After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

  That piano sound doesn't sound like any popular melody, or hot song.

   Occasionally flipping, flying and falling, the melody of twirling and ethereal dancing makes Murong Qiao feel catchy after only listening to a section.

   I don’t have much description, but I think it sounds good.

  Through the glass on the door, Murong Qiao could only see the movement of the boy's fingertips flying in front of the piano with his back turned to him.

   It seems that he is also one of the contestants this time?

  A guess emerged in Murong Qiao's mind, and then he wondered if he should wait for the other party to finish playing the song and ask for his name to write down.

   It's just that the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated untimely, dispelling the thought that had just arisen in Murong Qiao's mind.

   Murong Qiao didn't want to disturb the boys playing the piano, so he walked a long distance before answering the phone.

   "Sorry Miss Murong, I just answered the phone and didn't see it..." Xu Zhuo apologized first.

  Actually, even considering the current time, Murong Qiao just arrived here according to the expected time, and Xu Zhuo is not wrong.

   It's just that he was forced to answer the phone temporarily just now, and missed Murong Qiao's news unexpectedly.

   "It's nothing serious." Murong Qiao said briefly.

  Xu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, "Where are you now? The road here is more complicated, I'll go find you."

  Hearing that Murong Qiao seemed not to be angry, Xu Zhuo's tense state dissipated a lot.

  Murong Qiao told the location where he got off the car just now, and asked Xu Zhuo again, and the two finally met at the rehearsal site five minutes later.

   "That's right, there are some shots and appearances about you in the beginning and the middle, and you need to be a little familiar with the stage structure and route..."

  Xu Zhuo didn't dare to waste Murong Qiao's time, so he talked about Murong Qiao's role as a special guest at that time, trying to use short and straightforward language and complete the work efficiently.

  At any rate, he is one of the sponsors of the show, and Xu Zhuo's attitude towards Murong Qiao can be called too respectful.

  However, to Xu Zhuo's surprise, Murong Qiao cooperated very well, without any arrogance or condescension like the boss of the company, nor did he make people feel uncomfortable.

  The whole process can be described as smooth and flowing, which subverts Xu Zhuo's impression faintly.

   "I probably know what's going on in my heart, just walk around twice, and go get busy if you have something to do."

  Thanks to his excellent memory, Murong Qiao walked back and forth a few times according to the process, and he probably understood what was going on.

   There is no need for Xu Zhuo to accompany him here, Murong Qiao directly drives the other party away.

  Xu Zhuo just wanted to say that he was fine, but the phone rang again.

   Just at this time!

  He cursed in his heart, apologized to Murong Qiao, then turned around and answered the phone.

   "Xu Zhuo, I haven't finished talking to you just now. My brother really wants to be an artist and go to variety shows. Would you consider it?" A female voice was on the opposite side.

  Xu Zhuo frowned, "Being an artist is no joke, besides—"

   "I'm not kidding either." The other side interrupted him.

  The female voice was quite serious, "I am an older sister who just wants to fulfill the little wish of a younger brother."

   "I don't make it difficult for you, just give him a place to participate. As for whether he can get in, it's his own business."

  Xu Zhuo felt relieved when he heard what the other party said.

   As a director, he can easily handle such trivial matters as reserving a spot.

   "I'll go to your next variety show in my spare time, okay?" The other side threw out another condition.

   This lure can be regarded as hooking Xu Zhuo's heart.

  Xu Zhuo coughed lightly, "I am only responsible for letting him participate."

   "Okay, I'll throw him over with your words." The other party was also unambiguous, and hung up the phone without talking a few words after getting a response.

  Xu Zhuo is not the kind of upright person who can't tolerate sand in his eyes. He has produced a lot of variety shows, so he naturally knows what kind of routines are in these.

   It is not a loss for big stars to participate in variety shows for things like stuffing people in.

  Xu Zhuo calmed down a little, and after finishing the call, he planned to go back to see that Miss Murong.

   "Miss Murong just left, and she asked me to talk to the director." The staff replied.

  Murong Qiao was almost familiar with the process and was about to head back home, but halfway along the way, she saw the place where she got off the car when she came.

  The footsteps that were about to leave were stopped by the lights that were still on on the first floor.

  Murong Qiao looked in the direction of the light in doubt, and after sketching the general terrain in his mind, he vaguely remembered that it seemed to be the place where he heard the sound of the piano just now.

  …That person, isn’t he still playing?

   This idea suddenly came to her mind.

   But it is half past eleven now.

  Murong Qiao glanced at the time displayed on his phone. If he remembered correctly, he had been rehearsing on stage for at least an hour.

   It was the second time to walk the road, and Murong Qiao was familiar with it a lot. She went to the door of the building and turned two corners. This time, she arrived at the door of the practice room without chasing her ears.

  The boy was still sitting where Murong Qiao saw it when he came, as if time had never flowed on him, playing tirelessly.

  Murong Qiao gently pushed the door open, and his voice suddenly amplified a lot.

  She closed the door with light steps, then stood at the door and waited silently until the end of the song before speaking softly.

"Now it was late."

  The boy sitting on the piano bench seemed to be frightened, and his fingertips paused as he was about to play the next song, and looked in the direction of Murong Qiao in surprise.

  He stood up a little at a loss, "I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

   This action also allowed Murong Qiao to see clearly the true face of the boy playing the piano.

He has a clean and delicate appearance. At first glance, he looks like a good-looking and powerful senior in school. He wears a white shirt and has loose hair on his forehead. His eyes look like the wind blowing across the grass in spring. The shattered light and the scent of green grass brushed across his face together.

   "That's not true." Murong Qiao shook his head, "I think you play pretty well."

   "What's the name of this song?" She asked casually.

  The boy pursed his lips, "For the time being...there is no name yet, this is my own song."

  After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, he frowned, and added another sentence after a moment of silence.

   "My name is Jing Jianbai, and I am a contestant here."

  Perhaps he was afraid that practicing the piano alone at night would be too weird and might scare Murong Qiao, so Jing Jianbai explained his identity to make his behavior more reasonable.

   "Going to bed late will affect the energy of the game, and you can also practice piano during the day." Seeing that the other party plays the piano very well, and because he wants to get to know him better, Murong Qiao rarely said a word.

  Although people don't know how, but if what Jing Jianbai said is true, this song is also original by the other party, but it reminds Murong Qiao of the time when he beckoned to Qu Xiu and Qu Xi.

  Jing Jianbai's talent is no worse than that of the Qu brothers and sisters.

  Jing Jianbai shook his head, "No."

   "I also practice the piano during the day, and six hours of sleep is enough."

  He answered Murong Qiao's question honestly, with a somewhat blunt tone, which made Jing Jianbai seem a little dazed, but serious.

  Murong Qiao waited a while before speaking, "So—you played from daytime to now?"

   "I went to eat." Jing Jianbai explained seriously.

  Murong Qiao raised his hand and raised his forehead because of the answer, "You...forget it."

  She didn't know what kind of answer to give for a while, and she was a little dumbfounded.

  The phone vibrated, it should be that the driver who came to pick her up has arrived.