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"Is it still passable?"

Fang Yu's harmless expression, coupled with his casual question, plunged the entire Palace Museum staff canteen into an eerie silence.

improvise?

Is this what you call making do?

Then what about Li Mei's textbook-level performance just now?

Liu Yifei didn't think that much about it.

At this moment, she didn't care about avoiding suspicion or being reserved anymore.

Almost instinctively, she was the first to reach out and clap her hands vigorously.

clap clap clap!

The crisp applause was particularly loud in the quiet cafeteria.

Shen Weimin and several other senior experts then came to their senses and were about to join in the applause.

But the next second, everyone suddenly realized something was wrong.

Standing opposite him was Li Mei, a renowned Mei School master, whose expression was extremely solemn.

Her lips were tightly pursed, her hands clasped in front of her, and she remained silent for a long time, staring intently at Fang Yu.

Old Zhou's heart skipped a beat.

broken!

He glanced at Fang Yu, then at Li Mei, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

What kind of mess did I make?

They had just invited a famous Peking Opera artist to the theater, talking about collaborating to save the day, when they immediately arranged a humiliating situation for them.

"Oh dear, this has become quite a mess..."

Old Zhou slapped his forehead and quickly stepped forward, his voice a little weak.

"It's my fault! It's all my fault!"

"I didn't ask about the situation clearly before rushing to bring Teacher Li over to save the day. This... this is too presumptuous."

Fang Yu also sensed that something was wrong.

He decisively abandoned his previous air of expertise, scratched the back of his head, and revealed a simple, honest smile.

"How can you blame Teacher Zhou for this?"

"It's mainly because I really wanted to give everyone a surprise, so I deliberately kept it a secret. I didn't expect to alarm Teacher Li."

As Fang Yu spoke, he bowed slightly to Li Mei.

"Teacher Li, I'm so sorry to have troubled you."

The atmosphere in the cafeteria became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Shen Weimin and Tang Huaiyuan exchanged a glance, both pondering how to smooth things over.

Just then, Li Mei suddenly raised her head.

She stared straight at Fang Yu.

There was no displeasure at being offended, nor any embarrassment or anger after winning or losing.

Instead, it was frighteningly bright, as if we had seen some extremely rare treasure!

"What a pity."

Li Mei sighed softly.

"What a pity."

Everyone was taken aback.

Old Zhou swallowed hard: "But... what's the pity?"

Li Mei completely ignored the confused looks from those around her.

She took two steps forward, stood in front of Fang Yu, and carefully examined him.

"Teacher Fang, with your exceptionally gifted voice, it would be a tremendous loss to our national treasure and a tragedy for the entire opera world if you didn't come to our National Peking Opera Company!"

"ah?!"

The table full of expert consultants were dumbfounded, their jaws practically shattered.

What's going on?

They were just on tenterhooks, afraid that Li Mei would lose face and turn hostile on the spot.

But the other person wasn't angry.

She's taken a liking to Fang Yu!

Liu Yifei, who had just finished clapping, was also stunned.

A big idea flashed through her little head in an instant:

Not again?!

From Chairman Sun of the Calligraphy Association to Qi Wenhai of the National Academy of Painting, and then to Master Liang of the Palace Museum's restoration area.

Now even renowned Mei School masters from the National Peking Opera Company are vying for talent?

Fang Yu is not only a heartbreaker for middle-aged and elderly men, but he's also targeting middle-aged female artists in the world of traditional Chinese culture!

If this trend continues, even if you split him into eight pieces, there wouldn't be enough for all the different circles to divide among.

"Um... Teacher Li, please calm down."

Fang Yu felt uneasy under her gaze and waved his hands repeatedly. Although his attitude was polite, his refusal was extremely decisive.

I appreciate your kindness.

"But at the moment, I really have no plans to switch careers and become an opera singer."

"Why?" Li Mei asked, her face full of confusion.

In her view, it would be a waste of a young person with such talent not to take this path.

"With such a great voice and such talent, it would be such a waste if you only occasionally sing a few lines of traditional opera in pop songs!"

She took half a step forward, her tone earnest.

"Don't you like traditional opera?"

"I like it, of course I like it, who doesn't love traditional culture?"

Fang Yu sighed.

On that young face, a sense of vicissitude, as if repeatedly battered by life, was forced out.

"But Teacher Li, liking something can't put food on the table."

As he said this, his gaze unconsciously shifted slightly.

It landed on Liu Yifei, who was standing next to her.

She was plain-faced, wearing a windbreaker and work pants, and stood there quietly.

She was dressed like she was there for an archaeological excavation at the Forbidden City, but her face was still so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes off her.

Fang Yu looked at her, his eyes gradually spreading with smiles and tenderness.

"I still have to work hard to make a name for myself in the entertainment industry..."

Liu Yifei's eyebrows twitched.

Fang Yu immediately changed his tune.

"No, I mean, making money."

He added in a very serious tone:

"I still need to work hard to save money to get married."

Li Mei paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied:

"You can make money performing opera!"

"Although it doesn't bring in as much money as the entertainment industry, it's more reliable and stable."

After saying that, she frowned again and looked at Fang Yu suspiciously.

"Besides, what kind of wife do you want to marry that costs so much money? And why do you have to work so hard to earn it?"

"A fairy?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Mei realized what was happening.

She followed Fang Yu's gaze.

At the end of the line of sight was Liu Yifei's face, which, even without makeup, was enough to make one's heart skip a beat.

At this moment, Liu Yifei quickly lowered her head.

Her ear tips were bright red, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her windbreaker.

But the sweet smile on her lips was impossible to suppress.

Li Mei suddenly realized.

She shook her head with a wry smile.

"oops……"

"If that's the case, then it seems like we really need to save up more."

"Hahahahaha!"

The group of senior experts at the table burst into laughter.

Even the usually serious Shen Weimin couldn't hold back, turning his face away and coughing lightly, but the corners of his mouth clearly turned up.

Liu Yifei's face turned even redder.

She glared at Fang Yu, her eyes clearly scolding him for talking nonsense, but filled with undisguised joy.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Shen Weimin didn't delay any longer and made the decision on the spot.

"Alright, then it's settled!"

He looked around, his voice crisp and clear.

"For the pop vocal part of 'Light,' Xiao Liu will first participate in a formal audition."

"The process remains the same, and the standards will not be lowered."

Liu Yifei nodded seriously.

"clear."

Shen Weimin then looked at Fang Yu.

"As for the spoken dialogue and operatic singing—"

"You will do it."

Fang Yu grinned: "Yes, sir!"