It doesn't matter if it's just an exchange, but this competition is about the future of one of my friends, so I have to decide whether it's going to be a winner. Since Professor Stephen can't understand the Oriental drums, I will also switch to African drums this time, and ask Professor Stephen to help me score them again! ”

Tying the red silk back to her waist, she casually carried the African drum that Iger had not taken off the stage before, and carried it on her back.

"Listen, Professor Stephen!"

Walking to the center of the stage, Jun lightly held the drum with one hand and gently struck the drum body with the other hand to hit a rhythm.

Subsequently, beat the drum with the palm of your hand.

There is no superfluous prelude, and it begins with a short, eager string of 16th notes.

The girl's hands flew up and down, hitting the drum in her hand at incredible speed......

In order to learn this kind of drum, she once lived in the tribe for more than a month, just to learn the most original and flavorful music.

There are many drumming techniques and rhythms that have never been seen in Aicheng, which grew up in the big city.

By the time the last 32nd note was played, everyone in the audience had already stood up and put their hands in the air to applaud vigorously.

Originally, sitting next to Egger, a group of percussion friends were also looking at the stage with their chins open, like choking ducks.

How is this possible?

This SOLO alone is enough for Iger to practice for another five years.

Crushing strength.

The drumming faded, Jun lightly touched the drum surface with his palm, took a breath, and turned his face to look at Professor Stephen, who was already stunned.

"Professor Stephen, please rate it!"

The audience was so quiet that all eyes fell on Professor Stephen.

Several leaders of the Conservatory, Mr. Anneny, and all kinds of influential people from the city who sat in the VIP area...... Everyone was waiting for his payment back.

"I ...... I think it's ...... It's a great show, so ......" Professor Stephen swallowed and struggled to make a sound, "You've won!" ”

He had already deliberately suppressed Jun Qing once, using a musical instrument as an excuse.

You can also barely use the difference between the two instruments, and use personal preference as a reason to cover it up.

Now, Jun Qing uses the same drum, and even a fool can tell that she plays better than Egger.

In this case, if Professor Stephen dares to pick a bone in the egg, then don't say that you are not convinced, the other school is not convinced, even the audience present must be unconvinced.

If there is another topic of race, race, discrimination, and disagreement, it will have a very negative impact on the Manhattan School of Music itself.

After all, the academy's students come from all over the globe and have their own culture and music.

When the time comes, it will not be Egger's father's business alone, but the reputation of the entire school.

Professor Stephen couldn't afford such a thing.

Therefore, he could only settle for the next best thing and declare the victory of Jun Qing.

"Yay!"

He Siyun, Leng Mo, Cheng Qianxue, and Zhao Yiyi standing on the side of the stage...... Everyone cheered almost in unison.

The audience was also cheering.

These voices are not only from the students of the Imperial Conservatory of Music, but also from the students of the Manhattan Academy.

Now, this game is not only a victory for Jun Qing alone, but also a victory for an individual against an academy, and even a victory for the weak against the strong and the right.

The name of this victory is justice.