"Well, thank you Sister Xi. It was all thanks to you just now..." Ming Sheng said with gratitude.

Wen Xi waved her hand nonchalantly, "Don't thank me. Even if this hadn't happened, I'd still want to deal with that jerk. If your skills aren't good enough, just practice a few more times at home. You're keeping everyone awake and still acting arrogant. Now that I've let out a sigh of relief, I finally feel better."

After Wen Xi finished speaking, he stretched his waist lazily and stretched his limbs.

"Anyway, I still have to thank you," the kitten even used a respectful title and whispered, "By the way, you asked me to do it just now. I hesitated not because I was scared, but because I was, I was just..."

Maybe Wen Xi's question "Are you still a man?" hit him too hard, Ming Sheng tried very hard to explain that he was still manly.

"You just don't like doing this kind of thing?"

"Yeah." Ming Sheng nodded vigorously.

Alas, what a kind little kitten! Its claws haven’t even grown out yet, right?

Wen Xi sighed inwardly.

"How did you get involved with someone like this?"

"Once, we were at an event together, and I simply asked him not to smoke in the elevator, but we ended up being enemies. Today, he was having trouble recording the show, and the director compared him to me. He must have been pissed, so we bumped into each other in the bathroom..."

Wen Xi glanced at him. It was no wonder. They both went for the cute look. With Ming Sheng being like this and being a newcomer, Hou Jie wouldn't tolerate her. It would be strange if he didn't find fault with her.

"Is your hand okay? I still have to play the piano later."

"No, nothing."

The boy said, putting his hands behind his back.

The two returned to the waiting hall.

Just like when they left, some people were dozing off, while others were chatting quietly while keeping an eye on the movements at the front desk.

"Hey, little ancestor, why did you come back just now? Hurry up and get ready. It will be your turn in two more performances."

Seeing Ming Sheng, the assistant hurried over to pull him over, intending to touch up his makeup.

The young man groaned in pain and subconsciously shook off the other person's hand.

"How did you…"

Before the assistant finished speaking, he saw some bloody spots on the back of his hand.

"Oh, how did you do this? Why are you injured like this?" the assistant exclaimed.

The boy bit his lip and said, "Nothing, I just fell and got hurt accidentally, it's okay."

"You call this okay?!" the assistant exclaimed, "Hey, my dear little ancestor, you're going to play the piano later. If the camera comes at you, your hands..."

The assistant stared at the back of his hand, which was red, swollen and slightly scarred, and was so anxious that he was running around. For a moment, he was like an ant on a hot pan, at a loss as to what to do.

"Can't you please just stop filming my hands, cameraman?" The boy thought simply.

"How can that be? You're playing a lyre, a lyre!" The assistant was about to collapse. "What if there's no footage of your hand and people say you're faking it?"

The seven-stringed zither is China's oldest plucked string instrument, used in ancient times as both a ritual instrument and a musical instrument. Its range is vast, and its timbre is profound and moving. Because of its antiquity, few people know how to play it, and even fewer can play it well.

Ming Sheng has been learning the pipa for decades since childhood, and he also practiced for a long time before participating in this program before he could master the seven-stringed instrument. According to the company, he wanted to use this program as an opportunity to gain some fame, but now his hands are like this...

Finished request!

This time it’s definitely over!

The young assistant squatted on the ground, stroking his hair, looking at a loss.

Ming Sheng had just debuted and was not well-known, so he only had this one assistant by his side.