resistance?

"Now, everyone wants me to get out of the entertainment industry." Jun chuckled and laughed at himself, "Have you never used my emoticon pack?"

"I..." Leng Mo hurriedly explained, "I don't mean that."

"I know." Jun chuckled, then his tone turned serious, "I only have one life, don't let yourself down."

Without saying anything more, she raised her hands and landed on the keys, and played a scale neatly.

She admires this young man very much and hopes to give him a chance, but this does not mean that she likes to point fingers at other people's lives.

She has given him the opportunity, and it is Leng Mo's business to choose.

"Okay, let's go to class for the official. Today we start with the basic scales. Now we sing with me, do, re, mi... the voice is relaxed, my mouth open...yes...good...and again..."

After practicing for more than half an hour, Jun Qing took his finger away from the piano and raised his wrist to take a look at the time.

"I have a compulsory course to be taught. I just taught you. You can practice it yourself first. See you in the activity room in the afternoon."

"Jun Qing." Leng Mo chased behind her and asked sincerely, "If I want to make the music I like, how should I start?"

Jun Qing held the violin and turned his face to him.

"Two paths: First, find a good record company, rely on the company to make achievements, and transform into an independent musician; second, make independent music by yourself, this path is difficult, after all... a stage without anyone applauding is very lonely."

"What about you?"

"Me?" Jun Qing curled her lips and smiled, "When my contract expires, I will open my own studio, make music, make movies, write musicals, and release albums for talented young people like you...do everything I want to do."

Carrying the bag on her body, she strode over, opened the door of the practice room, and turned her face to Leng Mo.

"Come on, Leng Mo!"

Many important decisions in life require others to push them.

For example: the cold silence at this moment.

Jun Qing's few words have already caused the big boy's heart to burst into huge waves.

Standing there, Leng Mo frowned and fell into deep thought.

Leng Mo is one year older than Jun and is about to enter the senior year.

Because of his outstanding talent since childhood, several famous music schools in foreign countries have extended olive branches to him in the past two years.

My father also hoped that he would go to a prestigious foreign university to further study and become a top cellist.

Leng Mo knew very well that that was not the way he wanted to go.

Now, it’s time to make a decision!

...

...

In a blink of an eye, it was already Friday.

After two weeks of intense preparations, the musical theater club's performance has entered the final preparation stage.

The exquisitely printed posters have been posted on all the school’s bulletin boards, and the school’s radio station has also promoted the matter.

On the auditorium stage, all kinds of required equipment and stage props are already in place.

In the backstage of the auditorium, Jun Qing ordered the two makeup artists Zhao Yiyi found to be doing makeup for the actors.

After careful assessment, a lot of new blood was absorbed in the club.

These new members cannot perform on stage, but they are more than enough to help and prepare props or something.

...

Everything was carried out in an orderly manner under the command of Jun Qing.

Opposite the auditorium, upstairs.

Student Union President Zhou Shaochuan stood by the office window frowned, staring at the door of the auditorium from afar, with his lips raised and sneered.
Chapter completed!