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

At 4pm on Sunday, two hours before the official start of the school song competition, the live broadcast was launched in advance.

The first thing the singers have to do for the school song competition is to choose their respective seats and arrange the scene for the school song competition.

An Ge took the singers from the school song competition to the logistics warehouse, where there were already many sponsored furniture units and staff from the school's logistics management department waiting.

In the warehouse, various seats are placed, including single sofas, long sofas, and various leisure seats...

A competition with forty-eight contestants often takes five or six hours, which is a very long time.

And today's competition is very special. Some musicians with relatively superb skills have already considered playing for 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 to sit on a few, and then hugged a beige one: "I want this!"

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

"Ah, I don't care...I'll bring a Mazar with me then!" Wen Xiaowen didn't want to leave at all.

Next to him, a staff member wearing a "XX Home Furnishing" vest was a handsome young man with a crooked smile on his face. He quickly introduced: "Sister Xiaowen, if you like our bean bag chair, I can help you again."

Find a seat suitable for the performance, what kind of chair do you like..."

The staff couldn't wait to show their faces on camera for a few more seconds, as this would be broadcast during the school song contest!

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

Therefore, the school song competition has rarely accepted third-party sponsorship.

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

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

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

Next to him, Hua Minyu raised his forehead with his hands: "How do you plan to play the dulcimer on the swing chair!"

"Then, Min Min, you choose this swing chair, and we'll sit on it interchangeably!"

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

"Okay, let's find a futon for Min Min, and then choose this swing chair! That's it!"

Hua Minyu has been properly arranged by Wen Xiaowen.

Unlike the girls here who are completely attracted by the good-looking, comfortable and fun chairs, the boys over there are much more sensible.

"Let's choose two couches. Two four-seater or three-seater sofas are enough. There are many of us, so we should squeeze in." Fang Rugang, the vice-captain of the Wind and Waves Choir, said.

"Does the couch take up too much space? Do you have a bench? A bench will work too," Zong Lianggong said.

The staff next to me didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "We do have benches, but we have to transfer the goods... It may be too late now."

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

There are forty-eight contestants, among which there are many groups. The largest number is the Wind and Waves Chorus, with nine members.

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

There were seventy or eighty people in total.

The stage is big, but there isn't much space for everyone.

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

It seems that the girls over there are becoming more and more dazzled, and the boys are consciously promoting their style.

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

"We want a four-seater couch, and let Brother Yao sit on the sofa!" the drummer of Black Bear Spirit said that he was too big to sit on a chair.

Fu Wenyao: "...that's okay..."

Let's just go with the sofa, at least it's more comfortable than a high stool!

"We also want a couch, a three-seater." Zhou Xianting said. Zhao Mo stretched out his hand and pulled him. He changed his words and said, "There are four seats for four. Xiaobai also wants to sit next to us."

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

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

"Huh? No, I want to sit together too!" Wang Haixia immediately regretted it, like a greedy man who wants both fish and bear's paws, and then he said: "I also want a footrest, and the boss needs it.

Looks like a boss!"

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

Wang Haixia: "Then I want two footrests..." Fu Wenyao was about to smile when he heard Wang Haixia say: "One for each foot!"

Watching the live broadcast, everyone’s various 666s.

From the selection of seats, everyone's character is fully revealed. Fu Wenyao is the one who can force himself to take care of the overall situation, while Wang Haixia, a guy who thinks well in his heart, never forgives others with his words.

If you think about it carefully, Fu Wenyao, from a wealthy family, can educate such a child. He really has a very good tutor.

"But I don't know what instrument I want to use yet..." Gu Xiaobai was pulled to his seat by 306. He didn't object, but was a little confused.

"Then, prepare another footstool for me!" 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 barrage:

"Something seems wrong!"

"Let's drive! Let's drive!"

"Where did the little hero get his courage? Do you plan to compete with the male Bodhisattva?"

"Ah, I can't look directly at the little hero!"

However, when Wang Haixia said this, everyone suddenly felt that the footstool was a very suitable seat for musical instruments, so in an instant, more than ten more requests appeared, making the footstool provider 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 from the school song competition poured in.

Watching Xiaobai choose an instrument is much more interesting than choosing his own chair!

At worst, you can take someone else's seat!

There are also several musical instrument suppliers concentrated here, and almost all of their high-end musical instruments 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! They will be sold out soon!

Moreover, the interesting thing is that Xiaobai participated in the production of the instruments of Qinchuan Musical Instruments, and he knows them all!

"Teacher 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 out of the crowd 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 stretched out his hand and pointed to a corner.
Chapter completed!