C6 Adjust

When she came out of the office, she felt so wronged that her head drooped, but she didn't let her tears fall.

"Did that person scold you?" Master Zhuang was wiping the zither with a piece of cloth. Seeing that she was in a bad state, he asked.

"No. " McRui shook her head and adjusted her condition. She then said to Master Zhuang, "Let's start the tune, Master Zhuang. "

"Your current condition. . . " Master Zhuang looked at her slightly moist eyes and asked with concern.

Mai Rui broke her tears into a smile. She rubbed her eyes and smiled at Master Zhuang. "Don't worry! I'm fine! If you don't believe me, why don't you try hanging a 'five-hole string'?"

Master Zhuang had wanted to comfort her, but was instead amused by her words.

"Okay, I believe you. Come on, I'll lower my tone. "

After Master Zhuang finished speaking, he started to get into a stance and started to pull himself up. He was indeed an old master who had worked for a few years. The moment he made a move, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard was brought back to Fang Cai, Han Yuling's, condition before she entered.

Ah Wu and Zhu Quan, who were still feeling somewhat indignant just now, saw that Mai Rui had suddenly forgotten about what had just happened and completely entered into a state of mind. They did not hesitate any longer and only picked up the Martial Family prop in their hands. They began to practice.

After messing around for a while, Han Yuling sat down and prepared to get a clear understanding of the Fu Sheng Drama Club.

When the people outside practiced this skill, the lingering sound came from outside the window. Han Ruoling flipped through the books in her hands and sighed with a frown.

A few days ago, he was still quietly looking at the data submitted by the team in the independent office of Ya'an Accountant Firm. Before this, he did not think that the significance of Ya'an installing double soundproof glass in every office was obvious. Now, it seemed that it was indeed a benefit.

Adjusting was the biggest problem he needed to face right now.

"McRui, come here for a moment. " Han Ruoling called out to her in the office.

Mairui's morning exercise was interrupted once again. She looked at Master Zhuang helplessly.

Master Zhuang nodded. Then, he raised his hand and waved it, indicating for her to go in and take a look. Mai Rui sighed lightly, then walked towards Han Ruoling's office.

After staying inside for about a minute or two, McRui walked out from inside and moved to the side of the few people who were doing morning exercises. She said: "President Han said that our training affected him from looking at data and materials. He told us to keep it as quiet as possible. "

At the same time, Han Ruoling stood up in the office and walked to the door. She closed the office door and the glass windows heavily.

"Pa!" The sound suddenly interrupted McRui, Zhu Quan, and the others. They looked at each other and looked at each other.

Ah Wu was a straightforward person, so he couldn't help but curse. Master Zhuang didn't want to say anything, but he couldn't help but open his mouth when he saw his reaction.

"Ah Wu, if you have something to say, say it properly. "

"No, Master Zhuang, isn't this grandfather a little too angry?! Does he think we're arguing? This is a drama club, not some office building. If it's also so quiet, why don't we just close the door!" Ah Wu couldn't help but complain.

"Ah Wu is right. " Zhu Quan stepped forward and interrupted, "Besides, our theater club only has one acre of land. It's not like a big troupe and a branch department, how could they do it?"

"In the past, when Master Han was there, he would open his door and listen to us every day. He would even give us guidance from time to time, telling us that the place was quiet and that the place was loud. Isn't the drama club supposed to be like this?" Dong Han raised his hand to rub his chin, which was full of sweat, and interrupted.

With one sentence, everyone's thoughts were drawn to the time when Han Chuming was still alive.

It was a white-haired but hale and hearty old man. Although Han Chuming suffered from eye disease because he stayed up late for a long time, as long as he talked about trending dramas, Han Chuming's face was full of vigor without exception.

Regardless of whether it was sunny outside or rainy outside, Han Chuming's favorite thing to do was to pour a cup of clear and bright phoenix tea that was slightly orange in color. He leaned against the door and watched the singing and martial arts of these young people, and then gave some pointers from the side.

Han Chuming rarely talked about his singing when he was young, but everyone knew that he was an all-rounder in a popular TV series. In addition to his outstanding performance in the junior industry, he also knew how to play drums, string music, write scripts, composing and rehearsing. . .

Even Master Zhuang, who was the oldest in the drama club, admired Han Chuming very much, let alone young people like Zhu Quan.

In that kind of time, the earnest guidance brought by that kind of old man had become the past. The warmth that he was used to instantly could only be stored in his memory. He did not dare to touch it easily, or else his eyes would be filled with tears.

The heavy atmosphere spread. Everyone was silent for a while, but it was still McRui who broke the oppressive silence.

"Since he doesn't like it, let's try to keep our voices down. We shouldn't delay the rehearsal. There are still many performances waiting to be performed!"

"Mairui is right. " Master Zhuang nodded. "It's getting late. We have to hurry up during the morning exercise. "

Master Zhuang nodded and everyone agreed. Then, they dispersed and went to rehearse.

Just like that, they spent half a day peacefully.

In the kitchen, Uncle Fang had prepared all the dishes for the day. Zhu Quan, Ah Wu, and the others were also very hungry after practicing for an entire morning. Thus, after finishing their practice, they went straight to the kitchen.

"Uncle Fang, your food today has become delicious!" Ah Wu happily held the bowl and said as he pulled it.

"You can forget about it. This dish is no different from half a month ago. You only found it fragrant when you haven't eaten it for the past half a month. " Dong Han spoke straightforwardly. To put it bluntly, it made everyone laugh again.

Speaking of which, the rule of not being able to smell the fragrance after eating for a long time was actually the same everywhere, especially when it came to the simpler dishes, "Uncle Fang's" three dishes were even more obvious.

The Fu Sheng Opera Club's funding was tight when they wanted to come. Even when Han Chu Ming was there, he wanted to give everyone something good to eat, but he was powerless to do so.

Although the performance queue was very full, the Fu Sheng drama club did not have much income. Therefore, the food in the theater had always been very monotonous. Fortunately, these people did not pick a fight with their mouths. In addition, they were very hungry from training, so they were able to keep it up.

Everyone was holding a bowl and eating at the dining table while chatting. Master Zhuang asked Uncle Fang to serve one serving for himself.

"It's time to eat. Which of you will bring this to Han Yuling after finishing your meal?" Master Zhuang made the arrangements.

With just this sentence, everyone lost the excitement they had when wolfing down the food.

Master Zhuang, who noticed this change, pointed at Ah Wu's bowl and said, "Ah Wu, you eat the fastest. You can go later. "

"Why? I haven't even had my soup!" Ah Wu refused.

"Oh, then go after drinking the soup. " Master Zhuang followed along.

"I want to drink a lot! How can it be so fast?!" Ah Wu pointed at the pot of stewed rib soup on the table and said excitedly.

"After drinking so much soup, my stomach is already full. How can I go on stage? You might as well not drink it and send it to Han Ruoling now. "

. . . "" Ah Wu was in a complete mess. No matter how he calculated, he never would have thought that he would go on stage. . .

The people on the table had smiles in their mouths and none of them dared to laugh out loud. They were afraid that Master Zhuang would directly call out their names when he saw them and endured it with great difficulty.