Seeing Song Jiamei get up gracefully, bow deeply to the audience, then walk towards herself with a gloomy face, An Ran smiled meaningfully, and looked back at Long Jiayi who was about to play next to her.

"Don't worry." Long Jiayi quietly said two words in her ear, and then turned her body and passed by Song Jiamei who was about to step down.

"Smack it..."

As soon as Long Jiayi was on stage, warm applause immediately sounded in the audience, which made Song Jiamei’s steps, which were about to end, froze hard. When she turned around, she saw Long Jiayi, who was wearing red clothes, holding a light flute in her hand, twisting her sexy waist, and stepping on her heroic steps, like a charming elf, making people's hearts thump.

Seeing this scene, Song Jiamei, who was originally calm, could no longer maintain her forced appearance and stared at Long Jiayi's figure like a fairy, and a strong fire ignited in her eyes.

When I stepped down just now, I deliberately showed elegance. By comparing Long Jiayi's heroic pace, I seemed particularly delicate and artificial and could not be on the table.

She originally thought that even if she lost her standards, it would not be a problem to win the top few, but now it seems that she has underestimated some people.

Thinking of this, Song Jiamei stared at An Ran who looked at Long Jiayi with a smile, and forced a proud smile. While stepping down, she said contemptuously, "This is a concert, not a beauty pageant. What if she succeeds when she appears? The concert is about her true skills, and it is not a success by tempting people with beauty."

As soon as her voice fell, a pleasant and brisk flute sounded. The two consecutive piano performances were already a little boring. Now, when I first heard the flute sound, I immediately shocked my mind. The melodious and light flute sound, coupled with a hot figure, made people unable to feel a trace of blasphemy even though they were inspiring in their hearts.

Listening to the casual and melodious sound of the flute, Song Jiamei's face became a little embarrassed.

How is it possible? The achievements of these people are obviously very ordinary, so how can they improve so much overnight?

"Compared with such a pleasant and outstanding flute sound, compared with the ordinary piano sound just now, I believe that as long as you have no problem with your ears, you can tell which one is better and that one is bad." An Ran seemed to say indifferently, his eyes were looking at Long Jiayi from beginning to end, with a confident smile on his face.

She has always been good at not just playing the piano, but exploring the greatest potential in everyone, so that everyone's strengths can be maximized, thereby overshadowing their weaknesses, and even turning their weaknesses into strengths without realizing them.

Peng Jingling is elegant and beautiful, with the demeanor of a lady, while Long Jiayi is a natural beauty. Their demeanor is natural without any falsehood. Unlike Song Jiamei's elegance, she deliberately pretends to be. Song Jiamei, who is sandwiched between the two with extraordinary temperament, naturally looks a little petty, and also highlights her delicate and artificiality.

"Yes, our Jiayi is the true character, unlike some people who are squeamish and pretend." As soon as An Ran finished speaking, Ye Zi immediately continued, deliberately glanced at Song Jiamei when she said the second half.

"Hmph, so what if I pretend to behave? You can't even dream of what I can't get. I don't think of it in my dreams. I don't think of suicide if I can't get the heart of a man. I've been trampled by me from the beginning. In this life, I'm destined to be able to be trampled by me. I want to turn over and climb onto my head and dream." Song Jiamei was so excited that she glanced at her gauze-wrapped arm, and stared at An Ran with gritted teeth.

"you……"

As soon as he heard this, Ye Zi glared at her and wanted to rush forward, but was suddenly pulled by An Ran on the side. When she turned around, she saw her shaking her head.

"Ranran..." Ye Zi looked at her unwillingly, not understanding why she was still so calm. An Ran was very calm, patting her hands comfortably to calm her down.

After all, this is behind the scenes. Once a sound is made, it will be easily noticed. There are many people, and Song Jiamei has fewer people. If Song Jiamei pretends to behave again, the form will only be detrimental to them.

When he saw An Ran's attitude, Ye Zi pouted in a frustration, and turned her face away and stopped looking at Song Jiamei's arrogant face.

A burst of warm applause sounded. While Long Jiayi was over, a young boy hurried over to prepare to go to the stage. Seeing An Ran and the others still stunned, he nodded politely to them and stood by and waited for the stage.

"Hmph..." Seeing that no one paid attention to him here, Song Jiamei turned her body and left here in her high heels in anger.

Long Jiayi got off soon, and the boy got on stage soon.

"Don't be nervous, don't you think we are all good?" Ye Ziwang was unhappy just now, and held An Ran's hand awkwardly, because it was An Ran's turn next.

"I think you are nervous, right?" An Ran said jokingly when she looked at her cold hands.

"Tsk, I'm not worried about you yet." Ye Zi gave her a blank look, patted her with her backhand, and An Ran just smiled faintly, looking at the boy who was about to step down and play the piano quietly, his eyes sinking slightly.

It would be nonsense to say that she was not nervous at all. If she were normal, she might be very sure, but now that her hand is injured, she doesn't know if she can perform her usual level.

Seeing the boy get up and leave, when the boy was about to come behind the scenes, An Ran took a deep breath, grabbed the violin in his hand tightly and walked up.

Her dress was very casual, just like hers, simple and casual, without too much dress, without cumbersome jewelry, and just wearing bare face, which could attract people's sight.

While walking, my eyes took a casual look at the audience. Unexpectedly, I saw several familiar figures. The corners of my eyes and eyebrows couldn't help but tremble slightly, and my steps froze and then returned to the speed of my previous marching.

They came neatly today.

He stood slowly and looked ahead, but the figures of those people appeared in her sight again, frowned slightly, and withdrew his own gaze without a trace.

breathe.

She took a deep breath, trying hard to calm herself down and not let anyone or anything disturb her mood. She watched Song Jiamei get up elegantly, bow deeply to the audience, and then walked towards herself with a gloomy face. An Ran smiled meaningfully, and looked back at Long Jiayi who was about to play next to her.

"Don't worry." Long Jiayi quietly said two words in her ear, and then turned her body and passed by Song Jiamei who was about to step down.

"Smack it..."

As soon as Long Jiayi was on stage, warm applause immediately sounded in the audience, which made Song Jiamei’s steps, which were about to end, froze hard. When she turned around, she saw Long Jiayi, who was wearing red clothes, holding a light flute in her hand, twisting her sexy waist, and stepping on her heroic steps, like a charming elf, making people's hearts thump.

Seeing this scene, Song Jiamei, who was originally calm, could no longer maintain her forced appearance and stared at Long Jiayi's figure like a fairy, and a strong fire ignited in her eyes.

When I stepped down just now, I deliberately showed elegance. By comparing Long Jiayi's heroic pace, I seemed particularly delicate and artificial and could not be on the table.

She originally thought that even if she lost her standards, it would not be a problem to win the top few, but now it seems that she has underestimated some people.

Thinking of this, Song Jiamei stared at An Ran who looked at Long Jiayi with a smile, and forced a proud smile. While stepping down, she said contemptuously, "This is a concert, not a beauty pageant. What if she succeeds when she appears? The concert is about her true skills, and it is not a success by tempting people with beauty."

As soon as her voice fell, a pleasant and brisk flute sounded. The two consecutive piano performances were already a little boring. Now, when I first heard the flute sound, I immediately shocked my mind. The melodious and light flute sound, coupled with a hot figure, made people unable to feel a trace of blasphemy even though they were inspiring in their hearts.

Listening to the casual and melodious sound of the flute, Song Jiamei's face became a little embarrassed.

How is it possible? The achievements of these people are obviously very ordinary, so how can they improve so much overnight?

"Compared with such a pleasant and outstanding flute sound, compared with the ordinary piano sound just now, I believe that as long as you have no problem with your ears, you can tell which one is better and that one is bad." An Ran seemed to say indifferently, his eyes were looking at Long Jiayi from beginning to end, with a confident smile on his face.

She has always been good at not just playing the piano, but exploring the greatest potential in everyone, so that everyone's strengths can be maximized, thereby overshadowing their weaknesses, and even turning their weaknesses into strengths without realizing them.

Peng Jingling is elegant and beautiful, with the demeanor of a lady, while Long Jiayi is a natural beauty. Their demeanor is natural without any falsehood. Unlike Song Jiamei's elegance, she deliberately pretends to be. Song Jiamei, who is sandwiched between the two with extraordinary temperament, naturally looks a little petty, and also highlights her delicate and artificiality.

"Yes, our Jiayi is the true character, unlike some people who are squeamish and pretend." As soon as An Ran finished speaking, Ye Zi immediately continued, deliberately glanced at Song Jiamei when she said the second half.

"Hmph, so what if I pretend to behave? You can't even dream of what I can't get. I don't think of it in my dreams. I don't think of suicide if I can't get the heart of a man. I've been trampled by me from the beginning. In this life, I'm destined to be able to be trampled by me. I want to turn over and climb onto my head and dream." Song Jiamei was so excited that she glanced at her gauze-wrapped arm, and stared at An Ran with gritted teeth.

"you……"

As soon as he heard this, Ye Zi glared at her and wanted to rush forward, but was suddenly pulled by An Ran on the side. When she turned around, she saw her shaking her head.

"Ranran..." Ye Zi looked at her unwillingly, not understanding why she was still so calm. An Ran was very calm, patting her hands comfortably to calm her down.

After all, this is behind the scenes. Once a sound is made, it will be easily noticed. There are many people, and Song Jiamei has fewer people. If Song Jiamei pretends to behave again, the form will only be detrimental to them.

When he saw An Ran's attitude, Ye Zi pouted in a frustration, and turned her face away and stopped looking at Song Jiamei's arrogant face.

A burst of warm applause sounded. While Long Jiayi was over, a young boy hurried over to prepare to go to the stage. Seeing An Ran and the others still stunned, he nodded politely to them and stood by and waited for the stage.

"Hmph..." Seeing that no one paid attention to him here, Song Jiamei turned her body and left here in her high heels in anger.

Long Jiayi got off soon, and the boy got on stage soon.

"Don't be nervous, don't you think we are all good?" Ye Ziwang was unhappy just now, and held An Ran's hand awkwardly, because it was An Ran's turn next.

"I think you are nervous, right?" An Ran said jokingly when she looked at her cold hands.

"Tsk, I'm not worried about you yet." Ye Zi gave her a blank look, patted her with her backhand, and An Ran just smiled faintly, looking at the boy who was about to step down and play the piano quietly, his eyes sinking slightly.

It would be nonsense to say that she was not nervous at all. If she were normal, she might be very sure, but now that her hand is injured, she doesn't know if she can perform her usual level.

Seeing the boy get up and leave, when the boy was about to come behind the scenes, An Ran took a deep breath, grabbed the violin in his hand tightly and walked up.

Her dress was very casual, just like hers, simple and casual, without too much dress, without cumbersome jewelry, and just wearing bare face, which could attract people's sight.

While walking, my eyes took a casual look at the audience. Unexpectedly, I saw several familiar figures. The corners of my eyes and eyebrows couldn't help but tremble slightly, and my steps froze and then returned to the speed of my previous marching.

They came neatly today.

He stood slowly and looked ahead, but the figures of those people appeared in her sight again, frowned slightly, and withdrew his own gaze without a trace.

breathe.
Chapter completed!