Hmm?
After hearing Jun Mo's words, everyone was full of doubts.
Until autumn, September 8th?
What was the meaning of this?
September 8th?
Isn't it September in a month?
Or was there some other meaning?
However, Jun Mo didn't intend to explain further.
Hong Tao agreed and didn't continue asking.
Then, Jun Mo recorded a few scenes at the beginning of the show under the arrangement of the program team.
At this point.
The recording of the fourth episode of The Singer ended.
Jun Mo had completed the first thing he did after transmigrating.
At the same time.
A crisp voice sounded in Jun Mo's mind.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission. You have obtained the skill--”
Grandmaster-level opera?
Hearing the word 'opera,' Jun Mo fell into deep thought.
..................
It was already very late when they finished recording The Singer.
Jun Mo took a taxi back to the hotel he rented.
Because Jun Mo was still a senior, the school provided him with a dormitory.
Therefore, he was not in a hurry to rent a house.
"I'm finally home!"
Jun Mo threw himself onto the bed after he returned to his nest.
She rested her hands under her head and looked at the ceiling.
Recalling everything that had happened today, it was like a dream.
It was alright.
His performance on the show today was not bad.
After the show was broadcast, it would probably be a blockbuster.
What should he do after that?
Thinking about it, Jun Mo thought of the reward given by the System today.
Was it an opera?
Speaking of this word, Jun Mo thought of his master in this life, Fu Hongde!
He had never seen his parents since he was young. It was Master and Mistress who had raised him.
Old Master Fu.
He used to be a famous opera master, but now he was a big shot.
The old man, who was almost 70 years old, had experienced the heyday of opera.
However, people were fickle now, and opera had long declined.
Nowadays, children had computers and mobile phones to play with, cartoons, television dramas, and movies to watch.
Who would be willing to learn opera?
In this fickle society, everyone believed in making quick money.
Who would be willing to work in such a precarious industry?
Old Master Fu had experienced this period of decline.
He was also gradually disheartened.
However, he still had strict requirements for his disciples.
Jun Mo vaguely remembered that many years ago, his Master pointed at them and said,"
"Although you have spent so much effort on opera, you may not be able to make a name for yourself."
"However, since you have acknowledged me as your master, I will treat you with the strictest requirements!”
"The rules of the ancestors cannot be abolished!”
When Old Master Fu said this, he even choked up a little.
Jun Mo kept these words in mind and trained harder!
However, things did not go as he wished.
Jun Mo's talent is limited
Even under the guidance of the best opera teacher.
Even under the relentless training.
He still couldn't sing well.
unable to spread the culture of opera;
Unable to fulfill his master's wish;
He couldn't become his master's pride.
He had always kept this matter in mind.
It was like a fishbone stuck in his throat!
Old Master Fu knew all of this.
He knew the pain in his little disciple's heart.
Jun Mo seemed to be a good singer.
Moreover, he heard that the variety show had been very popular recently.
Therefore, he pulled down his old face and begged Hongtao to bring his little disciple on the show.
That was why Jun Mo had the chance to make a surprise attack on the stage of The Singer today.
Thinking of this, Jun Mo became absent-minded again.
One had to know that he had transmigrated to this world through soul fusion, not possession.
His feelings for his master were extremely deep.
Jun Mo stood up and poured himself a glass of water.
Holding the glass of water, he walked to the window.
Jun Mo looked out of the window and could vaguely see the hazy moon.
He remembered something that was deeply etched in his memory.
That was last year.
Old Master Fu invited Jun Mo and the other senior and junior brothers of similar age to have dinner with him.
Jun Mo had forgotten what day it was.
He only remembered that the old man had a few glasses of wine and started to get drunk.
"You guys haven't experienced the era when opera was truly flourishing. You don't know how glorious the actors were at that time!”
"Fate is playing tricks on us!"
After muttering these words, the old man continued to drink.
His senior brothers didn't understand and also drank with him.
Only Jun Mo was sitting at the side.
It was really because his alcohol tolerance was not good. He would collapse after one glass.
Therefore, no one forced him to drink.
Jun Mo was also happy.
As he drank, the old man became a little tipsy.
Slowly, he leaned on the table and said something with his drunk eyes.
The other senior brothers were drinking enthusiastically.
Only Jun Mo heard it.
What the old man said was-
"Master, I really hope that you can stand on the biggest stage and sing for a while!”
"That's tens of thousands of people cheering!"
"How glorious!"
In the hotel.
Jun Mo, who was standing in front of the window, thought of this.
His gaze became firm.
"A corner?"
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