The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

"Have people left?" An Chen asked when he saw a large number of people returning to the gymnasium.

"They haven't left just now. After locking the door, they should have gone back to do their business now."

"Okay, you guys should sit down when you come back." An Chen asked them to come back, then turned around and went to Wei Ze.

"Grandpa, what did you say?"

"You tell me, grandpa, listen."

An Chen nodded, and then took out his cute little trumpet.

"Now I want you to listen to what I have to say. Our rehearsal this time is indeed to express some of our dissatisfaction with certain things, but it is not to instigate you to go against the school.

We will still participate in the performance of the school anniversary program. We did not go to the rehearsal. What I just mentioned is one aspect, and there is another aspect. I want to ensure the confidentiality of our program.

Now let me tell you about my general arrangement. We went to see the performance venue a few days ago. The chorus members did not perform on stage. The location I arranged for you was on the street next to the seats.

There are three rows of streets, and we want people standing on each street. There is no equipment, so we rely on manpower to create a 3D surround effect.

After the rehearsal at the school, I will take you to the final venue to practice your stance. Now everyone continues to rehearse. "

An Chen told everyone present the general arrangements and plans.

The rehearsal below went on as usual, and soon various sounds began to sound again, and then slowly converged into a stream of music, and finally they formed a neat ensemble.

This was the first time for Wei Ze and Director Li to hear everyone playing together, and the current effect was already very satisfying.

An Chen was looking at her seriously when Ling Han poked her with his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"An Xiaochen, someone is calling you."

After hearing this, An Chen looked at his phone and saw that it was Huazhi.

"Brother." An Chen found a quieter place and answered the phone.

"Baby Chen, I've arrived at the Shanghai Airport. Are you at the Conservatory of Music now? I'll be there right away."

"What? Brother, you're in Shanghai! I'm at the Conservatory of Music. Come on! Come on! Come on! I'll take you to the show."

An Chen was a little surprised when he heard that Huazhi had arrived in Shanghai, but he was immediately happy.

Fang Yan also sent her a message. He would arrive tomorrow. Fang Yan was considered a guest at the Performance Academy. However, due to the ticket fraud incident at the Performance Academy, and his relationship with An Chen, Fang Yan had defected to the Conservatory of Music.

After An Chen answered the phone, he ran back excitedly and told Ji Xuan and the others about it.

"Hua Zhi?" Fu Yanxing has never met Hua Zhi and doesn't know about this person's existence, but seeing An Chen so happy must be a very important person.

"Brother Huazhi is a person I have known for a long time. He will come to introduce you later."

Fu Yanxing nodded. He was looking forward to meeting Hua Zhi. He wanted to meet someone who could make An Chen so happy. In fact, there is no purpose. I just want to secretly learn some lessons. After all, the road to chasing my wife is long.

The rehearsal was still going on here. After about half an hour, someone very close to the door stood up and came over to have a word with An Chen.

"There seemed to be someone knocking on the door. It seemed they came to rehearse with us."

"Jiang Yuan, there's someone knocking on the door. Get a few people to go out and have a look." An Chen directly sent the most intimidating person out. "If they still come to us for rehearsal, tell them not to come."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded, then opened the door and walked out with the people just now.

The person at the door was still the one who came to see them rehearse, but it was a different time. Seeing Jiang Yuan barging in so aggressively, the force of the knock on the door was half as strong.

Submitting yourself to the judgment of others is a source of insecurity and doubt.