Her tall and round peaks, her slender muscles, her flat belly, and her long, white legs were all exposed to Song Yan's sight.
Taking a deep breath, Song Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Su, are you testing me or torturing me?"
"Water, I want to drink water." After hearing Song Yan's voice, Su Meier's eyes regained some sparkle and said to him.
"Just a moment."
Fortunately, Song Yan had the foresight to boil a pot of water, pour half a cup of water, and bring it to Su Meier. Song Yan did not dare to look at her more, otherwise, he was really afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself and do something like this. Something worse than a beast is coming.
"Sister Su, the water is here."
Hearing this, Su Meier did not reach for the cup, but a charming smile appeared on her face, and her tone was even more frivolous: "Little brat, does your sister have a good-looking body?"
Song Yan was already trying his best to restrain himself. When he heard Su Meier's words, his eyes subconsciously scanned her whole body. His eyes were faintly red. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Su, you are playing with fire. I hope you will not challenge me." Bottom line, otherwise, I’ll let you know, the little brat will become a grown man!”
"Giggle." Su Meier chuckled like a silver bell, with a bit of provocation in her eyes: "Do you dare?"
Suddenly, Song Yan raised his head and stared at Su Meier's beautiful cheeks with his red eyes: "Sister Su, I say this for the last time, don't provoke me again!"
For some reason, Su Meier panicked when she came into contact with Song Yan's red eyes. She had a vague feeling that if she provoked Song Yan again, I'm afraid the boy in front of her would turn into a hungry wolf and pounce on her. fall.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore!"
Su Meier took the water cup, drank the warm water inside, returned the cup to Song Yan, and said, "Thank you for taking care of me, little brat. I'm fine now, you can leave."
"good."
Song Yan nodded, took the cup, put it on the coffee table and walked out of the room. It was better to leave here and suffer physical and psychological torture.
"By the way, leave your car at the food stall. You can drive it yourself tomorrow!" Song Yan suddenly turned around and said as he was about to walk out of the room.
"okay, I get it."
"boom."
When she heard the door closing, Su Meier was slightly relieved, but she felt a little disappointed inside. She rubbed her heavy head vigorously and said to herself: "It's really confusing!"
After walking out of the hotel, a gust of night wind blew, which not only brought coolness, but also made Song Yan's head clearer.
The faces of Han Sha and Su Mei'er flashed through her mind, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "First I saw all of Teacher Han Sha's body, and then I almost saw all of Su Mei'er's body. It seems that today, I Your luck is extremely strong!"
At nine o'clock the next morning, Song Yan came to Xiangcheng Conservatory of Music again. Yesterday afternoon, the staff of the piano competition organizer called him to inform him that he should go to the auditorium of Xiangcheng Conservatory of Music to participate in the preliminary round at 9:30 today. .
He also briefly explained to him the rules of the preliminary round and asked him to prepare early.
The rules of the preliminary round are similar to those of the audition. They all play their own repertoire. However, the performance venue is changed to the auditorium of the Conservatory of Music. At the same time, there are hundreds more spectators. Moreover, Xiangcheng TV4 will conduct the entire competition. broadcast.
Through the signs, Song Yan found the auditorium of the Conservatory of Music. At the entrance of the auditorium, staff from the organizer were waiting there to issue numbers to the contestants.
Similarly, after reporting his name and ID number, Song Yan received a number plate with the number 88, indicating that he was the 88th to perform.
Under the guidance of the staff, he came to the backstage of the auditorium.
There are nearly 300 contestants who have passed the audition, so the backstage seems a bit crowded at the moment. Fortunately, there are staff backstage to maintain order, otherwise it will definitely become a mess.
"Contestants who need makeup please come to the dressing room to do it. Those who don't need makeup please wait patiently outside."
A staff member shouted with a bullhorn.
Song Yan's eyes moved around the background, but he didn't find Xia Xiang and Song Xue, so he came to a corner and stood there, closing his eyes to rest.
"Hey, A Yan, why are you hiding here? Do you need makeup? The makeup artist inside is an acquaintance of mine. I will take you there." Xia Xiang's voice rang in his ears.
Song Yan opened his eyes and looked at Xia Xiang, and found that there was a thick layer of foundation on his face.
"Your makeup is so ugly!" Song Yan said frankly. After the two had a meal together yesterday, they became very familiar with each other.
Xia Xiang smiled and said: "Hey, what do you know? You have to paint your face whiter on stage, otherwise, your skin will look very dull and yellow under the camera."
"Really, I really don't know this."
"Let's go, I'll take you to the dressing room and paint some white spots for you," Xia Xiang said enthusiastically.
"No need." Song Yan shook his head quickly, shuddering at the thought of applying two thick layers of foundation on his face.
Song Yan didn't want to go, and Xia didn't want to force it. Suddenly, he remembered something and asked, "Did you watch the audition footage broadcast on the TV station last night?"
Song Yan shook his head: "I was busy last night, so I didn't have time to see it."
"You're really hiding your secrets. Yesterday you even tricked me into passing by." Xia Xiang glared at Song Yan. Before he could answer, Xia Xiang said excitedly: "If I'm not wrong, your playing level should be You are not inferior to a master pianist, and the original piece you played, "Blue and White Porcelain," is also a top-notch piece. You can both perform and compose. I am afraid that you will be the winner of this piano competition! However, your That cousin Song Xue’s playing level is also very high, at least reaching professional level 9. Maybe the championship and runner-up in this competition will be taken by your brother and sister. How can anyone live in this?"
Song Yan smiled and said: "Brother Xia, thank you. I am not as good as you said, but your playing level is also very superb."
"Tch, you're not afraid of showing off your tongue when you talk big." A sudden voice sounded.
Song Yan and Xia Xiang turned to look at the same time and found two men and one woman standing next to them, with sarcastic smiles on their faces.
"What did you say, kid? Are you asking for a beating?" Xia Xiang stared angrily at a young man with a high collar among the three. It was this person who had just mocked them.
"Why, you got so angry when I said the central thing!" The high-collared young man curled his lips, his tone full of sarcasm.
"You deserve a fucking beating!" Xia Xiang suddenly became furious, punching and about to charge forward, but was stopped by Song Yan: "Brother Xia, forget it, don't do anything here, the impact will be bad."
"Ayan, why do you have to compete with two braggarts, just two clowns?"
The person who spoke this time was the woman standing next to the young man with a high collar. This woman had a somewhat pretty appearance, heavy makeup, and relatively revealing clothing.
"Ayan is right. There is no need to compete with them. The championship is not won by bragging, but by competition." The last man among the three followed the woman and said.
Hearing the words of these three people, Song Yan frowned slightly and felt a little angry in his heart, but he still endured it and pulled Xia Xiang aside.
When the three of them saw this, they thought Song Yan and Xia Xiang were afraid of them, and they looked very proud.
"A Yan, why are you holding me back, otherwise I would have to beat them to death." Xia Xiang said with a hint of unwillingness.
"Okay, Brother Xia, aren't they laughing at us because we only know how to brag? When we get on stage, let's show them how powerful we are." Song Yan advised.
"That's right!" Xia Xiang nodded: "When we get on stage, I'll let them know that I can't just brag about my abilities."
After persuading Xia Xiang, Song Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then the two chatted about other topics.
After a while, Song Xue came backstage accompanied by her aunt.
Song Yan quickly stepped forward to say hello, and his eldest aunt praised him a few more words. Song Xue said nothing, looking at him with complicated eyes that were a bit curious.
There are five minutes left until the game.
The staff picked up the loudspeaker and shouted: "Everyone, please be quiet. The competition is about to start. Please go to the corridor and get ready. Once you hear the host on the stage calling your number, go directly to the stage." , By the way, there are ten judges who will rate your performance today, and the final score will be the average. At the same time, only the top 200 will advance to the next round. I hope everyone will perform well after taking the stage and don't be nervous."
Then, the staff repeated their words again, and then urged the top five contestants to go to the corridor to prepare for the stage.
Nine-thirty.
The male and female hosts came on stage, first briefly introduced the piano competition, and then introduced the identity information of the ten judges one by one, then announced the official start of the competition and invited No. 1 to perform on the stage.
Number 1 is a man in his early twenties, with a calm and confident expression. He briefly introduced his name, greeted the nine judges, and then started playing.
The big screen on the backstage has been opened, and the entire stage can be clearly seen.
When the piano sounded, the backstage became extremely quiet.
Number 1 was in a very stable state, and the music he played was not a world famous song, but an arrangement of a popular song.
Three minutes later, the performance ended, and there was a burst of warm applause from the audience.
The male host came on stage again and asked the nine judges to give their scores.
There is also a big screen on the stage. Each judge has a tablet placed in front of him, and the scores they score on the tablet will appear directly on the big screen.
"No. 1, with a comprehensive score of 82.3 points, is temporarily ranked first. Now we invite contestant No. 2 to perform on the stage."
Since there were nearly 300 contestants, the competition schedule was very tight and the judges' comments were even omitted.
In the blink of an eye, there were thirty contestants. The one with the highest score was No. 27, with a score of 90.5. No. 27 was also a girl, probably only fifteen or sixteen years old, with average appearance, but a very clear temperament.
"Now, please invite No. 31 to perform on stage."
In the corridor, Song Xue took a deep breath and walked towards the stage with a determined expression. (To be continued)