This instructor is Wen Yu, who is a young man and an artist.

The program team invited him to come and was much more tolerant of these young people than Xi Nancheng.

Meng Fu has supported a major highlight of the show. The rumors about her are much more known within the show than on the Internet.

In a talent show, a trainee who didn't even know the simplified score appeared.

Wen Yu changed her impression a little last time, thinking that she is still a talented person.

But now...

Wen Yu looked at the words on the white paper, with a straight posture, an iron-painted silver hook, without any restraint. At first glance, he was written by someone with a very deep foundation. The words look like people, and the words are so beautiful that they are so beautiful.

Wen Yu is good at studying calligraphy and painting, and he feels inferior to Meng Fu's word.

Just looking at these words, they are almost two different images from the one who is short-sighted and knowledgeable in the show that Wen Yu saw in the previous show.

Wen Yu was surprised.

"Teacher Wen?" Xi Nancheng was thinking about Ye Shuning's question. When he walked to the door, he found that Wen Yu had not followed.

Wen Yu was a little reluctant, then he withdrew his gaze, walked forward two steps, and spoke in surprise: "I just discovered that Meng Fu's handwriting is very beautiful, go and take a look."

"Symbol?" Xi Nancheng glanced at the table and smiled, "Teacher Wen, maybe you can look at Ye Shuning's calligraphy. She won the second prize in calligraphy, but she never mentioned it on the show. When you see her calligraphy, you will know that some of the characters are not calligraphy."

The whole show is to make Ye Shuning alone, keeping Ye Shuning popular every once in a while.

Listening to Xi Nancheng's words, Wen Yu paused: "Nancheng, you are too prejudiced to Meng Fu."

Xi Nancheng smiled and didn't explain anymore, "Teacher Wen, I still have something to do."

Everyone else is practicing dancing, but she is the only one who writes. Xi Nancheng is used to this kind of trick in the circle.

Xi Nancheng also had to discuss with the director to invite Ye Shuning to his private teacher, and greeted Wen Yu and left directly, without looking at the paper on the table.

**

bathroom.

Meng Fu leaned against the door, held the earphones in one hand and stuffed them into his ears. He turned on the faucet with the other hand and washed away the light black mark on his hands. "Sister Zhao?"

The person who called her was Zhao Fan.

"You can find time to come out in the evening, at 6 o'clock," Zhao Fan should be still in the company, and his voice was a little quiet, "Brother Su is back, remember, you must not be late."

Meng Fu leaned against the sink and began to slowly wash his other hand: "If anything is wrong, we will rehearse tonight."

She knew that Brother Su in Zhao Fan's mouth was her assistant.

To be precise, Assistant Yun, who only lives in the mouths of female reporters and Zhao Fan.

After following the slave reporter for a month, Meng Fu had never seen anyone once.

Of course, Meng Fu didn’t understand why Zhao Fantang, an agent, called an assistant "Brother Su"?

"You have always wanted to find a vocal teacher. A few days ago, I told Brother Su that he would help you find one. He happened to come back today, so he should help you find the teacher," Zhao Fan pressed his phone with his hand and said, "Remember, I will pick you up at 5 pm."

Zhao Fan hung up the phone.

Meng Fu raised his hand and drew a piece of paper from the side of washing his hands, wiped his hands dry before going to Tang Ze to ask for leave.

Although Tang Ze was a little surprised, he did not make things difficult for her.

Meng Fu is a bit special in the entire program team. Others, including Ye Shuning, have never left the program team during training. Meng Fu is exceptional. He comes and leaves whenever he wants. Before that time, he rarely lives in the program team.

Even the director acquiesced to this point.

Tang Ze sometimes suspects that Meng Fu has an extremely huge backstage.

Xi Nancheng came from the other side and happened to see Meng Fu leaving Tang Ze's office.

"Why did she come to find Teacher Tang?" Xi Nancheng glanced at Meng Fu's back and asked the staff.

The staff paused, "Ask for leave, it seems like they are going..."

Xi Nancheng raised his hand directly and said lightly: "No need to say about her."

**

at the same time.

City T.

An old restaurant in the old street, with the fragrance of tea everywhere.

On the second floor, near the window, the old man sitting on the chair was very elegantly playing the erhu, and the girl beside him sang softly.

It seems to be the illusion that it brings people into another world.

Soon, Zhao Fan brought Meng Fu in.

When he arrived at the second floor, Zhao Fan looked around, asked the waiter, determined a private room, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Soon, the word "六" came from it.

Zhao Fan signaled Meng Fu and immediately pushed the door open and went in.

The private room was not big, and sandalwood seemed to be burning inside, strands of which made Zhao Fan's originally nervous heart slightly calm down.

Meng Fu kept lowering his head and playing with his phone, looking lazy and his mouth curled up as if it were.

She couldn't help but raise her head when she smelled the sandalwood.

I saw a man standing by the window at a glance.

The other party was wearing a clean white thread, clean and flat, with a elegant figure, just like a green bamboo.

"Brother Su." Zhao Fan lowered his voice and spoke.

Su Cheng turned around, and Meng Fu saw that he was holding a teacup in his hand. The clear joints reflected the green teacup, which became more and more white and slender, like a cold jade. He put down the teacup and raised his head slightly. The light blurred his outline: "Sit first, and the person will arrive soon."

The voice is calm, like the clear stream in the cold night of the stars.

Meng Fu dragged a chair and sat down, rubbed his ears with his hands. The sound was really nice.

She just sat down.

Someone knocked outside.

Zhao Fan immediately stood up, "It must be the teacher who is here!"

She went straight to open the door.

There was a middle-aged man outside, and he followed Zhao Fan in, "May I ask, are you Mr. Su the one Mr. Chen mentioned?"

"Hello," Su Cheng paused on Meng Fu's face, and he looked at the middle-aged man and raised his hand to have someone re-put a pot of tea, "Her Chen tells you the situation?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

Su Cheng poured a pot of tea again, and Zhao Fan quickly explained Meng Fu's situation to the middle-aged man with tactfulness.

"You said it was her?" The middle-aged man then understood the reason and turned his eyes to Meng Fu.

Zhao Fan nodded, "That's right."

The middle-aged man frowned. He glanced at Meng Fu, thought for a while, but shook his head, "Sorry, I have already taken over a student this afternoon."

If it were in the past, he would not have refused easily by the person introduced by Mr. Chen.

But this time it was different. The student was introduced to him by Xi Nancheng in the afternoon. When Zhao Fan just said that, he also introduced the fact that Meng Fu did not know any music theory, which almost made him wonder if Zhao Fan was here to ruin the situation.

If you choose one of the two, you don’t need to think about it at all.

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Chapter completed!