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Chapter 289 Slap in the face, no tears without seeing the coffin!

Quan Manman actually held one side of the skirt of the dress in one hand and sent the music score in her hand to the judges' table.

Bancroft stood up, smiled and stretched out his hand to her, "Give it to me."

Of course Quan Manman knew Master Bancroft. She was a little flattered and held the score in her hands and handed it over, "Teacher, please take a look."

"Don't be nervous, you played very well." Bancroft encouraged.

Quan Manman didn't expect to receive Master Bancroft's approval, and her cheeks turned red with excitement, "Thank you... thank you, teacher."

Bancroft picked up her score and looked at it, then handed it to the other judges next to her, "To ensure fairness, you should also take a look."

The other judges passed it on one by one.

"What Song Jing played just now is indeed not from this score." The judges gave an affirmative answer.

Li Yin's eyes widened in disbelief, "How could this happen? After Song Jing came on stage and found that the score had been changed, he actually discussed another score on the spot? How could she compose a score on the spot so quickly!"

"Yinyin, don't worry." Qin Zhiyu pressed Li Yin's hand to comfort him.

Li Yin thought of something and stood up suddenly. Qin Zhiyu was startled and said, "Yinyin, what's wrong?"

"I'm going backstage to get my bag." Li Yin picked up the skirt of her dress and hurried backstage.

Song Jing saw Li Yin hurriedly walking down from the VIP table, rushed to the backstage, curled up the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and patted the microphone in his hand.

A thumping sound came from the microphone, and other people's attention was naturally attracted.

"Judges and teachers, you have listened to Quan Manman's performance, don't forget to give her scores."

Quan Manman was startled. She didn't expect that Song Jing was still speaking for her at this time.

Bancroft smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Of course, we have given good marks to Quan Manman."

"The score is ready, then I will continue." Song Jing walked to the edge of the stage and sat down, one leg casually crossed, the other leg bent and stepped on the side of the stage, holding it up with one hand

Holding one side of his cheek, he glanced around the crowd under the stage with a lazy yet wild smile, "Who shouted the loudest just now, saying that I stole Quan Manman's music score, and asked me to get out of Beijing University"

Coming?"

The boy who had shouted the loudest just now was blushing and wanted to find a hole under the seat to burrow into.

Those who had ridiculed Song Jing also looked embarrassed and looked away with guilty conscience, not daring to look at Song Jing.

"Oh!"

Song Jing sneered, and the laughter spread through the microphone and resounded throughout the entire auditorium. It was like a slap on those people's faces, making their faces burn with pain.

Many people lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Song's eyes swept around the auditorium and turned his head slightly to look at Ran Chao standing on the stage.

Ran Chao met her gaze, and his back tensed involuntarily.

"And you, deliberately targeting me?"

Ran Chao tensed his face and said, "I'm just discussing the matter as it is. I don't want to damage the reputation of Beijing University because of some people's personal reasons."

"On the stage of Peking University's competition, you targeted the participating students of Peking University on the spot. You first ruined Peking University's venue and slapped Peking University's face. Now you actually have the nerve to say that you did all this for the reputation of Peking University.

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"Tsk, tsk."

"Your logical thinking will make people praise you for your genius."

"You shouldn't go to school at Peking University. You should go to school at Taiyang University. Only in this way can you show your ability."

Ran Chao looked ugly when he was ridiculed, gritted his teeth and said: "It's true that you brought Quan Manman's score to the stage. Even if you didn't perform, it also means that Quan Manman's score was in your hands from the beginning to the end. This is yours

How to explain it?"

"If I hadn't exposed you on the spot, would Quan Manman still be able to go on stage and participate in the competition?"

"That's a good question." Song Dingding nodded and stood up holding the edge of the stage with one hand, "I was also about to ask. How come the score I put in my bag became a full score? Then

Who owns my original score?"

"Song Jing, your score is here." Su Luan walked quickly onto the stage.

"Give it back to me! That's my bag!" Li Yin chased after Su Luan, looking panicked and trying to snatch back a small bag that Su Luan was holding.

Su Luan was tall and agile. He easily avoided Li Yin's hand and walked quickly to Song Jing's side.

"Song Jing, that's my bag, you're not allowed to touch it!" Li Yin screamed.

Su Luan walked to Song Jing and quickly opened the button of the bag. A piece of paper was randomly stuffed inside. Song Jing took a casual look and knew it was her sheet music.

"Song Jing, you don't allow it!"

Li Yin rushed forward, still trying to grab the bag.

Song Jing turned the bag over, and everything in Li Yin's bag was dumped on the stage.

Li Yin's expression changed drastically, and she rushed forward to grab the white paper, but Su Luan grabbed her arm.

"Let me go!"

Song Jing bent down and picked up the white paper under Li Yin's frightened eyes.

Before Song Jing could speak, Li Yin said in a panic: "That's the score I wrote myself. No one of you is allowed to peek!"

"Your original score? No one has seen it yet?" Song Jing raised his eyebrows.

"Yes!" Li Yin was shocked to realize that something was wrong with what he said before, but it was too late to regret it. At this time, he could only grit his teeth and admit it.

"Since you said this is your original score, come here and play it." Song Jing handed the microphone to Su Luan, grabbed Li Yin's arm, and led him to the piano.

"Let me go!" Li Yin struggled, but her little strength was like a chicken caught by an eagle in Song Jing's hands, and she had no strength to fight back.

Song Jing grabbed Li Yin's arm and pushed her directly onto the piano bench, "Play."

Li Yin gritted his teeth and looked at the sheet music unfolded by Song Jing, not daring to raise his hand.

Song Jing grabbed Li Yin's hand and pressed it on the black and white piano keys, his eyes cold and heavy, "Play!"

Li Yin's body trembled.

Bancroft said, "Classmate Li Yin, this is your original score. Why don't you dare to play it? Such behavior can easily arouse suspicion. This is not your original score, but you stole it from others.

Oh."

"You'd better play it, so as to eliminate everyone's doubts about you."

Jeffrey also said: "Classmate Li Yin, if you play, the teacher believes in you."

"Senior Sister Li Yin, go ahead and play! We are all willing to believe in you!"

Li Yin, as the campus beauty of Peking University, had just performed wonderfully on stage. Many people in the audience supported her and wanted her to prove her innocence.

Li Yin was asked to play music more and more, and the more hesitant she was, the more suspicious she became.

Li Yin gritted his teeth, glared at Song Jing fiercely, raised his hand and placed it on the black and white piano keys, staring closely at the unfolded score, and finally pressed the first key.

"Ding-ding-dang-dang, ding... ding-dang-dang..."

Li Yin played while reading the score.

Because of the unfamiliarity with the music score, the music played naturally started to be intermittent, especially when technical performance was required, the playing was a complete mess.

The more Li Yin played, the more she realized something was wrong. She suddenly realized something, her pupils suddenly widened, and she pressed the keys with a bang and stopped playing.

"You did it on purpose!" Li Yin said this through gritted teeth.

The piece she is playing now is the score that Song Jing played in the competition just now.

Except for the first few syllables, everything else is exactly the same.

Song Jing raised his lips, "Didn't you say that this is your original score and no one else has seen it?"

"Why can I play the ball more smoothly than you?"

"So, whose original score is this?"


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