, it's a drama, not to mention how interesting!"

"Really? I'll check it out another day! ”

"Another day?" Someone laughed: "Tomorrow's tickets are sold out, do you think the opposite side is the Changting Garden, you can buy tickets whenever you want......"

"No, I've got to grab one too!"

I have to have what others have, and what I rush to buy is the best!

When the class leader heard this, he almost fell on his back.

"Feng Miaochun is on stage, come and see!"

As soon as they heard that Feng Miaochun was on stage, everyone couldn't help but set their eyes on the stage.

"The king is exhausted, how can the concubine talk about life!"

Feng Miaochun wears a ruyi crown, orchid bubbles, silk hairpins, beautiful makeup, a cloak with blue trim on a yellow background, and a long sword in hand, wanting to kill herself.

However, at this moment, Feng Miaochun looked at the few audiences in the audience, and the lyrics were out of tune, and even almost hurt himself.

Seeing this change, the head of the class collapsed directly to the ground.

It's over, it's really over!

If the audience is full, it doesn't matter if there is a small mistake, because you are willing to hold him.

It's really not good, just a few gags can fool the past, anyway, there are so many audiences.

But now, these people are itching from the bottom of their hearts, and of course they will have extremely high requirements for Feng Miaochun.

What's more, Feng Miaochun made such a big mistake.

The class owner hurriedly got up from the ground, ran to the stage and pulled Feng Miaochun to apologize: "I'm really sorry, Miaochun has been unwell these days, so there was a mistake, let Miaochun sing a song to you, and make a compensatory to you." ”

Where is Feng Miaochun still in the mood to sing a song now, it is obviously a cheerful song, but it was almost sung by him as a mourning song.

Especially Feng Miaochun's reluctant appearance annoyed you even more.

"What the hell, this is ......"

"What a mess of singing!"

"If you can't sing, get out!"

"It's just a play, and I really think of myself as a character!"

"Refund!!"

"Refund!!"

Everyone shouted for a refund, and even those die-hard fans looked at Feng Miaochun with a bad face.

They came to listen to Feng Miaochun's singing, not to see Feng Miaochun's appearance.

Some people left with their sleeves up, and some people clamored for a refund.

Listening to the garden, it can be regarded as losing all face!

Seeing this farce, the class master did not hesitate to give Feng Miaochun a loud ear.

There is an audience holding it, you are the pillar!

Without an audience, you're nothing!

In the final analysis, Feng Miaochun is just a ninth-rate drama, something even more despicable than a prostitute.

"Useless stuff!"

Originally, even if there was a small mistake, it would be good to sing a song to the masters, and it would be good to coax, this is a rescue.

But who knew that Feng Miaochun was proud of his identity and sang reluctantly, annoying the last audience.

Looking at the empty audience, the more the class owner thought about it, the more angry he became, and directly kicked Feng Miaochun off the stage.

Feng Miaochun lay on the ground, and a trace of unwilling hatred flashed in her eyes.