At the end of the song, the applause of agitation burst out, mixed with a slight disdain.

The host still has a faint smile on his face, and a pair of playful eyes make it impossible to see his true thoughts.

"After the Youyou girl of Xiangyulou finished playing, the music was three feet around the beam, like a heavenly sound. Next, please continue to enjoy the piano song brought by the bright moonlit night - "Nian". ”

The song undulated, a warm feeling enveloped the whole body, the irritability was calmed down, and the cacophony of the crowd faded away.

It's the same song, but this time, no one clapped. It was a full ten minutes of silence before the first applause rang out from the crowd.

Qiao Jia originally thought that with such tension as rice cakes, the effect of playing this time would be much worse than before, but he didn't expect him to play so well and attract everyone.

Glancing at the smiling eaves beside him, Qiao Jia lowered his voice and asked, "What did you do?" ”

Eaves: "Little things. ”

……

What's the matter?

Seeing that the eaves had no desire to continue, Qiao Jia had to hold back the curiosity in his heart and greeted the rice cakes coming down from the stage.

The face demon put his hand on the shoulder of the rice cake with some excitement, and said, "Well done glutinous rice, I didn't expect you to be really useful!" Hahaha. ”

The rice cake was speechless, dodged the hand of the face demon, did not dodge, and said, "Let go of your hand." I was inherently useful...... Anyway, what is glutinous rice? ”

When the face demon heard this, he smiled even more happily. Not only did he not let go of his hand, but he also touched the head of the rice cake even harder, "Isn't the rice cake just glutinous rice!" ”

Rice cake: "......" makes so much sense that I am speechless.

Qiao Jia also felt very funny when he watched the two laughing, and he laughed unconsciously.

The good times didn't last long, and Qiao Jia keenly felt a strong gaze. Turning his head, he saw a lone drunken person on the judges' bench with a vicious expression.

Without much thought, Qiao Jia raised his hand and slapped the hand that the face demon had placed on the shoulder of the rice cake.

Sure enough, that sight was gone. The drunken man glanced at Qiao Jia and silently withdrew his gaze.

"Cut, stingy." The face demon also noticed that gaze, and pursed his lips slightly, but he didn't touch the rice cake again.

The rice cake looked at a few people for some reason, and the demon on the other side said: "It's going to be you soon, and you're nervous?" ”

The face demon endured it, and finally resisted the urge to slap the rice cake on the head.

"You think I'm you! What's so nerve-wracking about this kind of small scene. The face demon glanced at the humble platform in front of him disdainfully, and said, "I'll go and prepare, wait to see how I perform!" ”

Rice cake stared at his back and asked in a loud voice, "Aren't you waiting for the result?" ”

The face demon didn't look back, waved his hand at the rice cake behind him, and disappeared into the crowd.

Rice cake was a little unhappy and said, "Why doesn't he care?" ”

Joga smiled and didn't answer.

Instead, he said, "You won." ”

At first, the rice cake was not good, and the melodious sound of the piano sounded good to him. But when he really entered the judging, he found out that all three people voted for him.

The result of winning all three votes was unexpected, and the rice cake danced happily.

Qiao Jia looked at him with a smile, shook his head and thought to himself, after all, he was only an eighteen-year-old child.

……

"Congratulations on the victory of the art trip on the bright moon night. The exciting time has arrived, and with a 1-1 draw, the winner will be the winner. Next, we are going to carry out the plastic of beauty. The main purpose of this competition is to show off the beauty of the representatives of both sides, and the judges will choose the one who impresses them. In the end, the winner is decided. ”

The host spoke passionately, and the audience was even more emotional, and their faces were full of expectations, and they discussed enthusiastically.

"I've heard that Beauty is the most interesting of the three competitions."

"What can there be! The first two competitions were just fun. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I think it's pretty good. Didn't you hear the host say that the plastic of beauty is to show beauty? ”

"What a beautiful one! In my opinion, it is to seduce people, and whichever judge is seduced, he will vote for whomever he votes. It's all these Qinglou's own duties, and it's not interesting. ”

"Hey, it's a green building on a moonlit night?"

"Isn't it?"

“…… I remember it was a pear orchard. ”

"That's not what it means!"

“……”

The bright moon night of the beauty of the game sent out the face demon, and in addition to the face demon will change into a good-looking face, his own face is also not bad. Coupled with his mature and elegant temperament, it can be said that it is quite attractive.

As for Xiangyulou, they still sent a little girl named Fuji. Although the name is a bit strange, the appearance is really good.

Dressed in a red wide-sleeved Liuxian skirt, embroidered with gold thread totem patterns, and a delicate sachet around her waist, she walked up, and the hem and fragrance fluttering in the wind captured the hearts of many old men.

Fuji is quite disdainful of Mingyueye's opinion, she had persuaded the falling cherry blossoms to drift snow before, the kind of shop full of men is completely incomparable to them, and there is no need to give them a challenge book, let alone go in person.

Yoyo is also a stupid person, the judges are obviously higher than her, and she is stupid to use magic songs. That kind of thing, at most, people with a lower psychedelic rating than her, and in the ears of a sober person, this thing is not as good as playing casually, it is simply unbearable.

If it weren't for the face of the falling cherry blossoms and snow, she would not have come to Xiangyulou at all, let alone compete in their name.

Now it seems that this moonlit night is not a great place, and it will be easy to defeat them.

……

Since the previous game was won by the rice cake, this game was chosen by the face demon in the order of battle, and he chose to play later.

Fuji slowly stepped onto the stage, stared at the crowd for three seconds, raised his hand violently, and a passionate music sounded in the air, omnipresent and unavoidable.

With the music, Fuji's light body jumped up from the center of the stage, and the combined skirts were spread out, which was so beautiful that it was pleasing to the eye, attracting countless people to settle down.

Qiao Jia was also shocked, as a cultural student, he rarely came into contact with these singing and dancing, and he usually didn't chase stars, and he didn't watch any concerts or anything like that.

Now he is shocked to see people dancing up close, and dancing so amazingly.

Qiao Jia was fascinated, and a body with body temperature was slammed on his back, and he was about to struggle, but he was immediately subdued, and it was pitch black in front of him, and a low male voice sounded in his ears at the same time.

"Is it that pretty? Well? ”

This is...... Eaves?

Hearing the identity of the other party, Qiao Jia suddenly didn't dare to move.

"It's not pretty." I'm sorry, conscience, it's all about survival......

"And you're still so fascinated?"

"I'm observing the enemy's combat strength and preparing for our victory."

“…… All right! ”

After saying this, Qiao Jia found that his eyes gradually saw the light.

When he saw things again, he didn't have time to sigh at the generosity of the eaves, and immediately made a bitter face.

Because...... Fuji is done.

"What? Disappointed? Eaves raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Qiao Jia in front of her.

Although he put down his hand in front of Qiao Jia's eyes, it didn't mean that his body had to retreat. At this moment, Qiao Jia is still sticking to him.

Hearing this, Qiao Jia's head shook like a rattle, and he said righteously: "No, I'm just worried about my comrades-in-arms." The road of revolution is still arduous and dangerous, and we must not give up any comrades-in-arms. ”

"Hey, hey." A low laugh rang out in Joga's ears.

Eaves naturally stretched out his hands and held him in his arms.

A pleasant feeling came from the tip of my heart, like bubbling spring water, and I couldn't stop it.