At the end of the sophomore semester, Yu Qing and her classmates had a big performance.

It's not all about performance, it's essentially an end-of-course assessment for each department.

It's just that this end-of-semester assessment is very important.

Important enough to potentially change one's future.

The largest performance hall in the branch was packed, and in addition to NTU's tutors and students, there were many music producers, managers, directors and media.

As a result, all the students exhausted almost all their minds in order to get this opportunity to perform on stage.

It's a pity that the department of NTU says not much, and it says less and not less.

Therefore, this is destined to be a war filled with gunpowder.

Yu Qing's pop music selected two groups of people, a total of 10 people in the first batch including Yu Qing, and the remaining batch of 9 people.

The male-to-female ratio of pop music is known as one of the highlights of NTU.

The male-to-female ratio of 4.5:1 is really a big envy of male students in other departments.

And there are two beauties in class 12, Yu Qing and Zheng Wanying, which makes other classes even more envious, jealous and hateful.

However, compared to Zheng Wanying's outgoing and lively personality, Yu Qing is basically unusually taciturn in Class 12.

There are even some loners.

At the beginning, Yu Qing was also faintly ostracized by his classmates.

The longer the time, under Yu Qing's deliberately controlled strength, her circle of classmates is not very friendly, nor is it full of malice.

At least a lot of people know one thing.

Yu Qing is not arrogant and does not socialize with others, but he is not good at taking the initiative to communicate with others.

You really want to talk to her, and she responds to you obediently.

However, most of the people here don't have much patience to make a friend whose strength and face are better than their own.

"Yu Qing, you've lowered your tone a bit, isn't your throat inflamed?"

The tutor immediately heard Yu Qing's problem.

"I'm sorry teacher, it's all right, but it still hurts a little"

The real situation is that her condition is indeed not very good, the attack of the cold, coupled with this month's rehearsal, has made Yu Qing's throat a little unbearable.

"Gao Ming, your finish is too slow, stop long after you finish singing"

"I'm sorry teacher"

"The last one in the red suit, your legs are tightened and you don't step on the point"

After the instructor pointed out the points that everyone still needs to improve one by one, the rehearsal before the opening is completely over.

Yu Qing's group of rankings was not bad, ranking 6th.

Singing and dancing combined.

Cool jazz dancing with explosive songs.

It's full of highlights.

Yu Qing is not the C position of this performance, but she has a difficult chorus, and she has to challenge a 3.5-section treble.

Afraid of affecting the effect of singing, Yu Qing didn't dare to take cold medicine, and only contained a throat lozenge, the purpose of which was to lower the temperature of his throat.

The head was a little heavy, and the throat and eyes were also hot, so that Yu Qing's cheeks were already burned a lot red without applying blush.

Fortunately, the temperature in the performance hall is not too low, so she can't see any flowers on her face if she doesn't look carefully.

"Yu Qing, are you okay?"

Zheng Wanying was a little further behind than Yu Qing's ranking, and seeing that Yu Qing's face didn't seem to be very good, she asked.

There is also a fresh mint fragrance in the mouth, which is slightly sweet.

"It's okay, it's just that my throat hurts a little"

"No wonder I see you looking a little uncomfortable"

Zheng Wanying and Yu Qing have not had very little contact.

But it's not in the same dormitory, and it's more or less like a nodding friend.

Yu Qing smiled politely back.

"I'm okay, what are you numbers?"

Zheng Wanying compared a 1 and a 0.