Chapter 403 Let Him Talk Less

The red carpet session lasted for about an hour. After all the stars had finished walking, they sat down at their assigned positions and watched the opening dance.

Sitting next to Sheng Jingheng was also a young male singer.

He is a few years older, but his debut time is exactly one year shorter than Sheng Jingheng's.

The achievements and grades obtained are also worse than Sheng Jingheng's.

So this meeting was a bit awkward, the two of them sat too close to each other, they seemed too unfamiliar if they didn't talk, and they didn't seem to know each other that well when they talked.

So I have been a little embarrassed, I can only look at my watch from time to time, touch my hair, and look at the people next to me, it seems that I am not so boring and deserted.

It wasn't until several awards were awarded and the main show began that they calmed down and looked at the stage seriously.

But after watching it for a while, I still couldn't help but subconsciously said: "Wow, is this the legendary Nanyue? The scene is so stable, it's incredible."

"This dance? I can't breathe at all, and I can hear Sister Lan's breath a little bit."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a good figure."

Just when he was talking to himself, a bottle of water was suddenly handed to him, just blocking his eyes.

"?" The male singer was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to take the water, and turned to look at Sheng Jingheng, "Thank you."

Does this mean to make him talk less? It's a bit awesome.

But he knew Sheng Jingheng's background very well, so he asked himself that he couldn't afford to offend him, so he obediently kept his voice down and drank some water, preparing to watch quietly.

Unexpectedly, just after drinking the water, Sheng Jingheng actually took the initiative to talk to him.

"Which company?"

"Uh," the male singer panicked, "Pentium Music, what's wrong?"

Sheng Jingheng didn't look at him, but still looked forward: "I haven't heard of it."

"..." Boss, it's normal if you haven't heard of it, so don't be curious.

After the male singer finished slandering, he laughed dryly: "It's a small company, and there are not many artists."

At least they are first-tier and second-tier, although there is no way to compare with Shengshi Entertainment.

Sheng Jingheng nodded slightly: "It doesn't matter if the company is small, you can make music with peace of mind."

"Yes." Seeing that Sheng Jingheng had been looking at the stage, the male singer also remembered, turned his head to look, but regretfully found that the stage of cooperation between Nanyue and Lan Lingxuan had ended, and the two were just leaving the stage. No need to read.

At this moment, Sheng Jingheng suddenly got up and walked to the side.

"Are you..." Are you going to go on stage?

The male singer looked at Sheng Jingheng who was striding towards the backstage, and resentfully swallowed back what he hadn't finished speaking.

Sure enough, the boss didn't really want to talk to him.

On the other side, Nan Yue, who returned to the backstage lounge, changed his clothes again.

Later, there will be her solo performance-singing "Adventure".

After changing his clothes, Nan Yue sat in front of the makeup mirror, thinking about how to change his makeup slightly, so as to have a different feeling without being too troublesome.

Mo Lulu suddenly stepped forward and handed her the phone: "Nan Yue, call."

"Huh?" Nan Yue took the phone and glanced at it, then paused before sliding the answer button, "Teacher Sheng?"

That end was indeed Sheng Jingheng himself, who was supposed to be sitting in the auditorium of the venue, but the surrounding area was too quiet.

"Come out."

"Come out?" Nan Yue subconsciously stood up and walked out, "Where are you?"

After being led by Sheng Jingheng on the other end of the phone, Nan Yue passed through a lounge and came to a utility room at the deepest part of the corridor, which was completely separated from the noise in front of him, and it was a bit too quiet.

As soon as Nan Yue approached, she felt a familiar aura, a slightly warm hand held her wrist, and gently pulled her aside.

"here."