Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 391 - 242: Music Academy’s Spring Gala Mobilization Meeting, the Center of Attention, Young Creative Lead Teacher Xu _2

Chapter 391: Chapter 242: Music Academy’s Spring Gala Mobilization Meeting, the Center of Attention, Young Creative Lead Teacher Xu _2

“Busy?”

“No, on my way somewhere, got something going on,” Xu Qingyan didn’t overthink it and casually asked, “What’s up?”

“There’s a thing, Xiangnan Orange Platform has invited me to their cross-year party,” Pei Muchan said calmly, “They want me to sing ‘Blue and White Porcelain,’ something with an ancient style.”

“So, I’m seeking your authorization,” she said.

Xu Qingyan was taken aback, “Uh… you called just to crack this not-so-cold joke with me? Authorization… you can handle that yourself.”

Cough cough,” she cleared her throat lightly, “Just letting you know, I might have to go to Xiangnan this month. Are you heading back to Xinghai this month?”

“Not sure, can’t say now, might be different in a while,” Xu Qingyan lowered his voice, “Ancient style… actually, I have other stuff stored up, do you want to consider those?”

On the other end of the line, Pei Muchan asked curiously.

“You have more? How do they compare to ‘Blue and White Porcelain’?”

“That… uh, probably not as good,” Xu Qingyan felt a bit embarrassed, swallowing back the “Orchid Pavilion Preface” he was about to mention.

Indeed, “Blue and White Porcelain” already had the accompaniment ready. Once over there, just arranging it with a few other elements, it would be almost ready to be performed on stage.

Pursuing new songs just for the sake of it seemed somewhat to miss the point on such a stage.

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“Alright then, when are you setting off to Xiangnan?”

“Day after tomorrow, need to discuss things with them,” Pei Muchan said with an air of rulership contemplating further, pausing for a few seconds before adding, “Want to see the snow in Chang’an.”

That quieted Xu Qingyan; this was his talk of seeing the snow in Chang’an in December. Who knew Pei Muchan would suddenly get invited, with work coming too fast.

Turning down Xiangnan Orange Platform was clearly unrealistic and foolish, they both understood. The olive branch being extended by Orange Platform meant a lot to Pei Muchan, who was short on resources.

“No worries, Orange Platform records in advance, right? See you at the cross-year then,” Xu Qingyan comforted, “I might have a break here too, we’ll see when the time comes.”

“Mhm.”

Conversation over, they hung up.

Xu Qingyan frowned, his mind subconsciously worrying about how to spend cross-year’s night. At the Jing Platform, they would also be recording, and Lin Wanzhou should also be free that day, a collision would be troublesome.

Although such a situation might not happen, it didn’t prevent him from “planning ahead.”

Gan Wenchang sidled up from behind, raising his eyebrows playfully.

“Who were you on the phone with? Your girlfriend? Got plans for cross-year’s night?”

“No,” Xu Qingyan shook his head, then very naturally changed the subject, “Gan, what’s the weather forecast for Chang’an? When’s it supposed to snow?”

“Hmm… hard to say, maybe once mid-month, hard to tell for cross-year’s night,” Gan Wenchang said.

“No worries, just asking.”

The group arrived at the university, greeted by the school leaders. The dean of the music college had been waiting early, and as the car barely stopped, he ran over.

The other party reached out his hand, gripping the leading Mr. Li’s hand tightly.

The normal university was not far from the Sleepless City, just over twenty minutes by car.

Xu Qingyan glanced at the welcoming group, which largely consisted of leaders involved in administrative management, followed by a couple of students dressed like photographers.

“Welcome to the leaders of the Spring Festival Gala directing team, a very warm welcome.”

“This is the secretary of the music college…”

After a round of pleasantries, the group moved to the reception hall for tea.

Xu Qingyan and Gan Wenchang, being there to help out, didn’t need to get too involved in the leaders’ conversation. When introducing the team, Mr. Li took special care to introduce him.

“This is the new blood of our creative team, the backbone of the operation,” Mr. Li said.

“Mr. Li flatters me, I’m just a novice, it’s all thanks to the care of the various teachers on the team,” Xu Qingyan stood up, the reflex of a working man’s genes coming through.

“Under such a major project, influenced by a team atmosphere that is united and friendly, I naturally want to put in more effort.”

A couple of succinct transitions without saying too much. Not particularly high in EQ, but this standard response was good enough, smoothly pushing the conversation to a higher level.

At such an event, it was only necessary to be appropriate, no need to fuss.

Gan Wenchang glanced at him, and when he sat back down and no one was looking their way, he elbowed Xu Qingyan softly, whispering under his breath.

“You slick speaker, you don’t sound like a novice at all.”

“Haha, do you understand the weight of being a working man?” Xu Qingyan pretended to sip his tea, “Aren’t you just as suave yourself, even more at ease than me.”

“Joking, otherwise, what do you think I rely on to slack off in this position?” Gan Wenchang huffed quietly, taking a sip of his tea, playing the expert.

Drinking tea meant listening to the leaders boast. The school leader said, “Our school has a long history of producing talents, I have a friend, xxx, who actually went to school with Director Li.”

On the directing team’s side, Mr. Li began boasting about the impact of this year’s Spring Festival Gala, though in a way that didn’t come off as boasting at all. Hmm… in short, high-level braggadocio.

After the tea and exchange, it was time for a meal.

They arranged people for various tasks at the motivational meeting, gathering the relevant personnel in room 007 of the student activity center. Secretary groups of the student union and so on, blah blah blah.

At the Chang’an Normal University, Music College, a dormitory.

“Xiao Yan, hurry up, we have roll call at 1:20!”

“I know, I’m almost ready,” Xiao Yan was applying makeup in front of the mirror, a table full of makeup dazzling to the eye, “Hey, are you guys going to eat at the cafeteria later?”

“No time, we won’t make it,” her roommate had finished her makeup and was putting on a thick coat, “This is the Spring Festival Gala mobilization meeting, it’s good to listen, and if we get picked later on, how great would that be?”

“Mobilization meetings are just a bunch of leaders talking, what’s the fun in that,” another roommate countered.

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