Zhao Xiaoqiao's mother wielded considerable influence within the cultural and sports system. The principal of No. 2 Middle School personally came out to greet Liang Hongyu, bowing and scraping obsequiously.
Many students from No. 2 Middle School who practice judo are now under Liang Hongyu's tutelage, so the principal naturally greets them with a smile.
However, not everyone listened to the Zhao family; at least one female student didn't give Zhao Xiaoqiao any face.
"You're kidding! You brought a band with that lousy voice? I don't believe you at all." The girl blinked her clear, spring-like eyes, looking completely unconvinced.
Zhao Xiaoqiao got a little impatient: "Really! You don't believe me? When have I ever bragged? You'll believe me when the time comes, Zhang Ling! How about we go see a song and dance performance tonight?"
Zhang Ling was the girl Zhao Xiaoqiao admired; her baby face was exactly to Zhao Xiaoqiao's liking.
Normally, he would never say these things today, even if you beat him to death.
But for some reason, he spoke very fluently today, despite his somewhat shy appearance.
"Watch song and dance? Where can we watch song and dance?" Zhang Ling was a good girl who never went out at night or wandered around. She really didn't know that there was a song and dance troupe performing in Landi City.
"You didn't know that? My godbrother's song and dance troupe is performing in our city right now. My godbrother sings even better than pop stars."
"When did you suddenly have a sworn brother?"
"My mom adopted a godson who's two years older than me, isn't he my godbrother!"
"Your godfather sings?"
“My sworn brother is the mainstay of Bi Sheng’s dance troupe, he’s amazing! They have performances every night, I’ll take you to see them tonight, it won’t cost you anything.”
Zhang Ling was tempted but also hesitant: "My mom won't let me go out at night, so I can't go out."
This is a very regrettable thing, and Zhao Xiaoqiao has no idea what to do.
At this moment, several boys passed by the window of Zhao Xiaoqiao's classroom. One of the tall boys saw Zhao Xiaoqiao and Zhang Ling chatting and laughing and looked displeased.
"Zhao Xiaoqiao! I heard you're going to sing on stage with that hoarse voice? Are you trying to make noise and suffocate us all?"
Zhao Xiaoqiao turned around and saw Gu Liang from Class 4.
Gu Liang is a well-known artistic type on campus, and he's always involved in every school event.
The reason Zhao Xiaoqiao used the word "interfere" instead of "participate" is because, in Zhao Xiaoqiao's eyes, Gu Liang's level was only at the level of "interfering".
Her singing is mediocre, her dancing is stiff, and when she performs skits, her face is expressionless like a mummy.
But his father is the deputy director of the Education Bureau, and Gu Liang's appearance is also acceptable. After all, he is 1.8 meters tall, so even if he is not good-looking, he can't say he is ugly. Therefore, he is always involved in any activities organized by the school.
Despite his skill level, he still has a bunch of female students who are fans of him, and Zhang Ling is one of them.
The moment he saw Gu Liang Zhang Ling, his eyes began to crinkle.
Zhao Xiaoqiao felt angry whenever she thought about this.
“Gu Liang! Whether I sing well or not is my business. If you think it's bad, you can leave when I go on stage. Listen if you want, I'm not forcing you to listen.”
Gu Liang might have slapped anyone else across the face, but he wouldn't dare do that to Zhao Xiaoqiao. He knew what Zhao Xiaoqiao's father did, though he wasn't afraid.
"Alright! I'd like to see what kind of fool you'll make on stage. If you don't sing well, I'll boo you and kick you off the stage."
"as you like."
After leaving Zhao Xiaoqiao's class, Gu Liang started thinking about how to make things difficult for Zhao Xiaoqiao.
Back then, when schools held these kinds of performances, it was usually a cappella, without any accompaniment. Those who were close could hear it, but those who were far away couldn't hear anything clearly.
The simplest way to cause trouble is to stir up trouble.
Gu Liang has no shortage of people; a few dozen people stirring things up would be enough to ruin Zhao Xiaoqiao's show.
But when Gu Liang got backstage and saw that Zhao Xiaoqiao had brought a band, he immediately had an idea.
Liang Liang not only brought a band, but also the power amplifier equipment from the dance troupe.
After some installation, the equipment was completed.
Of course, now that it's installed, it won't be just used by Zhao Xiaoqiao alone. Anyone who needs it for performing on stage can enjoy the service.
Master Hao, who is in charge of sound tuning for the song and dance troupe, was also brought along.
After helping Master Hao install the equipment, Liang Liang chatted with Liang Hongyu, who had already finished exchanging pleasantries with the school's management.
First, he taught Liang Hongyu some makeup skills.
Women in the 1990s were not particularly skilled at makeup. They would usually just brush whatever cream or powder onto their face without any order and that was it.
Seeing their makeup skills, which made snowflakes appear on their faces when the wind blew, even Liang Liang, who didn't know much about makeup, felt annoyed.
Although he himself doesn't wear makeup, his wife in his previous life wore makeup every day. Even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs walk, so he understood a little bit about it.
First, apply a base and primer, then add cushion foundation, concealer, loose powder, and do your eyebrows and eye makeup...
This whole thing completely stunned Liang Hongyu.
"You understand this stuff? Who taught you?"
"Never mind who you learned it from. If you follow my method, I guarantee you'll look fifty or sixty years younger."
"Pah! My godmother is only thirty-nine this year, how could she be fifty or sixty?"
"Hehe! Anyway, as long as you're young, my godfather will definitely be completely infatuated with you and won't be fooling around outside."
"He wouldn't dare!" Liang Hongyu revealed her true colors as a shrew.
"Godmother! We want to rent a theater to put on a decent show. Could you help us get in touch with the theater, and hopefully you can reduce the rental fee for us?"
Liang Liang steered the conversation to the main topic.
At that time, cinemas and theaters were also part of the cultural and sports system, so Liang Hongyu would definitely have a voice.
Liang Hongyu readily agreed.
"It's just for one day, no big deal. I'll run errands for you this afternoon after Xiaoqiao's performance."
While waiting backstage for the performance, Liang Liang told Liang Hongyu about the dance troupe's plan to rent a theater.
Liang Hongyu readily agreed.
The auditorium at Landi No. 2 Middle School is quite spacious. It can easily accommodate five or six hundred people with rows of chairs, and with some small stools and benches in the aisles, it can still squeeze in another two or three hundred people.
The auditorium was packed with students from No. 2 Middle School.
Thanks to the sound equipment, this time everyone, no matter where they were sitting in the auditorium, could hear the performers on stage.
So, regardless of whether the performance on stage was good or not, or how exciting it was, these students applauded enthusiastically.
Zhang Ling also had a singing competition; the song she sang was "Country Road".
She has a good voice, and her vocal tone is quite unique. From her singing, Liang Liang felt that her musical perception must be very good, somewhat like the Malaysian singer Sun Yanzi.
If she enters the music industry in the future and meets a mentor, she might have a very bright future.
Around 10:30, it was Zhao Xiaoqiao's turn to go on stage.
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