Chapter 142

Sheng Shimo's face was slightly heavy and his tone was cold. "It seems that you get along well with Gu Nanpei?"

"Get along well, fart!" Speaking of this, Wen Chu ran and couldn't help but Tucao "he knew every day that he tortured my throat, and make complaints about me for the rest of the time. Help me choose songs just because I'm afraid of being eliminated. He's ashamed to be my mentor! "

"So it is..." hearing the speech, Sheng Shimo's face eased slightly.

The driver drove the car to the downstairs of the apartment. Wen churan retracted his claws in Sheng Shimo's armpit and returned his coat to him.

Sheng Shimo put the outside on her head and said coldly, "wear it."

Wen churan was stunned and was a little moved.

But the man then ordered, "wash it and give it back to me."

“……”

His uncle knows that this man is not so kind!

The next day, Wen churan thought what he did last night was enough to avoid suspicion.

Unexpectedly, a Sheng employee said that he saw Sheng Sishao drag a woman into the car in the middle of the night, right at Sheng's door, so the rumor became more crazy.

Everyone was convinced that Sheng Sishao's secret lover was inside Sheng, and people were terrified for a moment.

Close to the trial, Gu Nanpei understood Wen churan's voice, so he specially helped her choose a song, which can give full play to her strengths.

And Wen churan did not slacken at all. He threw himself on this song and practiced until the dark.

However, things suddenly changed at this time.

I don't know which high-level came up with the idea that the performance content of the trainee trial should be determined by drawing lots to try to select the most versatile artist.

Ten thousand grass and mud horses gallop through Wen churan's heart.

What a terrible idea!

As soon as the news came out, not only Wen churan, but all the students panicked, indicating that they obeyed their orders and scolded their ancestors for eight generations in private.

But things have come to this point, there is no room for reversal, only to listen to fate.

On the day of drawing lots, Wen churan grabbed the note, his heart beat like thunder, and his hands were sweating.

She carefully opened the paper and was delighted when she saw the contents.

The content of the performance is singing!

This luck is gone!

After happily handing the note to the Registrar, Wen churan jumped away.

Gu Nanpei didn't show any emotion when she learned that. She just asked her to continue practicing to ensure that she was safe.

During this time, Wen churan practiced day and night, and Gu Nanpei gradually appreciated her.

In other words, she can pass the trial with this song.

The day before the competition, the staff need to determine the performance content of the trainees again.

After Wen churan got the confirmation sheet, he suddenly looked silly.

On the column of performance content behind her name, there are two words of short play.

In black and white, she didn't read it wrong!

How is that possible!

Wen churan immediately finds assistant Li and wants to know if there is a mistake.

Assistant Li immediately inquired for her, but there was no mistake.

All the papers that the trainees handed to the Registrar were kept, and her one was prominently written with short plays!

"It's impossible! There must be a mistake! I'm not illiterate. I know words! What I got that day was singing. How did it become a short play?! "

The Registrar said confidently, "I've worked in Sheng for so many years, and I've never missed it! You said you smoked singing. Can anyone prove it? Little girl, if you have time to play this trick, you might as well practice it! "