Under the light, An Ning stood with her left leg bent, her right leg crossed on her left leg, and the erhu slightly tilted on her right leg.

The standard erhu pulling posture is just... There is no chair under her ass.

Many people in the front row poked their heads curiously and looked forward? Could it be that this test is magic plus erhu?

Just when everyone was questioning, the erhu sounded.

I saw An Ning's arm gently pulled, the same horse racing tune, and a different sensory experience, which made everyone below stop thinking.

The sound waves, which should have been invisible, accompanied by high tunes, rushed towards the audience in waves, as if they saw thousands of troops, riding the wind and waves, overcoming thorns and thorns.

"Ah———h

"Oh———-"

"Baga!"

In a burst of exclamations, a sentence of Baga was particularly conspicuous, and the president and several leaders of Beijing University pinched the bottom of their thighs to stop their instinct to scream.

After stopping it, several leaders turned their heads to look at their friends in agreement and spoke comfortingly.

"Fake, no need to chant a spell to protect yourself."

"Yes, the child's skills have been accidentally improved."

"I said I didn't need to pull it so well."

"When you go back, you have to criticize her."

After saying a few words, the principal looked at the translator on the side and said, "Translator? ”

"Huh? Be. ”

The translator's eyes closed and he muttered again.

Sure enough, in the next second, I saw a few friends next to me, and their faces were very bad.

At this time, the president had to show the humanistic care of Beijing University, and kept asking: "You don't have a good face, are you okay?" ”

After a few follow-up questions, the principal got the answer that it was okay.

At this time, the performance continued, An Ning had completely stood up, the erhu was stuck in her waist, and her whole person walked from back to front, with each step, the scene changed a ring.

I don't know when the fantasy of horse racing changed.

The man running the horse, the figure has changed, the clothes, the realistic blood, the high fighting spirit, as long as there is one person, the will to fight to the end, so that the hall is very quiet.

The man on horseback, wielding a big sword, rushed towards him with a fierce momentum.

"Ah———-h

"Do you want to paste the tata and Kamisa, you can paste the Kulena Kata!"

"Got a lot of it! Definite! ”

Several foreign guests were so frightened that they got up from their chairs, eager to perform a flying technique on the spot, and disappeared in place in seconds.

The voice in his mouth became louder and louder, and the dutiful translator stood up with a colorful voice, learning the posture of several foreign guests, and translating the tone.

"Help me, my god-sama!"

"Fuck off! Get out of here! ”

"Help me——-"

"Help!"

The dutiful translation work of the translator made everyone laugh at the same time, but their hearts were happy.

You deserve to scare our principal!

"Drip ———-"

With a loud bang, the waves that stirred the heart came out of the backstage, and Jiang Xia appeared.

The moment An Ning appeared in Jiang Xia, the spiritual wave quickly enveloped him, spreading sound waves.

As soon as the suona comes out, who competes.

Its unique rhythm is sometimes like a breeze, sometimes like a surging wave.

Jiang Xia blew the suona and walked to An Ning's side, the two glanced at each other, and the wind changed suddenly.

"Hey, this tune is so familiar."

"Aren't you familiar with it, when my grandfather died, it was like this."

"Ah..... yes, yes, when my grandmother died, it seemed to be the same thing, but it didn't sound like this."

It was supposed to be a sad music, but under the effect of tranquility, it blew out the tragedy and the pattern.

The fantasy of sprinting to kill the enemy changed again, and the foreign guests below were also enthusiastically pulled by the principal and several leaders, and they just sat in place, unable to move.

Listen!

Listen to me!

At this time, if they hadn't seen An Ning's intentions clearly, they wouldn't be worthy of being the leaders of this school.

If you don't talk about morality first, then don't blame them for being unrighteous last.

Sure enough, the grand funeral illusion permeated the entire hall.

The students of Huaxia stood up silently, took off their hats, and had solemn expressions.

They are not giving to anyone else, but to those who have died for the peaceful life they are now living in.

Several school leaders also restrained their expressions on their faces, and the translators on the side translated what the principal said.

"A few people, follow the customs of the locals, and give them a ride with us."

Several foreign guests were dragged to stand up and participated in a solemn funeral.

The song is about to end, and the moment the last high tune ends, a bright red unfolds in the sky.

Qu Bi.

An Ning and Jiang Xia stood side by side, bowing slightly to the people below.

"Papa"

All the staff stood up, and the two hands even slapped the momentum of being beheaded if they didn't applaud today, there was no cheering, only endless applause from the heart.

An Ning and Jiang Xia waited for a while, and then withdrew amid everyone's applause.

Generally speaking, if the performance of the previous show is too good, the pressure of the people performing later should be very high, and they are a little unwilling.

But this time, the people on the show behind were moved to tears.

An Ning and Jiang Xia walked from the front of the stage to the backstage, and received another wave of applause, Jin Youyou was even more exaggerated, and he saluted the two directly.

"Oh my God!"

"You are my gods!"

Jin Youyou's words were unanimously approved by everyone.

Jiang Xia took a step back and said, "It's all the credit of An Ning, she... Will feng shui. ”

In a word, many students understand.

An Ning has never hidden that he knows Feng Shui, and it turns out that today's performance uses the inheritance of his ancestors.

No wonder the scenes are as realistic as the real thing.

An Ning just smiled lightly, didn't explain too much, found a chair and sat down, and waited for the party to end.

The host at the front desk tried to control the scene, but the scene was too enthusiastic, and finally the host had to wait for everyone to be quiet for a while.

The show finally continued, but the next show was a bit boring.

However, all the audience members still applauded enthusiastically and reacted to watching the show, because this was a diplomatic performance.

At the end of the evening, the final part is to choose the best show of the day.

There is no doubt that even unanimously passed, Anning and Jiangxia.

But whenever an accident happens, it's fraud.

In the end, An Ning and Jiang Xia stood on the stage again, and their awards were presented by foreign guests.

A foreign guest walked up to An Ning with the trophy, did not move, stared at An Ning, and muttered something of their own in a low voice.

"It's a small insect carving skill, but it's good if it works, isn't it?"

The marked R language made the award-giver look at An Ning in surprise.

The time for infinite forking has arrived, how can An Ning let it go.

"Don't be surprised, I studied R for two hours, and I wanted to spend more time, but it turned out that I didn't need it."

Such an obvious ridicule made the award-giver give the trophy game to Anning hard.

It's a pity that one hand blocked the opponent's strength, and said with a smile: "This little strength... You're going to have to work hard. ”

(End of chapter)