"What a beautiful girl," whispered the people in the front row.
"You also play the lute really well."
I feel that playing the lute is not bad. It gives off a very elegant feeling.
Fu Nanli twirled his fingers lightly, his gaze focused on the people on the stage.
The light was still focused on Wen Qiao alone, but in the darkness, the drumming grew from weak to strong and gradually became more concentrated. Everyone's hearts were in their throats, as if the battle situation was right in front of their eyes.
The sounds of battle by the dark riverbank seemed to ring in his ears.
Immediately after, the lights on the stage were fully lit up. A melodious flute sound came from the horizon, lightening the solemn atmosphere of the massacre. The guqin was loud and clear, deep and loud like a bronze bell, and the overtone was transparent like beads.
The four different musical instruments coordinated flawlessly, and the climax came one after another.
This was an audio and visual feast.
After the heart-stirring ambush ended, thunderous applause rang out in the stadium.
This was different from the Central Conservatory of Music, where the students advocated Western music. No matter how well Wen Qiao and the others performed, they did not get warm applause.
The audience here was objective and fair.
The applause was the greatest affirmation for them.
Following that was a gentle, graceful, and sorrowful song of the backbone.
The Liang and Zhu families were well-known by everyone. The audience resonated with them. They also contributed to the high-level performance, and the venue was filled with applause from time to time.
Xu Lu was also there. She was wearing a mask and sitting in the corner. Zhao Tong had asked her to come over, saying that there would be a good show to watch today.
After her nose was injured, she couldn't bring herself to do anything and couldn't even get online anymore. However, Zhao Tong had said that Wen Qiao would make a fool of herself today, so she definitely couldn't miss it.
However, when she arrived, she didn't see Wen Qiao make a fool of herself, only seeing her in the limelight.
The applause and praises were all ear-piercing.
Finally, the song " the backbone of the country " came to an end, and the applause lasted for a long time.
Xu Lu couldn't help but roll her eyes. What a bunch of ignorant people.
Finally, it was the Q & a 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 playing the lute, is she Wen Qiao?"
The staff member passed the microphone to Wen Qiao. "Hello," he said.
I'd like to ask, what do you think about the rumor on the internet that you'RE teacher muyue? "
Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat. This was arranged by Zhao Tong and the others?
Making it difficult for her to stop?
How could these people not live in peace if they didn't cause trouble?
There was at least half a minute of silence before the atmosphere turned cold.
Zhao Tong and Jin Xuan looked smug. Wen Qiao couldn't admit it now, nor could she deny it. If she admitted it, she would be slapped in the face by hai Mao. If she didn't admit it, the netizens on the internet would definitely scold her for creating hype and putting gold on her face.
Xu Lu's expression turned serious.
This was what Zhao Tong meant by a good show? Make Wen Qiao lose face?
She didn't know why, but she had a bad feeling in her heart. She had composed a song for Wen Qiao before, and the star Bridge was very popular in school at the time, so she took it for herself.
It meant that Wen Qiao had the ability to do so.
Previously, she had been unwilling to think in this direction because she didn't dare to think in detail. She didn't want to associate mu Yue with Wen Qiao in the slightest.
But now, the question was right on the tip of Wen Qiao's tongue.
This made her a little panicked and she couldn't help but make connections.
Could Wen Qiao be mu Yue?
It was very possible.
First, she could compose;
Second, Shang fan had clearly stated that mu Yue was a student of Central Conservatory of Music.
Thirdly, Shang fan performed with Wen Qiao and the rest at the freshmen welcoming party.
Xu Lu's expression was very ugly, and even her breathing was a little stifled as she looked nervously at the people on the stage.
She hoped that she was overthinking it.
Wen Qiao, are you really teacher mu Yue? "
The male reporter's tone was somewhat gloating, as if he was waiting to see her embarrass herself.
Wen Qiao's eyes were initially closed, but all of-sudden, she looked up at the male reporter and said in-firm tone-
"Yes, Wanwan. I'm mu Yue."
Everyone was in an uproar.