This Thanksgiving Day, they actually agreed to merge the two major departments to create a grand finale show.
Zhuang Yan agreed to join.
Wen Qiao specifically sought Fu Nanli's opinion. Young Master Fu was very objective and reasonable in other matters, but he had always had a hurdle in his heart when it came to Wen Qiao's first love, or the person he first fell in love with.
But the girl looked at him earnestly and asked him, "I hope there won't be any barriers or grudges between Eastern and Western music." If he disagreed with such a high level of discussion, it would hinder the integration of Eastern and Western cultures.
"Okay." Young Master Fu said this with gritted teeth.
Wen Qiao went to rehearse.
The violinist is Zhuang Yan, the pianoist is Song Yu, and the only player missing is a cello.
Lu Youyou sat on the terrace and coughed lightly: "Although I hate Zhao Tong, I heard that her cello skills have improved a lot recently. She is considered to be one of the best in the cello class. I can put aside the past grudges and invite her to attend this concert."
So, Zhao Tong received Lu Youyou's invitation.
Zhao Tong naturally couldn't miss this opportunity to launch a verbal attack on Lu Youyou.
Lu Youyou slammed the table and said, "Don't be so arrogant. There are many people who play the cello. If you don't join me, I'll find someone else."
Zhao Tong: "Is this your attitude? You are so arrogant even when you ask for help, Lu Youyou, is there anyone like you?"
"Let me be frank. Whether you participate or not, it's all for the good of the school. It's not just a matter of giving me face, okay?"
Zhao Tong: "Then don't scold me in the future, I will think about it."
"Hey, big sister, are you being reasonable? When have you never been the one to start a fight?"
"You're here again."
"As long as you don't cause trouble, I will definitely not cause you any trouble, okay?"
Zhao Tong said proudly: "Then I will agree to you reluctantly."
Zhao Tong agreed to Lu Youyou's request, and when she returned to the dormitory at night, she told Xu Lu, who rarely came back to stay with her.
Hearing this, Xu Lu looked at her in disbelief: "You promised them that you would attend the Thanksgiving concert?"
"Yes, I agreed. It's a comprehensive program organized by the school, with both folk music and Western music participating. Zhuang Yan is also participating."
Xu Lu looked at her with grievance and anger: "You clearly knew that Wen Qiao and I didn't get along, but you switched sides and stood on their side. Where do you put me?"
Zhao Tong was a little anxious: "It's not entirely for Wen Qiao. The chief planner of this program is a professor at the school, who is the director..."
"Tongtong, you disappoint me so much. Why should we go along with the people of Minle?"
"Well... that's not the way to say it. In fact, each has its own beauty. Wen Qiao and the others have certainly never stepped on Western music..."
Xu Lu's face was pale, her whole body was cold, and she stared at Xu Lu in disbelief: "Even you have been recaptured by them, very good, very good, I am the only one left, I am out of tune, I am narrow-minded, is that enough?"
After saying that, he rushed out of the classroom with his bag.
Zhao Tong felt helpless and annoyed.
As it was the end of November and late at night, the path at the back door of the school was already empty. She tightened her coat around her, feeling indignant. She couldn't believe that even Zhao Tong had been bribed by Wen Qiao, and she no longer had any supporters around her.
She didn't understand what was so good about Wen Qiao.
At the entrance of the alley not far away, she saw familiar people, Dong Yao and Lu Youyou.
The two of them were holding hands, and Xu Lu immediately found a sturdy tree to cover her body.
(End of this chapter)