There was a whisper from the front row: "What a beautiful girl." ”

"I play the pipa really well."

"I feel good about playing the pipa, and I feel very temperamental."

Fu Nanli gently twisted his fingertips, staring intently at the people on the stage.

The light was still only tied to Wen Qiao alone, but in the dark, the drums beat from weak to strong, the drumbeat gradually intensified, everyone's hearts were raised to their throats, and the battle situation seemed to appear in front of them.

The sound of fighting on the banks of the dark river seemed to ring in my ears.

Immediately afterwards, the lights on the stage were all bright, and a melodious flute sound came from the sky, alleviating the solemn atmosphere of the massacre.

Four different instruments, perfectly coordinated and climaxing.

It's an audio-visual feast.

A gripping ten-sided ambush came to an end, and thunderous applause rang out in the venue.

This is different from in CCTV, where students advocate Western music, and even if Wen Qiao and her performance are good, they will not get warm applause.

The audience here is objective and impartial.

The applause is the greatest affirmation of them.

followed by a gentle and graceful, lingering and sympathetic [Liang Zhu].

Liang Zhu is a household name, the audience has a great sense of resonance, and they also contributed a super high-level performance, and there were bursts of applause from time to time in the venue.

Xu Lu also came, she was wearing a mask and sitting in the corner, it was Zhao Tong who asked her to come over, saying that she had a good show to watch today.

After her nose injury, she couldn't raise the interest to do anything, and she didn't even have access to the Internet, but Zhao Tong said that Wen Qiao would make a fool of her today, so she definitely couldn't miss it.

But after I came, I didn't see Wen Qiao make a fool of myself, I only saw her in the limelight.

The applause, the praise, all sounded harsh.

Finally, the song [Liang Zhu] came to an end, and the applause lasted for a long time.

Xu Lu couldn't help but roll her eyes, a group of uninformed.

Finally, when it came time for the question session, the staff handed the microphone to a man in a suit in the second row.

The man stood up and asked directly, "The one who plays the pipa is Wen Qiao, isn't it?" ”

The staff handed Wen Qiao the microphone: "Hello." ”

"I want to ask, what do you think about the fact that you are Teacher Muyue that has been spread on the Internet?"

Wen Qiao sighed in his heart, this is what Zhao Tong and the others arranged?

Make it difficult for her to ride a tiger?

Why are these people restless when they don't cause trouble for a day?

Silence, at least half a minute of silence, and that's the cold scene.

Zhao Tong and Jin Xuan looked proud, Wen Qiao she now admits that she is not, denying it is not, admitting that she will be slapped in the face by Haimao, if she doesn't admit it, those netizens on the Internet will definitely scold her for hyping up and putting gold on her face.

Xu Lu's face became solemn.

This is what Zhao Tong said about having a good show? Make Wincho make a fool of himself?

Somehow, she had a bad premonition in her heart, Wen Qiao she had composed a tune, and the star bridge was very popular in the school at that time, so she took it for herself.

It shows that Wen Qiao has the ability to do this.

She had been reluctant to think about this aspect before, because she didn't dare to think about it, and because she didn't want to have the slightest relationship between Mu Yue and Wen Qiao.

But now, the question came to Wen Qiao's mouth.

This made her panic a little and had to think about it.

Is it possible that Wen Qiao is Muyue?

Too likely.

One is that she can compose;

Second, Shang Fan clearly said that Mu Yue is a student of Yangyin;

Third, at the welcome party, Shang Fan and Wen Qiao performed together.

Xu Lu's face was very ugly, and even his breathing was a little stagnant, looking at the people on the stage nervously.

Hopefully, she's thinking too much.

"Classmate Wen Qiao, are you Teacher Muyue?"

There was a bit of schadenfreude in the male reporter's tone, as if he was waiting to see her embarrassment.

Wen Qiao's eyes were originally slight, but suddenly, he raised his eyes to look at the male reporter, and his tone was firm-

"Yes...... I am Mu Yue. ”

The audience was in an uproar.

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