Murong Qiao gave everyone a surprise.
"Everyone already has the answer to which programs I want to keep," the president of the Arts Society went on stage and announced.
Everyone looked at each other and nodded in response.
It was true that Feng Xinyao was better than ordinary people, but when Murong Qiao sat in front of the piano and pressed the first key, the winner was already decided.
As expected, Murong Qiao kept her piano solo.
"…" Feng Xinyao bit her lower lip, unwilling to give up.
Her gaze was fixed on Murong Qiao. Looking at her face that looked even better in ordinary clothes, the jealousy in her heart couldn't help but surge.
She had thought that she would definitely win this piano competition. She did not expect Murong Qiao to be even better than her.
Feng Xinyao felt like her face was on fire. She wished she could turn around and leave right now.
