don't call me singer

Chapter 1443 The decision is you, Xiaobai's musical instrument!

The live broadcast of this school song competition started earlier than usual.

At [-]:[-] p.m. on Sunday, two hours before the official start of the school song competition, the live broadcast was already online in advance.

The singers of the school song competition, the first thing to do is to choose their seats and arrange the scene of the school song competition.

An Ge brought the singers of the school song competition to the logistics warehouse, where there are already many sponsored furniture units and the staff of the school logistics management department waiting.

In the warehouse, all kinds of seats are placed, there are single sofas, long sofas, and various leisure seats...

The competition with 48 contestants often takes five or six hours, which is very long.

And today's competition is very special, like some skilled musicians, they have already considered playing the whole audience and staying on the stage for six hours.

Therefore, a comfortable seat is essential.

"Ah, I like bean bag chairs!" Seeing a few bean bag chairs in the corner, Wen Xiaowen rushed over, tried a few, and then hugged a beige one: "I want this!"

"Don't you want to play dulcimer? Don't say you want to sit on a beanbag chair!" Hua Minyu said helplessly.

"Ah, I don't care... I'll bring another Maza!" Wen Xiaowen didn't want to leave at all.

Next to him, a staff member wearing a vest of "So-and-so home furnishing" was a handsome little brother, his face was crooked, and he quickly introduced: "Miss Xiaowen, if you like our bean bag chair, I can help you Find a seat for the show, what kind of chair do you like..."

The staff can't wait to show their faces on the camera for a few more seconds, this will be broadcast in the school song competition!
Because Fu Zhongliang directly reached an in-depth cooperation with the school song competition last year, Dening Group is the main sponsor of the school song competition.

However, Denim Group's sponsorship is relatively low-key, and there are very few advertisements or logos everywhere in the school song competition. After all, the school song competition is not the same as other competitions. The commercial atmosphere is too strong, which is not good for anyone.

Therefore, for a long time, the school song competition has rarely accepted third-party sponsorship.

This time, the school song competition also said that it would not promise to have any brand appearance time. After all, there were too many contestants. Although not every contestant had a camera, there were more than ten cameras on the scene.

But even so, these home furnishing companies are still flocking to them.

Wen Xiaowen looked left and right, planning to find a seat suitable for playing the dulcimer, and then suddenly her eyes lit up: "I want that!"

Next to him, Hua Minyu raised his hand: "How are you going to play the dulcimer on the swing chair!"

"Then, Min Min, you choose this swing chair, we'll switch seats!"

"No, I want to play the guqin." Hua Minyu said, "I think I just want a futon!"

"Okay, find a futon for Min Min, and choose this swing chair! That's the decision!"

Hua Minyu was well arranged by Wen Xiaowen.

Unlike the girls here who are completely attracted by beautiful, comfortable and fun chairs, the boys over there are much more rational.

"Let's choose two couches. Two four-seater or three-seater sofas are enough. We have a lot of people, so squeeze them together." Fang Rugang, the vice-leader of the Riding the Wind and Waves chorus, said.

"Does the couch take up too much space? Do you have a bench? A bench is also fine." Zong Lianggong said.

The staff next to him couldn't laugh or cry, and said: "We have benches, but we have to restock... Maybe it's too late now."

Zong Lianggong thought for a while and said, "Then let's use the couch. If it doesn't work, we'll sit two rows in front and back!"

There are 48 contestants, among which there are quite a lot of groups, and the largest number is the Riding the Wind and Waves Chorus, with nine members.

There are seven or eight other combinations of three, four, or five people.

There are seventy or eighty people in total.

The stage is big, but there is not much space left for everyone.

Among them are those like Wen Xiaowen who need to sit on a swing chair, which is so big that it takes up a lot of space.

It seems that the girls over there have a tendency to look more and more dazzling, and the boys consciously promote their style.

"Just give me a folding chair, I guess I'll have to play the piano the whole time." Fu Wenyao was particularly enlightened.

"We want a four-seater couch, and let Brother Yao sit on the side of the sofa!" The black bear spirit drummer said that he was too big to sit on the chair.

Fu Wenyao: "...that's fine too..."

The sofa is the sofa, at least it is more comfortable than a high stool!
"We also want a long sofa, three seats." Zhou Xianting said, Zhao Mo stretched out his hand and tugged at him, and he changed his words: "Four seats, four seats, Xiaobai also wants to sit beside us."

"I'm a boss, I want to sit on the single sofa!" Wang Haixia expressed dissatisfaction.

"Well, we still want a three-seater sofa, Xiaobai sits next to us, and the boss sits alone!" Zhou Xianting followed suit.

"Oh? No, I want to sit together!" Wang Haixia immediately regretted it again, like a greedy ghost who wants both a fish and a bear's paw, and then he said: "I also need an ottoman, and the big brother needs one. Looks like a boss!"

"Boss, when your footstool is not resting, can you let me sit on it? I don't want to sit on the sofa!" Over there, Fu Wenyao made an application.

Wang Haixia: "Then I want two footstools..." Fu Wenyao was about to smile when Wang Haixia said, "One for each foot!"

On the bullet screen of the live broadcast, everyone's various 666.
From the selection of seats, everyone's personality is fully revealed. Fu Wenyao is the one who can wrong him to take care of the overall situation, and Wang Haixia, even if he thinks good in his heart, he never forgives others.

Thinking about it carefully, such a rich family as Fu Wenyao has educated such a child, it is really a good tutor.

"But I don't know what instrument I want to use yet..." Gu Xiaobai was dragged to his seat by 306, and he didn't object, but was a little tangled.

"Then, prepare me another footstool!" Just when everyone thought he was preparing it for Gu Xiaobai, Wang Haixia shouted again: "After all, I don't only have two legs...uh..."

On the screen:
"It seems something is wrong!"

"Driving! Driving!"

"Where does the little hero get his courage? Are you going to compare yourself with the male Bodhisattva?"

"Ah, I can't look directly at Xiao Xiazi anymore!"

However, when Wang Haixia said this, everyone suddenly felt that the footstool is a very suitable seat for musical instruments, so there were more than ten demands in an instant, which made the provider of the footstool laugh from ear to ear.

"Should I choose an instrument?"

Seeing that everyone has almost chosen their seats, Gu Xiaobai said.

In the warehouse next door, all the contestants of the school song competition rushed in.

Watching Xiaobai choose a musical instrument is much more interesting than choosing his own seat!
At worst, you can grab someone else's seat!
There are also several musical instrument suppliers here, and almost all of the high-end musical instruments they own are brought here.

This is the instrument Xiaobai wants to use!
If Xiaobai chooses his own musical instrument...

Look at the sales of Qinchuan Musical Instruments!Selling out is just around the corner!
Moreover, what's interesting is that Xiaobai participated in the manufacture of Qin Chuan's musical instruments, and he knows it all!

"Mr. Xiaobai, what musical instrument do you like?" Several staff members have been waiting for a long time.

"Uh...I choose?" Gu Xiaobai scratched his head.

"Of course I chose!" Wang Haixia stepped forward without hesitation, looking at the dazzling array of musical instruments inside, his eyes suddenly lit up: "The decision is yours! Xiaobai's musical instrument!"

He reached out and pointed to a corner.

"Ah?" Everyone exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)