Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Is this really a good performance? It won’t scare people to death, right?

Liang Yan knew Su Chen's abilities, and when she heard this, her expression cracked a little, and her smile was uglier than crying: "Student Su, can I ask if that performance is for living people to watch?"

"Although, I do lack two spots. If I don't hand them in, I won't be able to explain to the Student Union. But if you're performing for the dead, send people away."

"Then I think that being scolded by the student union is a slightly lesser responsibility than sending them all away. What do you think?"

Su Chen raised his eyebrows, knowing that she had misunderstood. Thinking of the plots in the movie, well, it was no wonder that they had misunderstood.

"Squad leader, the suona isn't meant for the dead. In ancient times, suona was used to usher in weddings. There's a saying that goes, 'Of all musical instruments, the suona is the king.' There's a reason for that."

"Haozi and I are performing a joyful performance, not a sad one. Don't worry, class monitor. We don't want to be socially disgraced. If we really perform a sad one, we'll probably be beaten to death by all the students in the school..."

Liang Yan stared at him to make sure he was serious.

Feeling more at ease, he nodded and said, "Okay, classmate Su is not the kind of person who makes trouble. I'll listen to you. I'll register your names. Thank you for your cooperation."

"You're too polite, monitor. It's our duty to bring honor to our class. We can't just push it all onto you. Don't worry, I, Wang Hao, will do my best."

Liang Yan sniffed and her eyes turned red.

Wow, so touching. It must be so hard for her to be the class monitor. Fortunately, there are classmates who understand her. That’s great. She can still hold on for another two years until graduation.

After registering the list, I happily went out with my notebook.

After the squad leader left, the others came over and started talking at once: "Wow, brother, you are really good. If you don't move, it will be fine. But if you move, it will be a big deal."

"Don't tell me, I've never seen a school celebration with a paper figurine performance and suona music. This creativity is unique."

"That's right, bro, I have a feeling you're going to be famous. Even if you're black and red, you're still famous."

"...??"

Su Chen pulled the corner of his mouth, a little helpless: "Ahem, let's just perform casually. When the time comes, we will wear masks and not show our faces. It will be better for Haozi and I to die."

"As for the mask? Oh my god, why didn't I think of that? You're really smart, Su. Don't worry, we'll all go there when the time comes. Cheer for you two."

"Do you need help with the paper figurine? We can help."

"It's okay, Haozi and I are fine. Thank you for your kindness. Can you please make way for me? The air is a little thin."

A bell rang, and everyone returned to their seats. The chattering gradually died down.

Su Chen rubbed his ears and felt much better. He took out his mobile phone and placed an order online to buy materials for making paper figures. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Hao was also looking at the suona, and the two chatted from time to time. After choosing, they placed an order and bought it. If they needed it in the future, they could use it again, so it wouldn't be wasted...

Half a month before the school anniversary, Wang Hao began to practice suona frantically, playing it non-stop in the abandoned teaching building. The harsh and sharp sound tortured many people.

Su Chen stuffed cotton in his ears, and his expression looked better. He took a look and saw the person who was playing the flute with all his might, with black lines on his forehead.

He sighed, stood up, walked over, and patted his shoulder.

Wang Hao came back to his senses from his intoxication, and looked at him with shining eyes: "How are you, brother? Am I very talented? I used to love going to those weddings and funerals in our village."

"I'm very familiar with the sound of the suona, but your music score seems a bit complicated. I need to practice more."

Su Chen was silent for a moment, then pointed at the music score. "I've highlighted the problematic areas for you. Look carefully and adjust the pressure when blowing."

"Otherwise, when the school celebration starts, your face... will be no different from a pufferfish, and your cheeks will be very painful. In short, be more careful. We are still in the training stage, so there is no need to use so much force."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Hao realized he understood.