To save the music festival, winning the championship is not too much.

Theater stage.

Song Jia, Wang Zitong, and Xu Xuan were sitting together, surrounded by people in makeup. They were all here to participate in the exchange meeting, so they occasionally chatted with the people around them. Xu Xuan was also Song Jia's after all. Apprentice, so others won't suspect anything. Only those who are familiar with him know that Song Ji has recently accepted an apprentice, while the rest are naturally polite to Xu Xuan.

After all, Song Ji is a master of Peking Opera. The reason why he did not come to the venue today was to avoid suspicion.

Although this is an exchange meeting, rankings will be judged, and certificates of honor will be issued, as well as status in the opera industry and other things. Xu Xuan doesn't understand. In short, Wang Zitong and Song Jia are attending, and Song Ji must avoid suspicion.

What worries Xu Xuan is that Song Jia still sneezes occasionally after coming out of the backstage. She suppresses her voice, but she can still hear it, so Wang Zitong and Xu Xuan are not in the mood to chat with the people around them.

Wang Zitong frowned and asked, "Jiajia, are you allergic today?"

Xu Xuan immediately thought of what Song Ji had told him when he left Song's house.

Because Song Jia is allergic to pollen, she doesn't want to send flowers or anything like that while singing.

There are flowers in the venue, but they are far away from Song Jia. Everyone knows that Song Jia is allergic to pollen, so at every exchange meeting, the organizer will follow the requirements and place the flowers far away from those with pollen allergies.

Hearing Wang Zitong's inquiry, Song Jia nodded, but did not appear anxious. Instead, she sat calmly where she was and said, "It should be pollen allergy."

Wang Zitong glanced around and saw that there were no flowers. The flowers were all on the other side of the venue, far away from Song Jia, so it was impossible for her to be allergic.

And Song Jia is not allergic to flowers just by smelling them. Under normal circumstances, Song Jia will be allergic only when pollen comes into contact.

So Wang Zitong immediately frowned and said, "Powdering room?"

Song Jia nodded.

Xu Xuan also roughly understood that someone was looking for trouble.

Wang Zitong sneered and said, "Isn't today the month when you win the twelfth consecutive championship?"

Seeing Xu Xuan's confusion, Wang Zitong explained: "Jiajia has won the championship for twelve consecutive months this month. If she still wins the championship this month, it will be the first ten years of the Kyoto Opera Exchange Association. The man who won two consecutive championships.”

She raised her shoulders and said: "Once this achievement is achieved, Jia Jia will be directly promoted to the master rank even if she is only 25 years old, so some people will take it for granted."

While speaking, Wang Zitong glanced at Chu Jingjing not far away.

Xu Xuan glanced at Song Jia with concern. Except that the bridge of her nose was a little red, she didn't have any allergies.

Song Jia shook her head: "It doesn't matter. At most, I just won't be able to go on stage. Don't worry."

Xu Xuan really didn't know what to say about Song Jia's temperament.

According to ordinary people's personalities, when an accident occurs at such a critical time, it would be strange not to be anxious. However, Song Jia was no different from usual, as if she was not the one suffering from pollen allergies.

And it is Song Jia's character that makes people obsessed with her. That attitude that seems to see through everything and is indifferent to anyone and anything is in very strong contrast with the current environment of this society.

The lights on the stage brightened at this time, and an old man in his sixties walked onto the stage, holding a microphone.

"Today is the seventh opera exchange meeting this year. It is the mission of our generation to carry forward traditional culture, discover the beauty of traditional culture, and find the modern value of traditional culture."

"Peking Opera, Yu Opera, Huangmei Opera, Excerpt Opera, Shadow Play, Cantonese Opera, Bangzi Opera and other operas are almost the typical cultural inheritance of our country. They also represent the entertainment methods of the ancient Chinese people, and they also understand the cultural achievements of China. Diversification and differentiation between regions.”

"Moreover, the beauty of opera lies in the sound, makeup, and story. Each opera represents the traditional cultural story of a certain region. It is passed down in the form of opera, which seems to be more beautiful than history books and unofficial histories."

"First, we have six judges on stage."

As the old man finished speaking, the venue burst into applause.

It is commonplace that the judges are all elderly people over 60 years old, which seems to be the norm.

Then the order of appearance for today was announced.

But when talking about Song Jia, the host, the old man in his [-]s, said with a smile: "Little Jiajia will compete for the twelfth consecutive championship this month. Old Song is not here, so he won't be able to see this scene."

Everyone chuckled, and the old man continued: "The twelfth consecutive championship should be the first time in the eight years since our Kyoto Opera Exchange Association was founded, right?"

"Well, first of all, I would like to invite the first contestant to take the stage today, an excerpt from the Peking Opera "Man Under the Moon", Hao Yunshang."

As the No. 1 contestant took the stage, Xu Xuan also focused on Song Jia.

Song Jia saw Xu Xuan's concerned eyes and shook her head slightly, her eyes still as calm as water.

Xu Xuan leaned over and said, "Can you still go on stage later?"

Song Jia shook her head.

It can be seen that she is trying her best to endure the sneezing. Sneezing in this environment is undoubtedly disrespectful to the players on the stage, so Song Jia endures it very hard.

Xu Xuan could imagine how a person felt when he was holding back a sneeze. Xu Xuan couldn't help it anyway.

Wang Zitong said coldly: "Is it the little kid's fault?"

"Who?"

Wang Zitong pursed his lips towards Chu Jingjing: "Who else could be there besides her? She, like Jiajia, is a Huangmei opera performer, but she often publicly says that she is the authentic Huangmei opera performer, while Jiajia is just a halfway monk or something. Apart from that, this The little bitch has always wanted to ruin Jiajia’s twelve consecutive championships, and it seems she was the one who tripped Jiajia on purpose last month, almost causing Jiajia to hit the ground.”

Song Jia shook her head slightly at Wang Zitong: "I won't go on stage. It's just a pity."

Xu Xuan knew what regret Song Jia was talking about.

Song Jia will go abroad in the next few months, or even half a year, so it is impossible to continue participating in exchange meetings in a short time.

Maybe outsiders can't imagine it, but Xu Xuan and Song Jia have been in contact for two months and have learned that Song Jia's love for opera almost devoted everything to her.

This girl doesn't like shopping, makeup, movies, or surfing the Internet, but she only likes Huangmei Opera.

I heard from Shi Xiaojie that Song Jia had been studying opera since she was a child.

It seems that Song Jia has never been able to recover because of what happened to her mother back then.

At this moment, Chu Jingjing looked over with mockery in her eyes, but she was glared at by Wang Zitong.

As the opera continued, it was soon Sonja's turn to take the stage.

The old man in his [-]s looked at Song Jia and said, "Well, I'm going to invite the representative of Huangmei Opera, Song Jia. What she brings today is a new play, an excerpt from "The Female Consort"."

Everyone started talking in low voices after hearing this.

At this critical moment, Song Jia actually used a new play to appear on the stage. In this way, Song Jia's new play must be very confident, otherwise who would use new things when winning [-] consecutive championships.