Peach Fortune Ring

The game continues.

Xia Xiang made nine appearances. He played a more passionate piece, and finally got an average score of 92, temporarily ranking second.

The three people who had ridiculed Song Yan and Xia Xiang just now did not expect Xia Xiang to be so powerful, and their faces were a little ugly.

Backstage again, Xia Xiang walked directly in front of those three people and said provocatively, "If you have the ability, you can surpass my score."

"What are you proud of? Isn't it the second!" A Yang, a young man with a high collar, insisted.

"Ha, I don't have the ability to get the first place, because the first place belongs to Ah Yan." As soon as the words fell, Xia wanted to turn around and leave.

Subconsciously, the three of them looked at Song Yan and said to themselves, "Is that kid really that powerful?"

Sensing the eyes of the three, Song Yan smiled at them, and the three turned their heads quickly.

Time passed and number 87 took the stage.

Coincidentally, No. 87 is actually that high-collared youth.

As a result, the high-collar youth scored 89 points and temporarily ranked 14th.

"Yo, 14th, not bad, not bad! Indeed, there is something to be proud of." Xia Xiang, who was guarding the entrance of the corridor, smiled half a smile when he saw the other party coming.

"...You...!" The high-collared youth was furious. Originally, he was a little happy to be ranked 14th, but he couldn't be happier when Xia Xiangyi ridiculed him.

"Your name is Xia Xiang, right? Don't bully me too much!" Two companions of the high-collared youth came up.

"How strange! It seems that I mocked him first!" Xia Xiang sneered.

At this moment, Song Yan stepped onto the stage.

Ah Yan thought about it: "Xia thinks, do you dare to make a bet with us?"

"Say."

"Just bet on whether your friend can get the first place. If he gets the first place, the three of us will take the initiative to withdraw from this competition. If not, you and your friend will withdraw!"

Hearing this, the corners of Xia Xiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he hesitated.

Seeing his hesitation, Ayan was overjoyed and couldn't help but sneered: "Why? Don't you dare? Didn't you just say that your friend is firmly in the first place?"

"Hey, it's not illegal to brag!" The high-collared youth's eyes lit up, and he faintly felt that he had caught Xia Xiang's weakness, so he provoked him with words.

Hearing the other party's sarcasm, Xia Xiang was really fooled: "Okay, I promise you, but I can't make the decision for Ah Yan. If I lose, I will retire on my own initiative and slap myself three times in public!"

"Okay, it's a deal!" A Yan agreed with a smile.

On the stage, Song Yan had already started playing.

This time he played "The Mark of the Rain", which he once played in a coffee shop, and it was one of the ten pieces presented by the system.

This is a lyrical piece with a delicate and elegant style, and it has a unique oriental freshness.

"Another original song!"

Xia Xiang couldn't help but said, but the faces of the three high-collared youths became very ugly. As the saying goes, once an expert makes a move, he will know if there is one. A particularly profound realm, not to mention, he was playing an original piece of music.

Original songs will definitely get extra points from the judges.

Go to the scoring stage.

When the average score of 99 appeared on the big screen, the faces of the three high-collared youths instantly turned pale.

"Haha, I won!"

Xia Xiang couldn't help cheering, then looked at the three young men with high collars and said, "You guys lost, shouldn't it be time to fulfill our bet?"

"This is a bet between Ah Yan and you, it has nothing to do with me!" the high-collared youth said suddenly.

"Ayan, you...!" Hearing Ma Yang's words, Ayan couldn't help being furious.

"A Yang is right, it was Ah Yan who made the bet, and she didn't ask A Yang and I for advice, so we don't have to fulfill the bet agreement!" Another young man followed closely.

"You two... are too shameless!" Ayan was almost speechless by the performance of the two.

Xia Xiang was also taken aback, and then raised his middle finger to Ma Yang and the others: "I despise you, you are still men!"

At this moment, Song Yan returned from the stage to the backstage. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter, Brother Xia?"

When Xia wanted to tell the story, he was also very surprised. He didn't expect Ma Yang and the two to be so careless.

"Forget it, Brother Xia, it's not worth getting angry with this kind of person!" Song Yan said with a light glance at the other party.

"Boy, what do you mean?" Ma Yang stared at Song Yan angrily and said.

"It's what you think in your heart." Song Yan responded indifferently.

Hearing this, Ma Yang couldn't help clenching his fists.

Seeing this, Xia Xiang stepped forward: "What? I want to fight, my buddies will accompany you!"

"Forget it, Ayan." Another young man tugged at Ramayan's sleeve.

"Humph! Let's go." Ma Yang snorted coldly, and left angrily.

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Chapter 52 Sneak Attack

"By the way, Ah Yan, your cousin seems to have a problem with you getting the first place. She left the backstage just after you won the first place. I don't think her face is very good-looking." Xia Xiang whispered to Song Yan.

Hearing this, Song Yan frowned slightly, and his heart became entangled again.

The competition is still going on, and it is estimated that it will be in the evening when all the players finish their performances. Song Yan and Xia Xiang have already finished their performances, so they decided to leave.

After asking Xia Xiang to have lunch, Song Yan returned to the dormitory.

During this period of time, he did not give up on his studies. He has two supernatural powers: memory memory and comprehension. sensation.

However, he plans to explode in one fell swoop in the next monthly exam, which will cause a better sensation and gain more fame.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, he received a call from Xiang Feifei. He first congratulated him on winning No.1 in the preliminary round of the piano competition, and then offered to invite him to dinner.

It just so happened that he also wanted Xiang Feifei to help analyze Song Xue's matter, so he agreed without hesitation.

At 06:30 in the evening, when Song Yan came downstairs to the restaurant that he had made an appointment with, he found Xiang Feifei standing there pretty.

"Sorry, I'm late." Song Yan said.