Not to mention, the piano of the first celebrity in the universe is really good! ”

In this competition, each team had a total of two songs, the first song of the Xianlin University Choir was the romantic "Happiness of Snowflakes", and the second song was the majestic "Glory and Dreams".

Taking advantage of Huang Hao's efforts to salute the judges' seat, Tang Yu raised his hand and fine-tuned the SLR on the tripod, then turned his head sideways and whispered.

"The first person in the universe?"

Mo Qingqing was a little puzzled, and looked at Tang Yu beside him in confusion.

"The one who plays the piano is called Zhang Wei, according to authoritative statistics, this is the name that ranks first in the country in terms of repetition rate, not the first celebrity in the universe!"

Finding that Mo Qingqing failed to catch his stalk, Tang Yu had no choice but to explain in a low voice.

"Poof!"

Mo Qingqing, who finally understood, couldn't help laughing, and looked at the people in front of him with a weak heart, and found that they didn't find it, so he glanced at Tang Yu and snorted lightly.

"That's not as good as Poplar!"

"Okay, okay, you're right, Lao Yang plays the best!"

Yes, the little girls who fell into the quagmire of love generally don't have any IQ, anyway, there is something in the eyes of the lover, Tang Yu is too lazy to bother with Mo Qingqing, but he pouted angrily.

It's just that what made him even more depressed was that it was clear that Mo Qingqing's laughter just now was not small, and none of the judges in front of him paid attention to it, but at this time, he said such a sentence, and found that the teacher on the edge actually turned around and glared at him.

Hurriedly closed his mouth and arched his hand with a smile at the judges, Tang Yu stared at the picture on the SLR and couldn't take his eyes off it.

……

"Well, the handwriting is good, you can write like this at a young age, just when the heat comes, you can form your own style! Good work, boy! ”

Holding the "Orchid Pavilion" written by Yang Mobai in both hands, he watched it carefully, although there was a little deviation in the coherence of the artistic conception due to the forgetting of words in the middle, but Su Mingyun still praised it!

"Your handwriting is not taught by Peng Huan, at most he just mentions something, do you mind telling me the name of the teacher?"

Putting down the rice paper, Su Mingyun returned to his desk instead of Yang Mobai and asked while slowly packing up the utensils.

"Where does the dean say, how can he mind, it's just that Dean Peng also taught me a lot! My words were taught by my grandfather. ”

Putting on his kind expression of harmlessness to humans and animals, Yang Mobai did not forget to compliment Peng Huan.

"I don't have to play for him, I don't know his level yet!"

Shaking his head with a smile, Su Mingyun picked up the inkstone from the felt again and wiped it carefully.

"Ling Zu is?"

"My grandfather's name is Xu Fengnian, don't you know Dean Su?"

Yang Mobai replied truthfully.

"Aha!"

After wiping Duan Yan's hand for a moment, Su Mingyun laughed loudly.

"It's Brother Feng Nian! I know, of course I know, we worked together in the association for a while when we were young! At that time, Lingtang was only your size! ”

Yang Mobai was stunned, he didn't expect that there was such a relationship, but his grandfather never mentioned it.

"How is your grandfather? I haven't seen you for more than ten years! ”

As if remembering something young, Su Mingyun sighed with emotion for a while.

"My grandfather is still very strong, and he drinks tea, plays chess, and writes with several other grandfathers in the association every day!"

Hearing Su Mingyun's question, Yang Mobai hurriedly replied.

"Hahaha, it's leisurely, in two years, I'll retire, and I'll go to his nagging! I remembered that the old tea that I promised at the beginning was not given to me! ”

After laughing, Su Mingyun got up and took out a red wooden box from the bookcase, solemnly put the inkstone in his hand, and couldn't help but look at it twice, and then slowly closed the box.

"Words, I accepted it, and this inkstone will be handed over to you, remember, this is what I gave you, not your Dean Peng!"

Seeing Su Mingyun holding the box and walking in front of him, Yang Mobai hurriedly stood up, put the cane under his armpit, stretched out his hands, and took it steadily.

"Well, thank you, Dean Su!"

Unable to hide the eagerness in his eyes, Yang Mobai nodded heavily.

"Don't thank me, practice your words well, write your own style as soon as possible, and it won't be in vain to send you this inkstone!"

With a wave of his hand, Su Mingyun sat back in his place and took out the paper that had been moved aside.

"Dean Su, then I'll leave first, this time I came by rubbing the school bus, I'm afraid they'll throw me down if I'm late!"

glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and found that the hour hand was about to point to the middle of the number, Yang Mobai hurriedly said goodbye.

"Well, let's go, I'll study the paper that your Dean Peng has corrected, and I won't send it to you, say hello to your grandfather for me!"

Su Mingyun nodded at Yang Mobai and smiled slightly.

"Okay, be sure to bring it!"

Seeing Yang Mobai bring it to his office door, Su Mingyun couldn't help but shake his head, unscrewed the red pen, and began to seriously study the paper sent by Peng Huang.

……

"Ninety o'clock, it feels pretty high, but why do I always feel a little hanging?"

Walking out along the path that the Immortal Forest Master had gone out earlier, a little fat man in the team stretched out his fat paw and touched his chin, muttering in a low voice.

The two-month rehearsal has come to an end at this moment, and this ninety-fifty is their achievement, and as for what position they can rank, they can only wait until the end of the competition to know.

"Yang Jianxiong, don't think about it, it's all over anyway, it's up to fate!"

Although Yang Jianxiong's voice was not loud, Jiang Cheng next to him had very good ears, and he could still hear it clearly, and he couldn't help but greet Yang Jianzhong's biceps with eighteen palms, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Don't look at Jiang Cheng's small stature, she is still a girl, but as far as this slap is concerned, it is really not to be underestimated.

"Eh, have you seen it, the one in the middle of the judges' table is the famous tenor Yan Dada!"

Hearing the conversation between Jiang Cheng and Yang Jianxiong, another girl next to her grabbed Jiang Cheng's shoulder and said excitedly.

"I saw it too!"

"I also saw it, not only Yan Dada, but also ......"

This is considered to have opened the conversation, and the whole team was excited for a while, after all, it was the first time for them to experience such a high-level competition, and it was inevitable that they would be excited! So Huang Hao in front of him only smiled when he saw this, and did not stop it. Anyway, it's already out of Cunju Hall, and it won't affect the game inside.

"I've got to go, Vivi is done!"

At the end of the team, Tang Yu and Mo Qingqing, who were carrying a single-lens reflex bag on their shoulders and a tripod in their hands, walked side by side.

"Go, go, don't look at it, Lao Yang just got on the school bus, we estimate that after lunch, we will go back to Xianlin!"

"How can I see!"

Pretending not to care, he withdrew his gaze looking at Tang Yu's mobile phone screen, and Mo Qingqing glared at him viciously.

"If you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it, hurry up and leave you, bye, see you later~"

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