Baili Qingge was thinking about who would trick herself, but she was almost out of her body by a sudden cold and low call, so that when she raised her eyes, her gaze was dilated, and the whole person looked dumbfounded, which was extremely inconsistent with the strange and tricky image in everyone's hearts.

"She's a hundred miles of Qingge, and she doesn't look very good!"

"It's not good, I'm born to make up!"

"Who makes the family the only daughter of the Baili family!"

"If you want to change me, I will also be arrogant and arrogant."

"Do you think that she is inexplicably compatible with Senior Brother Hua?"

"With a fart, Senior Brother Hua is mine!"

"You deserve it too, he's mine!"

There was silence for a moment on this side, and there was almost a quarrel on the other side.

Hua Han's ears were sensitive, he heard it clearly, his face was slightly displeased, he looked at Baili Qingge, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What, are you afraid of competing with me?" ”

Baili Qingge couldn't hear the word 'afraid', and almost didn't think about it and quickly counterattacked: "Afraid of a ball!" ”

"Then please, the dean is still waiting!"

Baili Qingge stepped into the piano room smoothly, and it was quiet inside.

"It turns out that Baili Qingge is you, no wonder the name is familiar!" It was Mr. Qingpeng, the teacher of their music class, who spoke.

Baili Qingge only felt a group of crows flying overhead, and the croaking sound was extremely desolate.

You don't have to be so forgetful, really!

Everyone knows that there are two people who can be fortunate enough to be praised by you, one of them is Hua Han, a celebrity in the academy, and everyone knows it. The second is that she sings a hundred miles of songs, how can she only deserve to be remembered for her face and not for her name?

Baili Qingge was indignant in her heart, but at the moment, there were many people on the periphery, and there were deans and Deacon Song in charge, she didn't dare to bear a charge of disrespecting her teacher.

"Dean, Deacon Song, Mr. Qing!" Greeting each other, Baili Qingge walked towards the guqin under Hua Han's gaze.

When passing by him, Baili Qingge heard him say, "Win me!" ”

Baili Qingge paused, frowned and asked, "Why?" ”

"Catch the thief, reward!"

The first three words were unattractive to Baili Qingge, but the last two words aroused her interest.

"Deal!"

Baili Qingge said happily, and strode towards the guqin, his eyes were radiant and imposing.

"This tone is quite sufficient, but I haven't heard that Baili Qingge can play the piano."

"People are not losing anger!"

"I have the courage to compare with Senior Brother Hua, I don't think I can do anything!"

"Wait and see, it's good that this eldest lady can make a tune!"

……

Everyone was talking, and they all stood outside the window waiting to see the jokes of Baili Qingge.

Baili Qingge couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was not difficult to guess what they were thinking from their expressions, she hooked her lips and smiled, and after sitting upright, she raised her hand to test the strings.

During the audition, she was thinking about what track to play.

Hua Han's choice just now is an exciting tune, if she chooses this kind of song again, everyone has already heard it, and I am afraid that it will not achieve such a good effect as his, let alone surpass him.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the Baili Qing singer's fingers were plucked, and the overtones leaked out, like a heavenly sound, and a sense of coldness swept through the entire hall.

"What tune is this, and why is it so bleak?"

"Is it just cold, why do I feel like crying?"

"I'm already crying, I seem to see my dad being killed by a ghost."

"I saw my people killed!"

"I actually saw me in the future, so miserable!"

……

Some talk, some are quiet, some ponder, some weep, some frown, and some bury their heads......

Baili Qingge looked at their expressions as far as he could, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth proudly, and his fingers plucked the strings faster and faster.

Those scenes of fighting, those horse-leather shrouds, those grief experiences, those predicting tragedy...... What obsession there is in the heart of the person who listens, what kind of demonic fantasy is born.