"Is it possible that you will know if you go up?"
It happened that a student who had finished the performance came back with a guzheng in his arms. Song Yaoyao stopped her and said sweetly, "Student, can I borrow the guzheng?"
When she laughed, her dimples were deep, and her eyes seemed to be filled with honey.
The girl blushed, nodded and hurriedly handed the guzheng to Song Yaoyao.
"no problem."
Song Jingwan's eyes flicked over the guzheng, with a smile that was not a smile, "Don't be brave, why don't I remember that you have learned the guzheng?"
"There's a lot you don't know—"
Song Yaoyao hugged the guzheng, leaned over slightly with her lips curled up, and pressed her small hands on Song Jingwan's shoulders.
Muttering in a voice that only the two of you can hear, "You'd better pray that Han Jun's matter has nothing to do with you, otherwise—" she sneered, "I'll kill you."
Song Jingwan's back was tense in an instant, but after only a moment, she relaxed again.
As if she didn't understand, she calmly pushed Song Yaoyao away.
"I don't know what you're talking about. The slanderers have to show evidence."
She was in front of the public from beginning to end, so naturally she would not admit it.
Song Yaoyao looked at her and rolled her eyes with a smile.
She blinked, "Evidence? Do I still need evidence for beating someone? Huh?" She tilted her head, "Dear sister, do you think me too true, kind and beautiful?"
She's never been a nice person—
Song Jingwan's expression froze, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
How could she have forgotten that the person in front of her never played cards according to common sense.
She stared at Song Yaoyao vigilantly, preventing her from attacking herself suddenly.
But he heard the reminder from the students in front that Song Yaoyao was going to wait.
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, "We'll talk later—"
Song Jingwan breathed a sigh of relief, clenched her fists and smiled, "Come on."
She wants to see what Song Yaoyao can sing!
The gymnasium is huge, and the last show ended, and the performing students bowed and left.
There was thunderous applause at the scene.
"Next, please invite Song Yaoyao from Class 3, Senior 3, to bring us the essence of the song...cough to serve the country faithfully!!"
The student in charge of hosting had obviously heard of Song Yaoyao's name, and had seen this one before.
It's okay to change the performer temporarily, this song? Are you sure you don't want to change it
"Ouch..."
An Ruoyao had finished her performance, she sneered and stood beside Song Jingwan, "Is she giving up on herself? Adhering to the idea of not wasting the quota, she couldn't win with her singing skills, so she planned to take the funny route?"
"Pfft..."
Song Jingwan's eyes rolled, she smiled and gave An Ruoyao a sideways glance, "Don't talk nonsense."
In fact, she is also looking forward to—
at this time.
With a sound of "Zheng", the audience was silent.
The girl has slender fingers, a head of black hair hangs behind her back, and a strand of hair hangs gently on the side of her face. Coupled with the lotus flower between her eyebrows, she is even more charming.
She raised her fingers and flicked lightly.
With just a few simple notes, she has already outlined a majestic feeling.
From slow to fast, to very fast—
The more exciting the rhythm, everyone opened their mouths wide, staring at this scene in a daze. The girl's thin white fingers stroked the strings, leaving only an afterimage.
Accompanied by the majestic atmosphere, as if there were thousands of troops coming, a delicate and soft singing voice came slowly.
The tune has obviously been adapted. If the original song was made of iron and steel, then what Song Yaoyao sang was the only touch of tenderness before the battlefield.
There are thousands of troops in her accompaniment, and the love of children in her voice.