Zhao Tong advised her: "Forget it, Lulu, don't provoke Wen Qiao. I think she is very powerful now. I am afraid that the more you provoke her, the worse it will be for you."
Xu Lu's eyes flashed coldly: "Can she have three heads and six arms and all-seeing abilities?"
Zhao Tong was also speechless.
Although Wen Qiao has some impressive identities, in school, she is still an ordinary college student who racks her brains with the members of her small club to think of how to promote folk music and how to integrate Chinese and Western music.
As spring arrives and flowers bloom, the cherry blossoms in front of the Minle Little Red Building and the white magnolia, the city flower of Haicheng, complement each other. Several people sit on the round terrace on the second floor to practice music.
The piece played was Tchaikovsky's [The Nutcracker], a cheerful and humorous piece of music, and the sea of flowers under the spring sunshine, everyone was in a happy mood.
While resting, Wen Qiao heard footsteps approaching from afar.
Lu Youyou leaned over and saw that the uninvited guest was Jin Xuan.
It was Jin Xuan, the traitor who changed her mind according to the situation and, seeing the decline of folk music, ruthlessly kicked away her original major and turned to the embrace of viola in Western music.
"Hey, what a rare guest, what can I do for you, classmate?"
Jin Xuan, who used to be so arrogant and bossy in front of them, now humbled herself and tried her best to please them: "President Lu."
Lu Youyou dug her ears and said, "Ah? President Lu? Did I hear wrongly? If you have something to say, just say it. Don't beat around the bush."
Jin Xuan said carefully: "It's like this. It wasn't until I left the Chinese Folk Music Department and didn't play the erhu for a long time that I realized that I still cared about Chinese folk music and the erhu."
Wen Qiao lowered his head and smiled, thinking it was very high-sounding, but this man was not honest.
Of course Lu Youyou would not give her face: "You care about folk music? You care about the erhu? Is it because you failed the final exam last semester and failed the viola assessment this semester that you thought about the folk music that you had abandoned a long time ago?"
Jin Xuan was a little embarrassed after being exposed. "No matter what, I heard that I want to come back and need to go through your approval, President Lu. You shouldn't make it difficult for me, right? After all, we are from the same roots."
Lu Youyou rolled her eyes mercilessly: "I don't deserve it. You, a high-ranking Western music student, and I dare not say that we are from the same root."
"Youyou... Aren't you guys doing your best to promote folk music? Isn't it a good thing to have one more person join this big family?"
Lu Youyou's expression became serious. "We are promoting folk music, but we won't accept fence-sitters. We hope that the folk music department is full of people who love folk music from the bottom of their hearts. Jin Xuan, you climbed up the ladder when folk music was in the most difficult time. It was you who started it. After you, many people in the folk music department, which was originally small, transferred to Western music. Folk music can't support itself, and it's almost the same. You also looked down on folk music as much as you can. Have you forgotten? You also shouted in front of us many times. If you don't have a good memory, I will tell you again. We will definitely not accept you. Since you have transferred to the viola, you should improve your viola skills. If you can't do it, drop out and take the college entrance examination again."
Jin Xuan's face was as pale as paper.
Retake the college entrance exam? That's really scary.
Lu Youyou stood up and patted her shoulder: "In the adult world, if you make the wrong choice, you will definitely pay the price. Think about it carefully."
“But…” Jin Xuan wanted to say something.
"You can go now." Lu Youyou's eyes were firm.
(End of this chapter)