Jiang Xianrou's performance just now was so shocking that most of the audience was still immersed in the previous performance. Unlike the thunderous applause from the audience when Jiang Xianrou came on stage, the auditorium was as quiet as a chicken when Song Tian and Qiao Nian came on stage.
The audience didn't really care who came up.
Some uncivilized audience members were still discussing Jiang Xianrou's performance with each other.
Wen Ziyu pinched his palms. Seeing Qiao Nian coming on stage, everyone's reaction was to speak up for Qiao Nian and the others from the bottom of their hearts.
But he was alone, and no matter how angry he was, he couldn't lose his temper in such an occasion.
On the contrary, Fu Ge, who was sitting on the other side of him, looked coldly at the dull atmosphere in the conference hall, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a hint of satisfaction flowed in his eyes!
He hadn't had time to enjoy the pleasure.
Suddenly, I heard applause from the front row.
Only one person applauded.
That person's applause was particularly firm and loud.
It was like a thunderclap in the whispering hall, making many people who didn't care realize that a new show was on stage.
Wen Ruxia also heard the steady and powerful applause coming from her side, and leaned forward to look in the direction of the sound.
When I saw the man's handsome and elegant profile.
There was more understanding in her eyes. She smiled, then raised her hands and applauded.
The scale of Tsinghua University’s anniversary celebration this year was quite high. Liang Conglin attached great importance to this year’s freshmen and invited many celebrities to attend.
He also invited people from the Ministry of Culture with all his strength.
But among these people, if it really comes down to bloodline and status, most of them have to give the account to the two old families, the Ye family and the Wen family.
Seeing Ye Wangchuan taking the lead in applauding.
Wen Ruxia followed closely behind. Even though the others were not interested in the self-humiliating performance of the Chinese medicine department on the stage, they looked at each other, raised their hands, and applauded blankly.
If there is one person, there will be two people; if there are two people, there will be a group of people.
Applause gradually broke out in the Great Hall.
Although it wasn’t as anticipated as when Jiang Xianrou took the stage, it definitely livened up the atmosphere!
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On the stage, Qiao Nian took out his electronic keyboard from his black backpack and found a place near the backstage to plug it in and tune it.
Song Tian was also standing on the stage. She nervously clutched the seam of her trousers, looking at the crowded audience below under the flickering lights. She did not have the courage she had backstage, and a thick layer of sweat appeared on the palms of her hands.
"Qiao, Qiao Qiao read..."
Song Tian's voice was trembling unnaturally with nervousness. She stood there like a wooden stake, not daring to move, and called Qiao Nian's name, as if this could make her feel more secure.
"kindness?"
The girl who was building the electronic piano stand behind her looked up when she heard it, revealing a beautiful face.
Much prettier than Jiang Xianrou!
It's just that she didn't wear high-end clothes, nor did she put on fancy makeup. Her plain face and leisurely posture were the greatest contempt for Jiang Xianrou's fancy dress.
Song Tian almost fell for her at first sight, but she was still scared to death, and asked with a trembling voice: "Do you think we are okay?"
Qiao Nian calmly pressed the keys with one hand to test the sound effects. She hadn't released any new songs recently and hadn't used this equipment for a long time. In her spare time, she didn't forget to answer Song Tian's question: "Don't worry, there won't be any problem."
"My legs are starting to feel weak, what should I do?" Song Tian was almost crying while standing on the stage.
Oh my god, she didn’t expect there were so many people in the audience.
He is as handsome as a Buddha off stage, but as cowardly as a dog on stage!
I want to cry, what should I do
(End of this chapter)