Song Yu’s performance on stage is still eye-catching. He can perform all kinds of difficult moves in street dance tangibly and smartly. Especially when the girls see it, they are even more intoxicated and crazy. The audience screamed like clouds and cracks, including Zhu Hui.
Zhu Hui was deeply attracted by Song Yu at this time. She couldn't help but secretly sigh in the audience. No wonder this group of girls would be so fascinated by Song Yu. He was so handsome.
"Zhu Hui, what are you crazy about, what's so beautiful? Don't look at it or hear it." Yang Qianfan saw that Zhu Hui saw that the handsome guy was crazy again, so he was so angry that he blocked her sight and forbid her. Song Yu is dancing in the stands.
"Go away, don't stop me from looking at the handsome guy." Zhu Hui said impatiently with Yang Qianfan's hand blocking her eyes.
"You like watching handsome guys so much, you can look at me!" Yang Qianfan was anxious and said something stupid that even he would laugh out loud after hearing it.
When Zhu Hui heard him say such brazen words, she was a little bit dumbfounded. After looking back at him coldly, she didn't say anything. She held back her laugh and threw her head aside, even if she didn't look at Song Yu in the stands. Yang Qianfan beside him. Yang Qianfan was even more embarrassed at this time. He also didn't say a word. He just scratched his head fiercely, regretting the stupid things he had just said, blushing, and tossed his head to the other side, both eyes staring in all directions in the court.
Song Yu on the stage finally finished dancing. Of course, with his exquisite dance skills, it was easy to win this round of street dance competition. But even if there is a dance forest master like Song Yu in Nanhua High School, it is difficult to handle. The defeat of the whole game is determined. Just as he was about to step down, a person behind him suddenly stopped him, and that person was not someone else. It is Gao Jie, the soul of the Beijing team.
"I didn't expect that there would be someone like you in Nanhua High School."
"Thank you, we Wuhan people are not as pushy as you Beijingers." Song Yu smiled bitterly at him, with a domineering look, and turned to step off the stage.
"Hey, have you seen our band's performance before?" Gao Jie said proudly.
"You can see." Song Yu stopped, and responded casually.
"what do you think?"
"To be honest, so so."
"General?" Gao Jie was naturally dissatisfied when he heard him say that their band is average, and said: "Listening to you, it seems that the band in your school must be very good."
"We don't have a band in our school, but everyone in our school is equipped with special skills that can not only sing but also sing."
"Really?" Gao Jie raised her eyebrows, and a skeptical sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"You don't believe it? That's good—" Song Yu said, walking to the edge of the stage, and whispering to Zhu Hui in the audience: "Can you sing?"
"I-, singing, is there any mistake!" Zhu Hui pointed at herself with wide eyes, surprised.
"Do you know how to sing?"
"Can't you sing?"
"How can singing reflect the cultural heritage of our Hubei people. If you don't want to be embarrassed, just come on stage and sing."
"But I can't sing Peking Opera."
"Where is Chu Opera?"
"I can't sing either."
"What about other dramas?"
"Huangmei opera can sing so well."
"It would be great if you could sing Huangmei Opera." Song Yu asked happily, "Which one would you sing?"
"Who expects a member of the imperial list?"
"OK! No problem." Song Yu said, blinking his right eye confidently at her, then he dragged her down from the stage to the stage, and then said to Gao Jie, "May I borrow your keyboard?"
"You can play the keyboard?" Gao Jie squinted her eyes, surprised.
"You think we Wuhan people are just like you Beijingers. Those who can dance can't play the piano, and those who can play the piano can't dance."
Seeing the arrogance of the boy in front of him, Gao Jie couldn't help but admire him in awe, admiring him, and found him extremely interesting, so he lent him the electronic keyboard with a smile.
Song Yu sat next to the keyboard, raised his hand and tried the sound on the keyboard for a while, and then winked at Zhu Hui, which meant the beginning.
Zhu Hui stood on the stage, facing all the audience, her heart pounding with nervousness. As the music sounded, Zhu Hui sang along.
"In order to save Li Lang from his homeland, who expected the champion in the imperial ranking, the champion in the red robe, the hat and the palace flowers are so fresh. I have also been to the Qionglin banquet, and I have also beaten the horse in front of the Royal Street. Complimenting me on Pan Anmei, I turned out to be Chanjuan. I didn’t want to show my name when I was the champion, and I didn’t want to be a high-ranking official. For the sentimental Li Gongzi, the husband and wife had a full moon and joyousness, so I waited for leave and returned to my hometown. , I gave him a champion."
She was very cautious when singing the first paragraph, holding the microphone in both hands, standing in the center of the stage, drawing the ground as a prison, stiff as if she did not dare to cross the thunder pond, but when she sang the second paragraph, she completely let go and followed the lyrics. The content, rhythmically dancing and dancing, the postures are all-inclusive, professional, and of everyone's standard. After seeing her performance, the audience in the audience all applauded her authentic Huangmei singing, and one of them clapped. The loudest voice, this person is Yang Qianfan who has been standing in the audience. Yang Qianfan was looking at Zhu Hui on the stage for an instant, and was deeply attracted by her. He Feng, who was standing next to him, was puzzled when he saw his dull look, and wondered whether he was eating wrong today. Take the medicine! So old-fashioned like to listen to Huangmei Opera.
With the last note flowing from Song Yu's fingertips, Zhu Hui finally finished singing the play. The enthusiastic applause from the audience whizzed past her ears. She couldn't help but look back at Song Yu, who had been sitting behind her silently playing the piano. The trend of thought was like a seed buried in the fertile ground. After a spring rain, countless buds came from her heart. The inside broke out and grew vigorously. Under the enthusiasm of the audience, thousands of words were like the wings of a butterfly, flapping their wings silently in her heart. Song Yu looked at her from a distance, as if he had a heart-to-heart connection with her, knowing what she wanted to say, raised her thumbs up at her, smiled to convey confidence and encourage her.
"It seems that your school is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and there are so many talents." Seeing Zhu Hui's performance, Gao Jie couldn't help but said with deep emotion to Song Yu beside him.
"Apart from these, is it so difficult that you have nothing else to say?" Song Yu reminded him.
Gao Jie is not a fool either. Hearing this question, he understands what he wants to say. So he patted Song Yu on the shoulder and laughed in embarrassment: "Only Chu has talent, only Chu has talent."
"You should now understand that the words'Only Chu Youcai' describe Hubei people very reasonable!" Song Yu stood up proudly, and gave him a high-five in the air to convey friendship.
Gao Jie held Song Yu's hand tightly, laughed, shook his head with interest, and said: "You people in Wuhan have the same character as the climate here. It either makes you too cold or too hot. Can't stand it."
Song Yu looked at him with a smile but did not answer, tacitly acquiescing to the mantra of his emotion just now.