But Wen Xi remained calm and continued to complete the performance despite his stumbling, and was still calm and composed when he left the stage.
His debut spot in the talent show was blocked, he failed the college entrance examination three times, and his company was as broken as a dog-skin plaster that he couldn't get rid of. Faced with such a situation, Wen Xi was able to remain calm.
Such people are determined in their goals and are resilient, and will definitely become strong in the future.
Shi Yue couldn't imagine how strong it could become.
Wen Xi has such an awesome appearance and such an awesome personality, and he is still very popular now. What he lacks now is good works.
However, Wen Xi seemed to have missed the point: "You also think my songs are bad?"
Shi Yue: "No, that's not what I meant!"
Although the song was not very good, Shi Yue couldn't explain it clearly.
He simply changed the subject: "What piece are you going to perform tomorrow? If there's anything you don't understand in the music, you can ask me."
"I'm the bassist, but I also played guitar for a year or two."
Wen Xi looked at him deeply when she heard that. She remembered that when the band members were mocking him behind his back, this guy was the only one who didn't say anything.
"Thank you, I'll find you if I need anything."
Wen Xi and Shi Yue waved goodbye and left the music store with their music bags.
As soon as she left the piano store, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up wildly. This feeling of being favored by others made her feel very happy.
After a busy day, she was physically and mentally exhausted, but now she was full of energy again.
After Wen Xi returned to the hotel, he washed up, tidied himself up, and went into the KTV room to practice guitar and sing along.
She didn't know how long she had been in the karaoke room. She only knew that in the end she could play the music score with her eyes closed. Then she exited the system space, returned to the bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, Wen Xi recovered his energy after a good sleep and got up to practice guitar in real life.
After several hours of review and practice in the space last night, this time as soon as her fingers touched the guitar strings, her muscle memory was awakened, and she became fluent after only playing and singing three times.
Wen Xi, who wanted to be safe, practiced until the production crew knocked on the door and asked the guests to go down for breakfast.
"Okay, I'll be right there!"
Wen Xi took his hands, which were rubbed red by the strings, out of the warm water.
After drying her hands, she turned on her phone and showed the wallpaper of the God of Wealth.
Putting her cell phone on the table, she put her hands together and placed them on her forehead, praying devoutly to the God of Wealth, asking him to bless the food festival to go smoothly.
Wen Xi and the program crew came to the Daoxiang Food Festival together.
She was surprised to find that the interns not only executed the ideas she proposed well, but also came up with new ideas.
For example, the campus bus picks up L University for free at the high-speed rail station, and when leaving, you can be taken to the high-speed rail station for free by using your mobile payment record of the food festival.
Interns majoring in tourism management also paid for a customized pick-up service, customizing travel routes for tourists, having lunch at the food festival, taking them to the city center for sightseeing in the afternoon, and then picking them up again in the evening to watch the music festival.
This place is located in the suburbs and accommodation is cheaper than in the city center. The interns have already contacted the surrounding B&B and hotel businesses to arrange group purchase discounts.
Wen Xi was amazed by the tricks everyone came up with. Some of these projects were successful and profitable, while others failed. Wen Xi praised them all. He believed that such small projects would not lose money, so failure would be considered experience. If the pilot project was successful, the profits it could bring would be immeasurable in the future.
Wen Xi has already sent all the project's expense bills to Chef Li's Catering Group. It's a relief to have someone backing you up!
Everything is ready for the Daoxiang Food Festival and the music festival is also basically ready.
Today is the last day of recording the first episode of the program "National Style Youth". After recording this episode, we can go home and have a week's rest.
Wen Xi looked refreshed. There were many minor accidents during the process, but overall it went very smoothly. It seemed that God was blessing her!
"Director Xiao Wen, we have an intern here!"
After stretching, Wen Xi heard someone calling her: "Come on!"
*
Ten thirty in the morning.
At the entrance of the Rice Fragrance Food Festival, which was built with straw and colorful lights, a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat and a floral shirt walked into the main venue of the Rice Fragrance Food Festival with six people.
Looks like a tourist group.
The young man walking next to the middle-aged man looked at the orderly food festival venue. He took out his phone to take a selfie and couldn't help but say to the middle-aged man, "Boss Yang, you have to say, this venue is really well organized."
Boss Yang slapped Assistant Guo on the head, knocking his sunglasses off: "You're boosting others' ambitions, but you're destroying your own prestige!"
Boss Yang brought his son Yang Fei here today, who just finished the college entrance examination. Yang Fei is an introvert and stays at home a lot.
This time, Yang Fei finally came out with him, and that little bastard Assistant Guo actually praised other people's night markets in front of his son.
Where can he, as a father, put his face?
Walking on the right of Boss Yang is his son Yang Fei. Unlike Boss Yang's rough appearance, the young man is fair and gentle, looks very introverted, and has a pair of glasses on his nose. It is obvious that he is a very good reader.
Yang Fei didn't say much along the way, and even when he spoke, his voice was as soft as a mosquito.
"Boss Yang, that scarecrow-shaped popsicle looks delicious."
Assistant Guo glanced at the stall selling popsicles by the gate. It seemed that three young students were running the stall. The popsicles they sold were very exquisite and not expensive, only 5 yuan.
Boss Yang slapped him on the back of the head again and said, "I'd rather die than spend money on their food festival."
Assistant Guo pointed at Yang Fei with grievance: "You brought your son to the food festival, and you didn't buy him anything to eat?"
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