Chapter 381
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 381: Definitely an ugly girl
Translator: 5496903
weâre holding a folk music concert in Turandot concert hall, and sheâs holding a concert in the theater opposite. Itâs obvious that sheâs going against us, and sheâs also going to sell tickets on the ticketing website. Weâll see whose tickets are sold better then.
Wen Qiao was calculating the odds of her old Folk Music Club winning.
The school would definitely support Fang duo, but what about them? If they wanted to win, what could they rely on?
Of course, she had many people she could rely on.
He could tell Fu Nanli that crushing Fang duo was just a matter of a sentence.
Or they could ask Shang fan to join their performance. Shang fanâs fans would definitely support them, and it wouldnât be a problem to sell out the tickets in three seconds.
But she didnât want that to happen.
What she wanted to rely on the most was still herself, her club members, and their strength. On the path of folk music, she wanted to walk honorably and honorably.
Moreover, the public had a rebellious mentality.
He was struck by lightning.
The more capital they had, the more the audience would not buy it.
For example, the celebrities and their folk music.
Only by relying on the audienceâs own choice would it be a long-term plan.
The ticket sale was on April 16th, and the official performance was on April 26th.
Wen Qiao thought that she had to think of a way to suppress Fang duo. Otherwise, miss Fang would definitely go crazy in front of them.
She had already accumulated 300000 fans on B site. Chi Moâs identity was also a popular folk music celebrity with a large number of loyal fans.
However, she had always been wearing a fox mask, so no one knew her true identity.
Every time she posted a video, the s would be divided into two groups.
On one side, crazy rainbow praised her for playing well, and on the other side, she was constantly questioned why she had to wear a mask.
Every time, there would be a few impolite bullet s: [ is it because you are too ugly that you donât dare to meet people? ]
[ definitely. Beautiful women canât wait to show their faces. ]
[ oh my, I feel so annoyed when I think of such beautiful hands belonging to an ugly woman. ]
[ my heart aches at the thought of such beautiful music being played by an ugly woman. ]
There were also many people who criticized these impolite bullet s.
[ she doesnât rely on her looks to make [living. She relies on her talents to make [living. Isnât it normal for her to not show her face? ]
Why donât you use the bullet-screen etiquette? Report!
[ itâs fine as long as they play the lute well. How can you control their parents? ]
Every time Wen Qiao saw such s, she didnât take it seriously. On the other hand, Lu Youyou was so angry that she confronted the s. you guys donât know how beautiful an ugly woman you think is. One day, our Qiao Qiao will be willing to take off her mask and shock you to death! [ ignorant humans! ]
This time, Wen Qiao really wanted to take off her mask.
Even though she had never felt that her beauty was very attractive, under the influence of Lu Youyou, she knew that her face could attract many people.
Hence, Wen Qiao decided to shoot a video. She would wear a mask in the front, but the mask would fall off naturally in the middle.
She chose â ancient Yingzhou â and asked Lu Youyou to do some makeup for her. She was wearing a cheongsam.
She sat in the courtyard, and it was Wen Chi who helped her take a video.
The knot on the mask was loose to ensure that it would fall off naturally halfway through the bounce.
The spring breeze blew on the treetops. Lu Youyou climbed up the big banyan tree and scattered peach petals on it. Wen Chi was focused on taking a video of his sister.
Halfway through, the knot on the mask finally loosened, and the mask fell off. Wen Qiao looked at the camera lazily, then stammered,
He stopped.
Wen Chi:
âWen Qiao, why did you stop?â
Lu Youyou also jumped down from the tree. thatâs right, Qiaoqiao. Youâre playing quite well. Why did you stop? â
Wen Qiaoâs fingers subconsciously tapped on the strings of the zither. âIt doesnât feel right.â
âWhatâs wrong?â