Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1225, Section 485: Morning Interlude: The Real and Fake Assistant Director?
At 6:30 in the morning, the car got up as soon as the alarm clock rang.

She groggily got out of bed and drew back the curtains. The morning light shone on her face, and she rubbed her eyes.

Another happy day is about to begin!

After standing in front of the wardrobe for a while, she decided not to wear a skirt underneath.

The little blue dress in front of her was bought by her mother before the competition, originally intended for her to wear on her way to Yanjing for the competition.

As a result, they brought it but didn't get to wear it.

After returning, she planned to wear it for the school performance, but she didn't end up wearing it because she had to wear a formal dress.

Last night she planned to go to the bookstore today.

But after thinking about it, she gave up.

She was a little unaccustomed to it, but on the other hand, she estimated that she would have to run around doing chores for the teacher in the morning, and it would be inconvenient to do chores while wearing a skirt.

Sweatpants and a T-shirt—this outfit is still the most comfortable.

After quickly changing his clothes, Xiao Che grabbed a black baseball cap and left the bedroom.

Ang Lee was drinking tea in the living room when he saw that Xiao Che was wearing sportswear again, and joked, "Why don't you change into something nice?"

"Huh?" The little car spun around in a circle, clearly not satisfied. "What's wrong with it?"

"Haha, beautiful, beautiful, go wash up quickly." Li Anxin thought it was strange, most girls like to dress up nicely when they grow up, but this girl still looks like a tomboy.

Of course, Ang Lee was referring to things outside the stage.
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Goodbye, Grandpa! We won't be back for lunch!

Have fun! Be careful!

At 7:00 AM sharp, the teacher and student finished breakfast and set off.

Seeing that the teacher had just driven the car out of the underground parking garage and parked it on the side of the road, the little car asked in confusion, "Teacher, did you forget something? I'll go get it!"

As he said this, he was about to get off the car.

"No, let's wait a little while."

Ang Lee got out of the car and lit a cigarette. Less than five minutes later, a white Lavida slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

Deng Shiqi got out of the car. "Senior brother."

Little Car: "Teacher Deng!"

Deng Shiqi: "Good morning, Linlin."

Ang Lee: "Thank you for your hard work."

“It’s nothing serious,” Deng Shiqi said, opening the trunk and taking out two large boxes. “They’re all here.”

Ang Lee: "Okay, you can leave it there."

Deng Shiqi: "Senior brother, let me help you load it into the car."

Seeing this, Ang Lee opened the trunk, and Deng Shiqi carried two large cardboard boxes inside.

"Then I'll go first, senior brother. If you need any help, just give me a call."

"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work, Shiqi. You should go back now."

"Goodbye, senior brother; goodbye, Linlin."

Goodbye, Teacher Deng!

The teacher and student continued on their way, while a car driver wondered what was in the box in the trunk.

Ang Lee laughed and said, "Don't worry, you'll find out in time."

Little Car: "Huh? So mysterious!"

With the band kids working so hard lately, and with Children's Day on June 1st, Ang Lee thought he'd get them some food.

It just so happened that Deng Shiqi's family owned a small supermarket, so Ang Lee asked Deng Shiqi to help him get a box of goods based on the number of people, which was also a way of supporting his business.

One box contained food, and the other box contained stationery, trinkets, and other odds and ends—a real hodgepodge.

Consider it a small gift for the children on Children's Day.

The teacher and student drove past the store and saw Teacher Tang and a few others at the entrance.

"Teacher, shall we go directly to the book collector?"

"Okay, let them go together once they're all there. Let's go first."

"oh oh."

How much money did you bring today?

"One hundred dollars!"

Ang Lee laughed: "A hundred dollars can buy a lot of things."

Car: "Of course! I plan to spend it all!"

Ang Lee: "Not driving the frugal car today?"

The little car chuckled: "Still the thrifty little car, my plan is to buy some useful things!"

Ang Lee: "Okay, let's see what good stuff you can buy today."

After parking his car in the underground parking lot of Shuren, Li An unbuckled his seatbelt and took out a wad of cash from his pocket.

"Take it."

The little car quickly pulled its hand back behind its back, saying, "Teacher, I don't want to."

Ang Lee: "It's not much. Here's two hundred dollars. The extra one hundred is for you. Consider it my joining the group. Help me buy some things today."

“This hundred dollars was given to you by your grandfather. You can return it to him tonight if you don’t want it, but you have to keep it first.”

As soon as Li An got up, Old Li pulled him to the study. Old Li was thinking that it was Children's Day and he wanted to buy something for Xiao Che, but he didn't know what to buy. So he decided to give the child two hundred yuan.

Ang Lee said that one hundred would be enough.

He knew he definitely wouldn't accept a car for two hundred dollars.

"Thank you, Grandpa!"

The little car took the money from the teacher a little embarrassedly, and then assured her, "Don't worry, teacher! I'll make sure you get your money's worth."

Ang Lee: "Come on, help me move the boxes."

As Xiao Che had predicted, she was indeed going to help the teacher with chores today.

Ang Lee: What are you grinning about?

Little car: "I'm so happy!"

A small cart carries small boxes, while Ang Lee carries large boxes.

The teacher and student walked towards the playground in the morning light.

As Li Anxin passed by the stalls on both sides of the track, he said that they were really well done. Some of the teachers had been dressed up as Nasreddin, holding a bunch of real meat skewers and turning them over on the grill.

"That's so cheap, teacher!"

Xiao Che whispered, "She saw it too, 'Such a big meat skewer for three yuan.'"

Last time I went to Chengnan Alley with Xiaobei, the same big meat skewers cost eight yuan each.

Ang Lee: "I'll get a couple of skewers when I'm done with this."

In front of the stage on the playground, forty high school students responsible for moving chairs were already waiting in place.

Teacher Wang, who was leading the group, greeted them proactively, "Teacher Li."

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Wang." Li An looked around. "Forty."

Teacher Wang: "Forty-five, but I was worried it wouldn't be enough, so I brought five more."

Ang Lee nodded. This Teacher Wang was very thoughtful: "Good morning, everyone!"

The group of high school students were amused.

Ang Lee stepped forward and said, “Thank you all for your hard work. I’m really sorry that I’ll have to take up some of your study time today.”

"No problem!" a boy immediately shouted in response, "You can even take up our entire day!"

Ha ha ha ha--

The high school students burst into laughter again.

Ang Lee nodded and then smiled, "In that case, I'll be frank and do my best, everyone?"

"Hahahahaha!"

"it is good!"

"My benefactor!"

"Please, teacher! Give us a chance!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

Ang Lee: "Let's start now and try to finish as soon as possible so you can go and have some fun, okay, Professor Wang? Let our big friends also celebrate Children's Day."

Teacher Wang said loudly, "No problem!"

The crowd stirred again; everyone was just joking, but they didn't expect to actually stay and play for a while.

"Am I being a good friend?" Ang Lee asked again with a smile.

"terrific!"

"Teacher, I love you!"

"Teacher, please tell me!"

Ang Lee: "Okay! Come on, friends, let's go up on stage and I'll explain the specific tasks to you."

Considering that the orchestra's performance required them to enter the stage from eight entrances, the people responsible for carrying the chairs also had to enter the stage from each of the eight entrances.

"Did everyone see the red X under their feet?" "Yes!"

Ang Lee: "Tonight, each red X needs to be placed on a stool. There are eighty Xs on the ground now, and each person only needs to be responsible for two red Xs."

"clear?"

Everyone: "Understood!"

Ang Lee: "OK, now each of you find two adjacent red X's and then determine your position."

Immediately afterwards, a group of high school students sprang into action.

Being high school students, they moved quickly; in less than a minute, everyone had found their place.

Ang Lee walked to the command platform and said, "Everyone, now face me with your bodies. Yes, turn to the sides. Make sure you face me with your bodies."

From below the stage, the forty high school students on the stage are arranged in three fan-shaped formations centered on the command platform.

Ang Lee: "Don't move."

As he spoke, Ang Lee ran off the stage, looked at the stage formation from various angles, and then picked up the microphone: "The second handsome guy on the left wearing glasses, move half a step to the left."

"Yes, make sure you're in the right position. You need to keep yourself in a straight line with the person opposite you."

"Third row, fourth from the left, yes, that's you. Take a step back, no, no, step back sideways, yes, good."

Teacher Wang: "Teacher Li, do you need to assign them to different locations?"

Ang Lee: "Yes, because now we need to place the stools, which will cover the original markings on the ground, so we have to reposition them."

Teacher Wang: "I'll go."

Ang Lee: "You're fine here, Arlene!"

"Here!" Everyone looked over, and at that moment, the small car that had been silently standing below the stage sped towards Ang Lee.

Ang Lee: "Go to the table in the director's studio and get a set of yellow fluorescent tape, then pick out a name tag from the shelf."

The car sped off again towards the director's studio, and when it returned, it carried a roll of tape and a blue ribbon name tag.

"teacher!"

Ang Lee took the work badge and hung it directly on the car's neck. "Go on, go and target specific locations."

Car: "Okay!"

Teacher Wang smiled as she watched the car speed away: "And who is this student? Teacher Li, you're not married yet, are you?"

Ang Lee smiled and said, "No, this is my assistant."

As the teacher's little assistant, Xiaoche is incredibly efficient at getting things done.

If Teacher Wang were to work on the forty fan-shaped fixed points, he probably wouldn't be able to finish even when the band members arrived.

This is truly a technical skill; one must have a thorough understanding of stage positioning and orchestra seating to make quick and accurate arrangements.

The small car squatted down and stood up on the platform, then squatted down again, weaving back and forth through the crowd every now and then.

Fifteen minutes later, Xiao Che raised his hand and waved to the audience.

"Teacher! It's all decided!"

Ang Lee: "OK! Now, starting from the center of the command post, divide into four groups on each side, with five people in each group."

The little car turned around and clapped its hands: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Please hang in there a little longer."

Despite his young age, Xiao Che is actually not the shortest among the high school students.

With the name tag on his chest, he really does look like a staff member.

The key point is that everyone just witnessed how efficient this little girl is at work.

"Now I'll divide the older brothers and sisters into groups."

As he spoke, the car arrived at the first row on the far right and pointed to five people: "Brothers, you five are a group."

Then she called out five more people, saying, "Sisters, you five are in Group Two."

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Just three minutes later, the car had already reached the sixth group on the left side of the stage.

"Brothers, you five are in group six. Your positions are not consecutive, so you need to pay attention to the fixed points under your feet."

The little car grinned, showing its teeth. "Thanks!"

The group nodded in agreement. This junior high school girl was really charming; they wondered what grade she was in.

Mr. Wang, sitting in the audience, was a little confused. The key point was that he didn't know what the assistant on stage was giving instructions.

Then the little car ran back to the front of the stage, announcing, "The teacher has divided them up! Eight groups!"

Ang Lee nodded, raised the microphone, and instructed again, "Do you see the entrance signs on both sides of the stage?"

The car had already spotted it; each entrance to the passageway was marked with a capital number.

That's how she grouped the students.

Ang Lee: "Let's line up! First, let's go up and down to our positions."

Car: "Received!"

Turning back around, the cart gave the instruction: "Dear brothers and sisters, please find your corresponding entrance according to your number, and watch your step."

Everyone sprang into action.

In the blink of an eye, the stage was completely empty.

About five seconds later, it was announced, "Brothers and sisters, please come up according to your group numbers!"

With a whoosh, the eight groups of high school students quickly returned to the stage, each finding their place in the shortest amount of time.
Teacher Wang, watching from below the stage, was slightly surprised. "Wow, that was fast! And the entry was so orderly. This girl is really amazing."

He might not understand anything else, but he could clearly see the difference between the start and end of the match.

Ang Lee stepped up and shouted, "One more time, then offstage!"

moment.

"Get on stage!"

Seeing that everyone was fine with their bare hands, Ang Lee told them to practice with stools.

"Arlene, now let the first row enter first."

The car received the order and turned around: "Groups 78 will go first, followed by Group 56, and finally Groups 1234 will move."

A pause, then, "Off the field!"

Let's move again from the audience!

He'd said everything that needed to be said. Ang Lee called for Teacher Wang to go back to the director's studio; it was too sunny offstage.

Teacher Wang: "This girl is really amazing. She should be in high school by now, right?"

Ang Lee smiled and said, "Our high school students are still the best. She should be in the second year of junior high now."

Upon hearing this, Teacher Wang was startled again. This child was only in the first year of junior high school.

"Teacher Wang, please have a seat. We'll just wait for the orchestra members to arrive."

Once the stage crew responsible for carrying chairs is properly trained, the rest is simple.
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Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the children from the wind band arrived one after another at the Tianjing Gathering.

Compared to last night, there was virtually no sign of dissatisfaction on the children's faces today.

However, the main reason was that Zhang Miao, Mu Xin, and the others gave the children a bunch of delicious food.

One serving of spicy strips, one Want Want Rice Cracker, and one jelly.

In any case, having snacks to eat is always something to be happy about.

Let alone children, even adults' unhappiness can be resolved with just a hot pot or barbecue.

"Is everyone here?" Old Tang ran over to ask. "Brother An said he'll take them over once everyone's here."

Mu Xin: "Everyone's here."

Haitao clapped his hands: "Alright, warriors, stop eating now and get to work."

Wang Xiaohu and Qiao Zhizhi, along with several principal singers, also began to coordinate with the teachers to form the team.

After lining up, the teachers led the children to the playground.

As soon as they reached the edge of the track, someone noticed that the figure standing at the very front of the stage looked somewhat familiar.

"Sister Linlin!?" Qiao Zhizhi exclaimed in surprise.

Old Tang was puzzled: "What is Linlin doing on stage?"

It wasn't until everyone got to the front of the stage that they understood what was going on.

"Brothers and sisters in groups seven and eight, please be careful, the passageway is too narrow for you."

The group of children in the orchestra below the stage were completely dumbfounded.

Wang Xiaohu's eyes sparkled; no wonder she's Arlene.

After the final run-through, Xiao Che felt there were no problems.

He turned to the director's booth and shouted, "Teacher, you're all set!"

She then asked the forty older brothers and sisters on stage to come down and rest, and then she jumped off the stage herself.

It was then that everyone noticed the name tag she was wearing around her neck.

Old Tang felt dizzy. Wasn't that his assistant director's work badge?

Qiao Zhizhi: "Sister Linlin is so cool!"

Indeed, with the car's design, the things it does, and the sign hanging around its neck, who wouldn't be confused?
(End of this chapter)