The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the Erhu exhibition hall, An Chen was surprised to find that there were many people gathered here. It was deserted just now, but he didn't expect so many people to come in such a short time.

An Chen thought these people were interested in the erhu, so they gathered around here, but a burst of quarrel broke An Chen's idea.

They squeezed in through the gap next to them, and An Chen found that the person quarreling was none other than the performers of the school anniversary show who had just been given a day off.

There were more than 200 people in the school anniversary performance. Of course An Chen couldn't remember every one of them, but this person was not unfamiliar at all. He was the short-haired girl playing the piano in the video.

"Apologise." The girl said to the boy opposite.

"Why should I apologize? Are you a lunatic?"

"Why shouldn't you apologize? Why do you say the erhu is bad?"

"That's right! I didn't expect that such a big lecture would have a separate exhibition hall for Erhu. Shouldn't it be free to watch on the overpass?"

"Speak with respect! What happened to the erhu? The erhu is a traditional Chinese musical instrument. Why do you belittle the erhu so much?"

"So what's the matter? The erhu is a thing that can't be put on the stage, why don't we let people talk about it?"

As soon as the boy finished speaking, the short-haired girl didn't bother to write ink, so she just took action and hit the boy with the book in her hand.

"Brother, stop him." An Chen quickly asked Ji Xuan and Ling Han to stop him. The boy deserved to be beaten. For such a worthless person, An Chen was afraid that he would hit the short-haired girl.

"Who are you? Why are you stopping me? Don't mind your own business, she's just a lunatic."

"Shut up! I didn't see that she looked like a madman, but I saw that you looked like a fool." After hearing what he said, Ling Han felt that this person's brain was not working very well.

Although Ling Han has no feeling for these traditional musical instruments, he has no feeling for all musical instruments.

But as a traditional Chinese musical instrument, the erhu should be treated with respect, not belittling, and there should be no personal attacks on the performers.

When the boy said that he could watch it for free on the overpass, Ling Han's attitude towards him had already dropped one hundred and eighty degrees.

The boy was about to retort, but after glancing at Ji Xuan and Ling Han, he thought about it in his mind and decided, forget it, he can't beat them.

Of course this girl knew these two people. When she saw them here, she subconsciously raised her head and looked to the side, and sure enough she saw An Chen waving to her.

It’s over, it’s over! The image is ruined! The girl with short hair is extremely nervous now.

"Do you know her?" Fu Yanxing looked at An Chen greeting the girl, and suddenly felt a little nervous.

Fu Yanxing is still confused. According to his character, he is actually very decisive, but here in An Chen, his decisiveness cannot be implemented at all.

In his current understanding, he didn't know that An Chen was a girl. He only knew that he liked a boy. He thought gender didn't matter, but gender was indeed an obstacle that some people thought was difficult to overcome.

So he was also worried that An Chen would not like him, and that An Chen would reject him because of his gender. Of course, what worries her most is that An Chen falls in love with someone else.

"I know her, but I don't know her well. She was the piano player in the school celebration performance. How could I not recognize her?" After An Chen said this, he pulled Transformation over and walked over.

Not knowing much, Fu Yanxing only heard these four words, and then felt relieved. She was the one performing the school anniversary performance, and it was natural for An Chen to help her.

Riding a horse into the wind, watching the ups and downs of life. Roaring songs and book scenes make the world laugh at the desolate age. Use dreams as horses to gallop through the years. --Sea Banquet "Nirvana in Fire"