Zhao Tong clasped his arms with both hands and rolled his eyes: "That must also be a little star, I haven't seen it before, eighteen-line." ”

"Looks like he's rich."

Zhao Tong: "Heh, like gathers like, what rich people can Wen Qiao know." ”

"Isn't Lu Youyou quite rich?"

Zhao Tong's eyes were about to roll to the sky, "That's Lu Youyou's self-willingness." ”

Lu Youyou grabbed her hair: "You him. Mom said, who is willing to fall? ”

Zhao Tong struggled desperately: "Lu Youyou, why are you so brutal and rude, you don't look like you are studying art at all." ”

"I'm not like an art student? You're weird all day long, like you're studying art? I warn you, if you dare to say a bad word about Wen Qiao, don't blame me for doing it. ”

The rest of the people hurriedly played a round: "Okay, okay, don't fight." ”

Next to the stage, Fu Nanli touched Wen Qiao's head: "It plays very well." ”

Wen Jianmin's words of encouragement to Xu Lu, some people also said this to her, Wen Qiao is just a nineteen-year-old girl, no matter how cold she is on the outside, she is soft on the inside.

When someone treats her so seriously, she will also have a sore nose, and her chest will be full, and she will purse her lips and look at him with a smile: "Thank you." ”

"I'll be waiting for you in the car at the school gate, and I'll come over when it's over."

"Okay."

Wen Qiao held the bouquet and returned to the side curtain, glancing at Xu Lu defiantly.

There are people who send me flowers, and I don't need Wen Jianmin's flowers anymore.

Xu Lu's face was not very good-looking, and she watched Wen Qiao pass by her and walk to the backstage.

The wealthy family was familiar with it, and Xu Lu felt that the man had a noble temperament, which should be just an appearance.

Wen Qiao, what rich man can she know?

Zhuang Yan's face was also very gloomy, and his gaze was locked on Wen Qiao.

After Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou left the side curtain, Xu Lu pulled Zhao Tong and whispered, "Do I want to persuade Wen Qiao?" Could she be looking at other people's money? ”

Zhao Tong touched his neck: "The eighteenth-tier starlet shouldn't have much money, right?" ”

"That's richer than Wincho."

Zhao Tong's eyes widened: "In these years, can the eighteenth-tier little stars support prospective female college students?" He's crazy! ”

Backstage, ten minutes later, Wincho's rating came out.

The teacher took the card and looked at Wen Qiao with a smile: "Guess what grade you are?" ”

Wen Qiao looked at the teacher confidently: "I think I play very well, I should be able to reach the S level." ”

The laughter was undisguised, from Miss Zhao Zhao Tong, and the whispering came into her ears: "The sun is still so high outside, what are you dreaming of in the Spring and Autumn Period, our Lulu is only A-level, and she is still delusional about S-level, she really laughs off her big teeth." ”

The teacher unfolded the hand card and said with a smile: "Wen Qiao, you guessed it right, it is indeed S-level." ”

Wen Qiao was relieved and took the card: "Thank you, teacher." ”

The teacher touched her head: "The teacher has always had high hopes for you, and it depends on you to revitalize folk music." ”

Wen Qiao nodded: "I will not live up to the teacher's expectations." ”

When the teacher went out, Zhao Tong walked up to Wen Qiao and snatched the hand card in her hand: "Is it really fake?" Just that Tianqiao Art, can you still get the S-level? Laugh and be generous! ”

Wen Qiao grabbed Lu Youyou, leaned on the table, and lazily looked at the group of girls who didn't believe that she had taken the S-class, with a contemptuous gaze.

Zhao Tong took a look at it, and the huge S-level came into view, and the three judges all gave the S-level.

Xu Lu pinched the skirt tightly and bit the corner of her mouth, how can she ...... How so?

Wincho's rating turned out to be even higher than hers, which ...... It's not fair.

"Shady!" Zhao Tong took the lead in pointing at Wen Qiao's nose and scolded loudly in annoyance.