After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

It didn't sound like any popular melodies, or hit songs.

Occasionally flipping, flying and falling, the melody of twirling and ethereal dancing is so pleasant that Murong Qiao feels ear-catching after only listening to a section.

There is no description, but it sounds good.

Through the glass on the door, Murong Qiao could only see the movement of the boy's fingertips flying in front of the piano with his back turned to him.

It seems that he is also one of the players this time?

A guess emerged in Murong Qiao's mind, and then he wondered if he should wait for the other party to finish playing the song and ask for his name to write it down.

It's just that the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated untimely, dispelling the thought that had just arisen in Murong Qiao's mind.

Murong Qiao didn't want to disturb the boys playing the piano, so he walked a long distance before answering the phone.

"Sorry Miss Murong, I just answered the phone and didn't see it..." Xu Zhuo apologized first.

In fact, even in terms of the current time, Murong Qiao just arrived here according to the expected time, and Xu Zhuo was not wrong.

It's just that he was forced to answer the phone temporarily just now, and missed Murong Qiao's news unexpectedly.

"It's nothing serious." Murong Qiao said briefly.

Xu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, "Where are you now? The road here is more complicated, I'll go find you."

Hearing that Murong Qiao seemed not angry, Xu Zhuo's tense state dissipated a lot.

Murong Qiao told the location where he got off the car just now, and asked Xu Zhuo again, and the two finally met at the rehearsal site five minutes later.

"That's right, there are some shots and appearances about you at the beginning and the middle, and you need to be a little familiar with the stage structure and route..."

Xu Zhuo didn't dare to delay Murong Qiao's time, so he talked about Murong Qiao's role as a special guest at that time, and tried to complete the work with short and straightforward language and high efficiency.

After all, he was one of the sponsors of the show, and Xu Zhuo's attitude towards Murong Qiao could be called overly respectful.

However, to Xu Zhuo's surprise, Murong Qiao cooperated very well, without the slightest arrogance or condescendingness of the company boss, nor did he make people feel uncomfortable.

The whole process can be described as smooth and flowing, which subverts Xu Zhuo's impression faintly.

"I probably know it in my heart, just walk twice, and go to work if you have something to do."

Thanks to his excellent memory, Murong Qiao walked back and forth a few times according to the procedure, and he probably understood what was going on.

Simply, there is no need for Xu Zhuo to accompany him here, Murong Qiao directly drove the other party away.

Just as Xu Zhuo was about to say that he was fine, the phone rang again.

Just at this time!

He cursed in his heart, apologized to Murong Qiao, then turned around and answered the phone.

"Xu Zhuo, I haven't finished talking to you just now, my brother really wants to be an artist and go to variety shows, do you think about it?" A female voice was on the opposite side.

Xu Zhuo frowned, "Being an artist is no joke, besides——"

"I'm not kidding either." The other side interrupted him.

The female voice was quite serious, "I am an older sister who just wants to fulfill the little wish of a younger brother."

"I don't make it difficult for you, just give him a place to participate. As for whether he can get in, it's his own business."

Hearing what the other party said, Xu Zhuo felt relieved.

As a director, he can easily handle such trivial matters as reserving a spot.

"Wait for your next variety show and I will attend it in my spare time, okay?" The other side threw out another condition.

This lure was enough to win Xu Zhuo's heart.

Xu Zhuo coughed lightly, "I'm only responsible for letting him participate."

"Okay, I'll throw him over with your words." The other party was also unambiguous, and hung up the phone without talking a few words after getting a response.

Xu Zhuo is not the kind of upright person who can't tolerate sand in his eyes. He has produced a lot of variety shows, so he naturally knows what kind of routines are in these.

It's not a loss if you can get a big star to participate in the traffic of a variety show for such a thing as stuffing someone in.

Xu Zhuo calmed down a little, and after finishing the call, he planned to go back to see that Miss Murong.

"Miss Murong just left and asked me to talk to the director." The staff replied.

Murong Qiao was almost familiar with the process and was about to head back home, but halfway along the way, she saw the place where she got off the car when she came.

The footsteps about to leave were stopped by the lights that were still on on the first floor.

Murong Qiao looked in the direction of the light in doubt, sketched out the general terrain in his mind, and vaguely remembered that it seemed to be the place where he heard the sound of the piano just now.

...That person, isn't he still playing?

This idea suddenly came to her mind.

But now it is half past eleven.

Murong Qiao glanced at the time displayed on the phone. If he remembered correctly, he had been rehearsing on stage for at least an hour.

It was the second time to walk the road, and Murong Qiao was familiar with it a lot. She walked to the door of the building and turned two corners. This time, she arrived at the door of the practice room without chasing her ears.

The boy was still sitting where Murong Qiao saw it when he came, as if time had never flowed on him, playing tirelessly.

Murong Qiao gently pushed the door open, and his voice suddenly amplified a lot.

She closed the door with light steps, then stood at the door and waited silently until the end of the song before speaking softly.

"Now it was late."

The boy sitting on the piano bench seemed to be frightened, he paused with his fingertips about to play the next piece, and looked in the direction of Murong Qiao in surprise.

He stood up a little at a loss, "I'm sorry if I bothered you."

This action also allowed Murong Qiao to see clearly the true face of this boy playing the piano.

He has a clean and delicate appearance. At first glance, he looks like a good-looking and powerful senior in school. He wears a white shirt and has loose hair on his forehead. His eyes look like the wind blowing across the grass in spring. The shattered light and the scent of green grass brushed across his face together.

"That's not true." Murong Qiao shook his head, "I think you play pretty well."

"What's the name of this song?" She asked casually.

The boy pursed his lips, "For the time being...there is no name yet, this is my own song."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, he frowned, and added another sentence after a moment of silence.

"My name is Jing Jianbai, and I am a contestant here."

Probably afraid that it would be too weird for him to practice the piano alone at night, and might scare Murong Qiao, Jing Jianbai explained his identity to make his behavior more reasonable.

"Going to bed late will affect the energy of the game, and you can also practice piano during the day." Seeing that the other party played the piano very well, and because he wanted to get to know him better, Murong Qiao said something more rarely.

Although people don't know how, but if what Jing Jianbai said is true, this song is also original by the other party, and it reminds Murong Qiao of the time when he beckoned to Qu Xiu and Qu Xi.

Jing Jianbai's talent is no worse than that of the Qu brothers and sisters.

Jing Jianbai shook his head, "No."

"I also practice the piano during the day, and six hours of sleep is enough."

He answered Murong Qiao's question honestly, with a candid tone that made Jing Jianbai look a bit dazed, but serious.

Murong Qiao didn't speak until he heard it for a while, "So——you played from daytime to now?"

"I went to eat." Jing Jianbai explained seriously.

Murong Qiao raised his hand and raised his forehead because of the answer, "You...forget it."

For a moment, she didn't know what kind of answer to give, and she was a little dumbfounded.

The phone vibrated, it should be the driver who came to pick her up.