Zhao Tong crossed her arms and rolled her eyes: "That must be a minor celebrity, I've never even met her, maybe an 18th-tier celebrity."
"He looks like he's quite rich."
Zhao Tong: "Oh, birds of a feather flock together. How could Wen Qiao know such a rich man?"
"Isn't Lu Youyou quite rich?"
Zhao Tong rolled her eyes, "That's Lu Youyou's own self-degradation."
Lu Youyou grabbed her hair and said, "Who the hell are you saying is willing to degenerate?"
Zhao Tong struggled desperately: "Lu Youyou, why are you so barbaric and violent? You don't look like an art student at all."
"I don't look like an art student? You act like an art student all day long, and I'm warning you, if you dare to say anything bad about Wen Qiao again, don't blame me for hitting you."
The others quickly tried to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, stop fighting."
Beside the stage, Fu Nanli touched Wen Qiao's head and said, "You played very well."
The encouraging words that Wen Jianmin said to Xu Lu were also said by someone else. Wen Qiao is just a 19-year-old girl. No matter how cold she looks, she is soft-hearted at heart.
When someone treats her well in this way, her nose will feel sore and her chest will be filled. She pursed her lips and smiled at him: "Thank you."
"I'll be waiting for you in the car outside the school gate. Come over when you're done."
"good."
Wen Qiao returned to the side curtain holding the bouquet and looked at Xu Lu provocatively.
Someone has sent me flowers. I no longer need Wen Jianmin’s flowers.
Xu Lu's face didn't look good as she watched Wen Qiao pass by her and walk towards the backstage.
Influenced by the rich and powerful, Xu Lu felt that the man had a noble temperament, which was probably just appearance.
What kind of rich person could Wen Qiao know
Zhuang Yan's face was also gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on Wen Qiao.
After Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou left the side curtain, Xu Lu pulled Zhao Tong and whispered, "Should I go and persuade Wen Qiao? Is she attracted by his money?"
Zhao Tong touched his neck and said, "A small-time celebrity shouldn't have much money, right?"
"That's still richer than Wen Qiao."
Zhao Tong's eyes widened: "These days, even 18th-tier celebrities can sponsor prospective female college students? He's really crazy!"
Backstage, ten minutes later, Wen Qiao's rating came out.
The teacher held the card and looked at Wen Qiao with a smile: "Guess what your score is?"
Wen Qiao looked at the teacher confidently: "I think I play very well, I should be able to reach S level."
The sneer came from Miss Zhao Tong, the eldest daughter of the Zhao family. She could hear the whispers: "The sun is still so high outside, what are you dreaming about? Our Lulu is only A-level, but she still dreams of S-level. It's really laughable."
The teacher unfolded the hand card and said with a smile: "Wen Qiao, you guessed it right, it is indeed S-level."
Wen Qiao felt relieved and took the card: "Thank you, teacher."
The teacher touched her head and said: "The teacher has always placed high hopes on you, and it depends on you to revitalize folk music."
Wen Qiao nodded: "I won't let the teacher down."
After the teacher left, Zhao Tong walked up to Wen Qiao and snatched the card from her hand: "Is this true? You can get S-level for Tianqiao Art? You are making a fool of yourself!"
Wen Qiao pulled Lu Youyou and sat down at the table, looking lazily at the group of girls who refused to believe that she had gotten the S grade, with a look of contempt.
When Zhao Tong unfolded it, a huge S-grade appeared in her sight, and all three judges gave it an S-grade.
Xu Lu pinched the edge of her skirt and bit the corner of her mouth lightly. How...how could this happen
Wen Qiao's rating is actually higher than hers, which is... unfair.
"Shady dealings!" Zhao Tong pointed at Wen Qiao's nose first and shouted angrily.
(End of this chapter)