He didn't dare to think about what she would say.

Xu Rong just walked out of the door and met a fat girl about his own age. The girl was wearing metal round glasses. She saw him in the corridor and immediately ran over and said: "Teacher Xu,

Teacher Xu, I’m looking for you.”

"What's wrong, Teacher Guo?"

Thanks to running to the courtyard every day for the past half month, he basically recognized all the administrative staff in the courtyard. The girl in front of him, named Guo Na, was the graphic designer of the courtyard.

Also the only graphic design.

The content of the job is to design posters for each scene.

When Guo Na arrived, he handed him the rolled-up A4 paper in his hand and said, "Teacher Xu, can you take a look at the poster I designed?"

Xu Rong took it. Although his eyes were fixed on the paper, he was thinking about the meaning behind Guo's move.

He is neither the leader of the hospital nor a member of the art committee. Logically speaking, there is no need to consult his opinion on how to design the poster.

But Guo Na came to him and asked him if he could do it.

This is very strange.

He then thought about the bet between Pu Cunxi and Director Gu Wei. The final win or loss was determined by attendance.

In addition to his status as a drama actor, he is also an actor in film and television dramas, and he does not appear often. For such an opportunity to get close to him, once the news is exposed by the media, his fans will probably travel thousands of miles to support him.

His field.

For Gu Wei, Yang Lixin and Gong Lijun, this was an unfair bet starting from the first performance.

Will Guo come here and ask himself on his own initiative?

Obviously not!

In just a moment, he figured out the cause and effect, turned around and asked, "Puyuan asked you to come to me?"

Guo Na blinked his big eyes under his round glasses: "No, no, I want you to help me check."

Xu Rong smiled and shook his head and said: "There is no need to put my photo, just write my name."

"Oh, okay, thank you, Teacher Xu."

"polite."

After rehearsing twice at noon, Pu Cunxi felt that it was almost done. In the afternoon, he personally drove Mr. Zheng to the rehearsal hall.

There is still half a month left before the final performance, so it’s time to invite the old man to come over and take a look at the results. If there are any inappropriate things, there is still time to correct them.

When Mr. Zheng sat down, Pu Cunxi asked: "Teacher Zheng, let's arrange a row today."

"Yeah, platoon."

Pu Cunxi also sat next to the old man and said to Zhang Wankun and Xin Yue: "Let's get started."

"Fifeng."

"Fifeng."

After listening to Zhang Wankun say a few lines, Mr. Zheng nodded gently. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Drink, it's so hot."

"Sifeng, did you hear that?"

"bell."

A crisp bell suddenly rang throughout the rehearsal hall.

Zhang Wankun and Xin Yue both turned their heads and looked at Zheng Rong and Pu Cunxi who were sitting behind the table.

Regardless of their distance from the bell or their qualifications, they were the only ones who could ring the bell before.

Xu Rong's heart was also tugged. It was already very difficult to get to this point in the queue. However, after only four sentences, the bell was rang again.

Pu Cunxi looked at Zheng Rong with the same confusion, because he had just said that he would not ring the bell in the middle of the row today.

Looking at Pu Cunxi's puzzled gaze, Mr. Zheng returned an even more confused look, pointed at the bell in front of him, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Following Mr. Zheng's surprise, everyone turned their attention to Pu Cunxi. Didn't you, the director, say there was no problem during the lunch rehearsal?

Why did you ring the bell after only saying four sentences?

Pu Cunxi was stared at by a group of people, and everyone was dumbfounded. The bell was obviously accidentally touched by Mr. Zheng when he was putting the tea cup, so why did it fall on him in the blink of an eye?

He opened his mouth twice, but in the end, he could only turn his head and said dryly to everyone: "Sorry, I bumped into it accidentally. I'll pay attention next time."

The rehearsal started again, and this time nothing happened. After the rehearsal, everyone looked at Mr. Zheng who was sitting upright, waiting for his opinions or suggestions.

The old man searched for it for a long time, until everyone couldn't bear it anymore, he shook his head and sighed: "It's not easy, it's not easy."

As for why it was not easy, even though Xu Rong and Pu Cunxi asked Mr. Zheng all the way back, the old man was stunned and didn't explain a word more.

But since the old man didn't turn around and leave like last time, it gave everyone a lot of hope.

After returning to the theater again, Pu Cunxi was cruel again in public: "In the next half month, there will be no rest!"
Chapter completed!