Zhuang Yan was the first to play, his violin had already reached the ninth level of the central sound standard, and the interview of this level was naturally easy to pass, and he won the S level on the stage.

Xu Lu was the penultimate performer, playing the second part of Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 4 in E flat major.

After the song, the three judges all gave an A-level score, Xu Lu was slightly disappointed, she thought she could get S, but A can also enter the central sound.

Wen Jianmin held the venue and applauded, and Zhong Hui sent the bouquet in his hand to him: "Jianmin, you go and offer flowers." ”

Wen Jianmin didn't refuse, holding the bouquet and walking to the front of the stage, Xu Lu walked to the side of the stage with a smile, and took a large handful of lilies with a slight bow: "Thank you, Uncle Wen." ”

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of Wen Qiao, who was standing on the side curtain and preparing to go on stage, Wen Qiao exhaled, trying not to let his emotions be affected by them.

Wen Jianmin has been treating his stepdaughter better than his own daughter for decades, she has long been used to it, it's not a big deal.

Wen Jianmin touched Xu Lu's head, his eyes full of approval: "I played very well, I saw that the examiners and professors nodded frequently, Uncle Wen is proud of you." ”

Xu Lu smiled shyly, held a bouquet of flowers, and passed the side curtain with the person who carried the piano off the stage.

She paused and looked at Wen Qiao with a smile: "Uncle Wen probably has prepared a bouquet for you too, don't worry." ”

Wen Qiao glanced at her coolly, and his eyes seemed to say, do you think I will be rare?

Xu Lu gritted her teeth and went backstage with flowers in her hands.

Wincho walked to the center of the stage and sat down in her chair, the lights slowly turning on, her slender fingers gently resting on the strings of the lute.

She performed folk music [horse racing], as soon as she opened, the emotions seemed to be ignited, enthusiastic and passionate, spray bow, trembling finger sound, toning bow, even tonning bow, plucking the strings in one go, flowing water, smooth bowing, full timbre, immediately attracted the three judges in the audience, and...... Fu Nanli.

He sat there, quietly looking at the girl on the stage, the soft light of the twilight enveloping her, she was wearing a white dress, her figure was delicate, her face was beautiful, she was immersed in her musical world, firmly grasping the eyes of all the audience and the judges present.

On the side curtain, Xu Lu stood beside Zhuang Yan and could see his sight, since Wen Qiao came on the field, Zhuang Yan has been maintaining this posture and looking at Wen Qiao all the time.

This made her feel very uneasy, even though the whole school thought that she and Zhuang Yan were talented and beautiful, Zhuang Yan never said that she liked her.

And she, a lady, can't take the initiative to pursue a boy like Wen Qiao.

At the end of Wen Qiao's song, the aftertaste is long, agitated, and the hearty tail note seems to linger for a long time.

The judges exchanged heads and ears with each other.

Xu Lu clenched her fists, I hope it is B-level, she doesn't want Wen Qiao to be in the same school as her and Zhuang Yan, Yang Yin can't enter, Wen Qiao can also enter Haiyin.

Wen Qiao's blood seemed to be boiling, and after he was done, his fingertips trembled slightly, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Nanli getting up and walking over, and he was still holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Wearing a suit, he has a strong retro atmosphere, and when he approaches her step by step, he looks like a noble son who returned from abroad during the Republic of China and is pampered and well-educated, arrogant and mysterious.

He walked to the side of the stage, Wen Qiao got up, lifted his skirt slightly, and walked towards him with a smile.

He is holding a white rose in his hand, and the flower language is innocent and pure.

She leaned down to take the flower from his hand......

Several girls on the side curtain instantly exploded, "Who is that, so handsome." ”

"Star, after all, he is so handsome and tall."