Jing Lianzhen was hit by the sudden candy, her shoulders shrank, and then anger flashed in her eyes.
Everyone present was shocked by Mr. Bao's actions. Apart from Mr. Bao's shrill applause, no one dared to make any other sound.
“Clatter—”
Sugar was scattered all over the floor.
The artists who were on good terms with Jing Lianzhen dared not speak out, but Yu Jinke, in order to prevent the atmosphere from getting dull, followed Mr. Bao in applauding, while the rest of the people could only laugh and applaud awkwardly.
Yu Jinke said a few words to smooth things over: "It's because our pop queen sang so beautifully, and Mr. Bao was too excited for a moment."
"Teacher Jing, you've worked hard. Please go back to your seat. I'll ask the waiter to bring you a glass of honey water to moisten your throat."
Jing Lianzhen's originally gentle face was expressionless, and her hands were clenched into fists.
She walked stiffly back to her seat.
At this time, the waiter came up with honey water. Jing Lianzhen took a look at the honey water and then looked at Mr. Bao who had an arrogant expression opposite her.
After a long silence, Jing Lianzhen chose to sit down.
She chose to compromise with reality.
She still wants to stay in the entertainment industry, and "Girl Group 202" is a resource she has finally obtained.
But she did not regret choosing to help Wen Xi. Seeing a junior being bullied like this, Jing Lianzhen really couldn't stand idly by.
Looking at Jing Lianzhen's forbearing expression, Mr. Bao proudly threw a peanut into his mouth. He crossed his legs and looked at Wen Xi, "Is it your turn?"
Yu Jinke also took the opportunity to look at Wen Xi who was beside Jing Lianzhen: "Wen Xi, the other artists have already performed. It would be unreasonable for you not to show your talents to liven up the atmosphere now, right?"
Wen Xi raised her eyes when she heard that. Her tone sounded very reluctant: "Well, then, I'll dedicate a song to Mr. Bao."
Mr. Bao secretly thought that Director Yu was indeed resourceful. Wen Xi was so tough just now, but now he had to perform for him to entertain him.
He gave a lewd smile, the flesh on his face squeezed together: "Hey, wait, I'm still not happy about your toast just now."
"Well, since you're going to perform a song, it's too casual to dress like this. Why don't you wear the waiter's clothes?"
Mr. Bao pointed at the waiter standing by.
This is a Chinese restaurant, so the waiters' attire is also very distinctive. The girls wear cheongsams and the boys wear long gowns.
Mr. Bao picked his teeth and looked at Wen Xi's figure: "You have to wear the smallest size."
When they heard Mr. Bao's request, many people at the scene were looking forward to the show, after all, they were not going to wear it themselves.
They wanted to see how Wen Xi, who had always been able to resolve crises intelligently, would handle the situation this time.
However, what the audience didn't expect was that Wen Xi didn't argue with Mr. Bao at all. He just said in a cold tone, "Okay, I'll go change my clothes and get ready."
Mr. Bao said with satisfaction: "That's pretty good."
He folded his arms and commented, "Artists need to act like they should when it comes to investment."
"Why do you have to put on airs in front of me so early in the morning?"
Faced with Mr. Bao's ridicule, Wen Xi did not say a word. He quietly packed his canvas bag, as if he was going to change his clothes.
Chi Anna was secretly happy to see Wen Xi's compromise, but she had to pretend to be distressed: "The air conditioning in the private room is so low. Will Wen Xi catch a cold wearing a cheongsam?"
Someone nearby said, "Why do you feel sorry for Wen Xi? She did it herself!"
Everyone echoed: "If we had known this would happen, why did we do it in the first place?"
"If she had just sat next to Mr. Bao and toasted him for the entire afternoon, why would she have ended up in such a embarrassing situation in front of everyone?"
"Yes, if she was just offering a toast, she could still be a guest. But now she's making a fuss. If she changes her clothes, she's no different from the waiters who sing songs in ancient restaurants."
"I thought Wen Xi would continue to be stubborn."
"It's normal to be overconfident when you've just become popular. Now you can see clearly where you stand. You're nothing in front of capital."
They chatted back and forth, standing as bystanders, having already forgotten their own helplessness and forbearance when they were subjected to unspoken rules at the banquet.
Wen Xi's resistance and bravery seemed like a joke to them.
Wen Xi put on her bag and stood up to change her clothes. Jing Lianzhen, who was sitting next to Wen Xi, suddenly grabbed her and seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.
The complex emotions in Jing Lianzhen's eyes made Wen Xi stunned for a moment, but Wen Xi understood that Jing Lianzhen was worried about him.
Wen Xi responded to Jing Lianzhen's reassuring look: "It's okay, thank you for your concern, senior."
Jing Lianzhen spoke with self-blame in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If I hadn't dragged you to sit next to me just now, wouldn't this awkward situation have happened?"
Wen Xi didn't expect Jing Lianzhen to think this way. She was shocked by these words.
Neither myself in the previous life nor the original owner of this life had ever met a kind senior like Jing Lianzhen in the entertainment industry.
Not only did he help me out of the predicament, but even when Mr. Bao hit me with candy, he didn't take his anger out on me.
Wen Xi's heart was touched. Just as she turned to leave, she gently said to Jing Lianzhen, "Don't worry. I will repay you for all the grievances you just suffered."
Wen Xi followed the waiter to change clothes.
On the way, Wen Xi touched the canvas bag she carried with her. She had been practicing suona hard these days to prepare for the Qixi Festival Gala, so she carried a suona in her bag.
I didn't expect that I would be able to show off my skills in front of everyone today.
Since we are dedicating a song to Mr. Bao, of course we have to play some underworld music!
Wen Xi said to the card drawing system, "System, I want to do a ten-draw combo right now! Limited keywords: Funeral-specific, suona music!"
"The host has been awarded the special funeral songs: 'Crying at the Fifth Watch', 'Crying at Farewell', 'Funeral Procession', 'A Thousand Sheets of Paper', and 'Crying at the Seventh Gate'...
Wen Xi pondered, which song should she play better?
Or a skewer?
Just when Wen Xi was struggling to decide which "yin music" to play, she discovered that among these suona music cards, there was a suona music card called "The Grand Funeral" with very special notes.
"Specify one person to play this piece of music, and they will receive a surprise gift: [Misfortune]!"
Wen Xi's eyes lit up: "Okay, okay, it's decided to be you!"
Just then there was a knock on the door of the dressing room: "Ma'am, I found the clothes you wanted."
Wen Xi put the canvas bag down and checked: "It's the smallest size, right? It's too big for me to wear."
The waitress outside the door said: "This is already the smallest size work uniform in the store."
*
Five minutes later, the locker room door opened.
The man who came out was wearing a gray gown, a black top hat on his head, and a pair of round fortune-telling sunglasses on his nose.
She carried a canvas bag across her shoulder and a golden suona in her right hand.
This outfit perfectly replicates the classic outfit worn during traditional musical instrument performances!
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