Jin Xuan also muttered quietly: "I hate the erhu the most. Every time someone introduces me as someone who plays the erhu, I feel embarrassed."
When Wen Qiao approached, Zhao Tong and the others immediately became highly alert.
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "I don't eat humans, why are you panicking?"
Zhao Tong stepped back, "Don't... don't think I don't know that you broke Lulu's nose."
Wen Qiao clenched his fist and looked at it carefully. "Be careful or I'll send you a lawyer's letter and sue you for defamation."
Wen Qiao walked up to Jin Xuan. It was obvious that Jin Xuan was a paper tiger with a strong appearance but a weak heart. She said that she learned from Zhao Tong and she would be scared to death if she really met a tough guy.
Wen Qiao put his hand on her shoulders and felt that she was trembling.
Wen Qiao's smile was superficial, making people shudder. "It's not shameful to play the erhu. It's shameful for you to look down on the erhu."
He then said in a clear voice, "If you are not a person who truly loves folk music, then you can transfer to another department. Just consider it as... clearing the door."
There were at least seven or eight people present who had switched from the Department of Folk Music to Western Music, both boys and girls. They all looked a little embarrassed and did not dare to look directly at the people from the Folk Music Society.
In a competition, Zhuang Yan and sophomore Xue Ling advanced without any suspense, leaving only one spot.
Zhao Tong was the second to last performance.
After she finished her performance, Lu Youyou sneered, "Miss Zhao is in college now, and her skills have become even less sophisticated. What the hell are you playing?"
Finally, it was Wen Qiao and the others' turn.
Zhuang Yan sat in the corner. There was no light. He watched the person on the stage plucking the strings of the guitar.
When she played the pipa, she was always extremely devoted, as if there were only her and her pipa in the world.
Her skills are also exceptionally high.
They were the only two from No. 9 Middle School who were admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music with S grade.
Anyone with a discerning eye can hear that they are far superior to Zhao Tong.
There were three judges in the audience, one of them was the student union president Liang Chen, and the other two were teachers from the Central Conservatory of Music.
When the song ended, scattered applause broke out in the small hall. After all, almost all the people present were students of Western music.
No matter how well they play, the audience is unwilling to admit it.
Wen Qiao and the others left the stage, and Zhao Tong said sarcastically, "Don't be so delusional. The school won't choose you to perform. After all, there are so many media present."
Lu Youyou raised an eyebrow: "If they don't choose us, will they choose you who is holding them back?"
"Who are you saying is holding us back?"
"You, don't you have ears? Don't you know that the music you play is piercing? After entering college, you just spent your time playing and didn't improve your piano skills, right?"
Zhao Tong was always so angry that she jumped up and down.
After all, Lu Youyou’s life ideal is to piss Zhao Tong and Xu Lu off to death.
"Just wait and see who will win."
Jin Xuan comforted her: "Zhao Tong, it must be you. You play very well."
"Shut up, traitor!" Lu Youyou shouted.
"you!"
Lu Youyou yelled again: "I had someone record the whole process. If you, Zhao Tong, win, there must be something fishy going on!"
"You...what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm being honest. We rely on our ability to speak. Anyone with ears can tell how badly you play. You could get A's before entering college, but now you can't even get a C. Those are professional teachers. I don't believe they can't tell."
The grading outside is in full swing.
The staff member ran to the judges and relayed what Lu Youyou said.
(End of this chapter)