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Chapter 290

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When he saw Wan Kun's expression, he was shocked. What kind of expression was that? It was so scary!

Soon, Shang Ziyang heard what Wei Wei was singing. It was' Matriarchal Society '. Perhaps Teacher Wan didn't like this style. Would he just leave like that?

Just as he was about to ask him to stay, he saw Wan Kun suddenly close his eyes and beat the beat with one hand. His face was full of excitement.

Shang Ziyang heaved a sigh of relief. He felt as though he had a heart attack!

Just like that, the three of them quietly listened to Wei Wei sing. Then, Wan Kun said, "Director Shang, are you sure she's a young singer who hasn't debuted yet?"

Shang Ziyang said, "Indeed!"

Wan Kun nodded. He couldn't suppress the excitement in his voice. "Her voice is not bad. She's a good seedling. I'll coach her personally in the future."

Shang Ziyang was in a good mood. If he did this well, the Third Eldest Son might pardon him. He didn't even need to go to Africa!

"Teacher Wan, you have good taste!"

He quickly looked at Wei Wei. "Wei Wei, come and greet Teacher Wan Kun."

When Wei Wei heard Wan Kun, she thought that she had heard wrongly.

She turned around and looked at the door. When she saw Wan Kun, she immediately activated her fangirl mode. She ran over and said with a trembling voice, "Teacher Wan, I like you very much. I've always been your fan."

Wan Kun was very pleased. He didn't expect that such a beautiful girl who could sing so well would be one in a million. "How old are you?"

Wei Wei said, "22."

Wan Kun nodded. "Have you studied music before?"

Wei Wei said, "I'm a third-year student. I'm studying vocal music."

Wan Kun nodded. He was obviously very satisfied. "Not bad. I heard that you're going to participate in 'Music Intern'?"

It was Wei Wei's first time meeting her idol. She was so excited that she was a little incoherent. "Yes."

Wan Kun said, "Then learn from me in the future."

Wei Wei said, "R-Really? Teacher Wan. "

Wan Kun looked at Wei Wei with a strange light in his eyes, as if he had discovered a diamond in the rough. "Of course it's true. You probably haven't received professional training before, so there's still a lot of room for improvement."

Wei Wei replied, "Yes."

In front of her idol, she blushed like a shy girl.

While Shang Ziyang was feeling happy, he suddenly felt that the room temperature had dropped by several degrees. Something was wrong. He looked at the direction of the Third Eldest Son and found that the Third Eldest Son's expression was really scary!

This … this …

He felt that the day when he would leave Africa was not far away.

Mochen stared coldly at Wei Wei.

Shang Ziyang coughed lightly. "Teacher Wan, this is the behind-the-scenes boss of Mo Corporation Pictures …"

Wan Kun waved his hand and interrupted him. "I'm not interested in your boss. This girl is mine from now on."

Shang Ziyang coughed heavily, not daring to make a sound.

Sh * t, he was dead meat!

The Third Eldest Son was jealous, and he was very jealous.

He tried his best to signal Wei Wei with his eyes, but Wei Wei didn't see it at all. She was looking at her idol with admiration, completely activating her fangirl mode.

Wan Kun looked at Shang Ziyang. "President Shang has caught a cold?"

Shang Ziyang nodded bitterly. "Yes, I've been coughing for the past few days."

Wan Kun said, "Then you'd better go out first, in case you pass the cold to …"

He turned to look at Wei Wei. "Oh yes, what's your name?"

Wei Wei said excitedly, her face glowing. "Wei Wei!"

Wan Kun nodded and looked at Shang Ziyang. "Hurry up and go out. Don't pass the cold to Wei Wei. You know that the competition will start in less than two weeks."

Shang Ziyang was speechless.

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