"Why can't you play? If you can play with the poor four hands together, it will be amazing!" Zuo Zuo said incomprehensibly.
Lin Kelian listened to them outside, only amused in his heart.
Xia Weimian, she said that because she didn't want to play with herself.
Sumeisa said to Zuozuo: "Mianmian's hand was injured, and she couldn't use force on the keys, so she gave up the piano completely."
"That's it! I'm sorry Mi Mi, I don't know." Zuo Zuo quickly apologized to Xia Mi Mian.
"It doesn't matter, I just sing." Xia Weimian said that he didn't care.
After she was kidnapped two years ago, her flexible fingers became the focus of the torture of the kidnappers.
It was she who used these hands to steal important information about their organization. They put needles in Xia Weimian's fingers and energized her fingers to torture her.
Ten fingers connected to the heart, let alone how painful it hurts when the current flows through the fingers.
Xia Weimian once joked with Sumisha, saying that she is the person who can experience Rongma's needle piercing the crape myrtle best. The kind of pain makes people's hearts drip blood, and it makes people worse than death!
At the beginning of the exchange meeting, the students of the British delegation had their own unique skills, opera, magic, drama, and even swordsmanship. They all showed it in front of the chant students.
They won rounds of applause, and the faces of these people were also smeared with contentment.
Lin Pei Lian came to the stage and sat in front of her feelings and played a piece of music. She knew how to play the piano because she begged Aunt Lin to let her spend money on piano lessons. Going to an aristocratic school like chant, you can't be without a little talent.
However, her performance level is only moderate, because Lin Pei Lian also played a few wrong notes when performing in front of so many people, but in the ears of non-professional people, they couldn't hear it.
"I missed three of them, and there is another place coming soon." Lin Pei Lian heard Xia Weimian whispering to Sumeisa.
Xumeisa didn't speak, she sneered enough to express her ridicule of Lin's poor.
Poor Lin's face flushed immediately, and she hurriedly collected the finishing touches.
However, the British delegation gave Lin Poor a sparse applause from a gentleman, but after Lin Poor bowed to them, she looked up and saw the disdainful sarcasm on the faces of these people.
They seem to be watching a clown show.
Poor Lin's face was sore and fierce. When she walked into the lounge, Zuo Zuo couldn't help but came over and said:
"Poor, are you too nervous? Although this is an exchange meeting, it is related to the face of our hymn..."
"If you have the ability, you go." Lin Pei Lian felt uncomfortable, regardless of her status as an outstanding student, she directly said.
Zuo Zuo was suddenly silent when she said so.
Lin Kelian turned his gaze to Xia Mi Mian, "How many grades is your piano?"
"I haven't passed the exam." Xia Weimian said.
"Sneer..." Lin Poor laughed mockingly. She stepped up, lowered her voice and said to Xia Weimian:
"I didn't even take the exam, what qualifications do you have to talk about how I played!"
"Hey!" Sumeira pushed Lin Kelian outside, "Mianmian never took the piano exam in China, but her piano teacher abroad is the world-famous pianist Arden Dickens."
Sumeira pushed Poor Lin's shoulder again angrily: "You are not qualified to be bibi here!"