Xia Jiaojiao met her gaze without fear, propped her chin with her hand, and bore the look of someone enjoying a good show.
Whether she forfeited next or went up to perform, she was just waiting to embarrass herself!
She simply couldn't believe a country bumpkin could play the guzheng!
"There must be some mistake, I'll go talk to your class teacher...," he started to rise from his seat as he spoke, but as he was about to stand up, a pair of soft, boneless hands landed on his shoulder.
These hands were surprisingly strong, pushing him back into his seat.
He looked up instinctively, meeting Xia Ningxing's calm eyes, "No need, brother. I'm going on stage to play the instrument."
It was just playing the instrument, no big deal.
She was calm and steady, completely unaffected by the sudden surprise, not showing even the slightest bit of nervousness—instead, the corners of her mouth revealed a hint of scorn.
