My Family’s Idol’s Vest Fell Again

In room 804 of Ziwei Hotel. +++ Catino Novel Network www.readwn.com

This is the resting room of Xue Wei, the president of the Zuijiang Literature Association. She was standing by the window at this moment, looking at the ambulance that had gone away at the door of the hotel, with a smile on her mouth.

When someone knocked on the door, Xue Wei walked over and saw through the crack of the door that it was her assistant. After the person came in, she asked, "How is the situation there?"

"Xia Hai (Yanyan) was suddenly allergic and rushed to the hospital. The other teachers and students of the Xianmeng Literature Club had no heads, and they were all flustered. It is estimated that they will definitely be affected by the mood for a while, and it is impossible to play normally during the game. "The assistant explained the situation one by one.

"That's good." Xue Wei nodded.

"One more thing, when Xia Hai (Yanyan) had a problem before, it was Shi Fei who took first-aid measures. It is said that he has read relevant medical books. Does he still know medicine?" The assistant was a little confused.

"I heard that he has been doing very well during his school years. It is normal for Xueba to read a few related medical books." Xue Wei took out a lady's cigarette and spit out a cigarette ring and said: "Whether he understands medicine or not What's the (guanguan) relationship with us? We are not a medical competition, as long as he doesn't understand folk music."

The assistant nodded. Now it seems that the night game is set.

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The game during the day was too fierce, and many reporters heard the news. They were completely enclosed at the entrance of the hotel. The hotel had no choice but to send security guards to block the reporters outside, but many reporters still disguised and sneaked. Go in.

An hour later, the competition between Zuijiang Literature Club and Xianmeng Literature Club began, still in the original venue of the banquet hall.

The two anchors and reporters were present, including the host.

The students at the Zuijiang Literature Club were all confidently smiling, completely unaffected by consecutive failures during the day.

At Xianmeng Literature Club, Tang Xiangyang and Xia Hai (Yanyan) were not there, only Wang Pingyang and Shi Fei were sitting there.

The host knew about Xia Hai (Yanyan) being sent to the hospital. It was useless to mention it on this occasion. (Gan gan) didn’t say anything. He took the microphone and worked hard to create the atmosphere: “It’s another exciting experience. The competition, this evening is a collision between Western music and Chinese folk music. It is well known that there are many types of Chinese folk music, with a long history dating back thousands of years. Of course, Western music is also not bad, whether it is guitar or piano. These have already been integrated into everyone's lives..."

Xue Wei said jokingly: "I heard that Shi Fei is a master guitarist. Before the competition, I wonder if we are honored to listen to you play a piece of music. How about giving some guidance to the guitar students in our piano school?"

This seemingly joking request was actually secretly giving Shi Fei off his horse. After all, Shi Fei represents the Xianmeng Literature Club.

Here are all traditional folk music studies, while the guitar belongs to Western music.

"So you don’t even have a good teacher at the Drunken River Literature Club? You need to rely on teachers from other literature clubs to help guide you? If that's the case, let your students come to our literature club, anyway, stay there anyway. It’s a waste of time.” Shi Fei stood there and stunned, completely different from the gentle expression in the morning. At this time, the appearance of thorns all over his body did not give Xue Wei any face.

Xue Wei's face turned green, and she didn't expect Shi Fei, a public figure, to care so much about her image in front of the camera.

"I hope you Xianmeng Literature Club is as good as you said." Xue Wei hummed coldly.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the scene became embarrassing, the host immediately looked for a topic and made a roundabout, and then pointed to the important game tonight.

"Then we now invite the players from both sides to play separately, first of all, the musicians of the Zuijiang Literature Club." The host shouted loudly.

In the competition arena, a piano that has been placed a long time ago is on the left center of the stage. Sirami Herman, a world-renowned pianist, slowly walked onto the stage wearing a black (color) suit with a height.

He has been known as a genius pianist since he was a child, and he achieved such an achievement when he was only 28 years old. What's more, he is very handsome, blond and blue. Compared with the soft facial features of Chinese people, Sirami, who is a Westerner, has more facial features. Deep and three-dimensional.

Sirami became famous early, and his powder career has spread all over the world. During the game during the day before, many of his fans screamed excitedly.

Now it was finally time for him to play, one by one finally couldn't help it.

"Ah ah ah ah ah Srirasmi Suwadee finally come out, I really envy site staff can listen to free him play the piano, I'm a lemon."

"I can't get any tickets for Sirami's concert. I really want to go there and listen to it."

"I want to cry. I only left the Ziwei Hotel in Huangcheng yesterday. I knew I should stay one more day."

"I'm on my way to the Ziwei Hotel, but it's still a few miles away, it's all blocked, and the car can't move."

"I'm near the Ziwei Hotel. Unfortunately, the security is too strong and there is no chance to go in. I really want to go in."

The international piano masters and Shi Fei's popularity have completely attracted people from all nearby counties, not to mention the competitions of two literary clubs. No matter which side it is, it is a top performance.

Originally the daytime competition attracted a lot of people nearby, but now all the streets near the Ziwei Hotel are jammed with traffic.

Sirami sat elegantly in front of the piano, and the other students behind him followed on stage with their own instruments.

Each of them picked up their usual musical instruments, violin, cello, harp, etc.

After they were all seated, the host looked at Shi Fei and asked, "Now we have musicians from Xianmeng Literature Club."

There are more than a dozen people from the Qinyuan under Xianmeng Literature Club. Some of them are holding erhu, some are carrying guzheng and guqin, some are holding pipa, or holding flute in their hands. All kinds of folk music can be seen.

Everyone thought that this group of people must be the next ones to compete.

But when I saw Shi Fei’s mouth bends slightly at this time, he asked: "Ms. Xia Hai (Yanyan) is ill. I was ordered temporarily, so I want to confirm the rules of the competition? May I ask whether each of the two literature clubs will send eight students to take their own instruments. Come on stage and play music and see if the other party can catch it, right?"

Xue Wei nodded and said, "Yes."

Shi Fei smiled and said, "That's fine." He patted his palms and said, "Come in."

At this time, eight children ran in from the gate one after another, each of them looked like 13 or 4 years old, and the older ones were probably 15 or 16 years old.

"Your opponent is them." Shi Fei said to Xue Wei with eight children on stage.

Xue Wei's face (color) suddenly angered: "Shi Fei, what do you mean?"

Shi Fei: "A game? Can't you see it?"

Xue Wei: "You let a few children compete, are you humiliating our musicians from the Drunken River Literature Club?"

Shi Fei: "In normal competitions, how can you say that you are humiliated? Did the previous competition rules say that children are not allowed to participate?"

Xue Wei was so angry that she was holding a hand tightly, and the fire in her eyes was about to materialize. (强qiang) endured the anger in (xiong) mouth and looked at Wang Pingyang: "Teacher Wang, Shi Fei is young, you Do you just watch him play such a fool?"

Wang Pingyang, holding his thermos cup, said slowly: "Ms. Xia Hai (Yanyan) is sick. Before sending to the hospital, he said that Shifei took over the game in the piano school, so I can't control this matter."

Shi Fei said: "Xue Wei, don't be so anxious to get angry, maybe you can't beat a few kids."

As Shi Fei's words fell, at this moment the children took out the suona that they had pinned behind their waistbands.

Xue Wei: "..."

Student of Zuijiang Literature Club: "..."

Netizen: "..."

"Fuck, Shi Fei's trick is ruthless, how can other people compete when you suona?"

"Suona is a rascal in the musical instrument industry. One of them is enough to choke. Come on, come eight. You can just admit defeat at the Zuijiang Literature Club. It's incomparable."

"Shi Fei is too shameless, it's a bit shameless to do so."

"Yeah, it was said that the game was finished, but in the end you used a suona to suppress your opponent, and you came to eight. This is too bullying."

"Are you sick, the competition still speaks so much morality?"

"It was originally a fan of Shi Fei's passerby. His behavior just now made me unacceptable, and the fan turned around."

Many people on the Internet think that since it is a confrontation between Chinese and Western music, it should be upright. Shi Fei's method seems a little too low.

Shi Fei looked at Xue Wei and Silami and said, "The next song, as long as you can catch it, you will win."

Then he said to a few children, "Come on, kids, perform "A Hundred Birds Face the Phoenix" to the brothers and sisters opposite."

Suona’s music is outstanding, rugged, high-pitched, and loud, and the tune of "Hundred Birds in the Phoenix" is cheerful and melodious, which makes people feel refreshed.

The kids here are getting more and more vigorous. They have been studying Suona for many years. Maybe they are not as good as those teachers, but they are not bad.

The power of the eight suona sounds at the same time is really not to be underestimated, and the sounds are all heard outside the hotel.

Neither the sound (color) nor the tone of the suona can be matched by Western instruments, and the suona can also imitate the sounds of birds when playing "Hundred Birds in the Phoenix". This is something that Western instruments cannot imitate.

There is a saying in the folks as "a thousand years of pipa and ten thousand years of Zheng, an erhu pulls a lifetime, and the whole play ends with a sound of suona".

As long as the suona comes out, all other instruments will be forced to become accompaniment.

After the tune was finished, Shi Fei, no matter how dark the faces (colors) of all the students on the opposite side were, he took the lead and applauded happily and said, "It's really good. These kids are students from the piano school of Xianmeng Literature Club. , What do you guys say now?"

The face (color) of Zuijiang Literature Club was ugly. Before Xue Wei could say anything, Sirami got angry first, and accused him in fluent Chinese: "You are lying."

Shi Fei: "Why am I fooling? The Chinese and Western music competitions have been said. Isn't Suona folk music? What's wrong with our folk music competition? You can also come up with instruments that can compete with it?"

Silami's face (color) was dark and composed, probably because he had never encountered such a thing since he was famous, and it was a humiliation for him.

He is ranked sixth in the world as a piano player, and every time he holds a concert, it is hard to find a ticket.

As a result, I competed with people here, but I was so humiliated by the instrument, Sirami was angry: "I heard that you are also an excellent guitarist. How can someone like you be qualified to touch an instrument?"

Sirami's face was originally white, but Shi Fei's face was flushed, which was obviously really angry.

Before the live broadcast, when the children came out to blow the suona, many people flew away while scolding. This would see Sirami angry, and many people suddenly couldn't help it.

"Shi Fei is sick, right? Silami is also a world pianist. Is there such a humiliation?"

"I still liked him when I saw the live broadcast in the morning. Now the fans have turned black for life."

Fuck cao) (Fuck cao) (Fuck cao), Shi Fei, you bully my idol so, don't let me meet you, I will kill you."

"Shi Fei, what's so great about you. As an artist, you don't even have a decent work. You will only get hot searches and **** to death."

"Shi Fei is just a cheeky|chicken, I'm forced to **** my brain? Is Shi Fei dead today?"

"It's a Chinese and Western music competition. I'm really ashamed of the Chinese, I'm really ashamed of him, but I can't help but get out of here."

"Brother Fei is just playing normally, he did not violate the rules, do you guys need to be so extreme?"

"Shi Fei Fan Te Mo, get out of here, die a household register."

When Shifei took Suona to win the Zuijiang Literature Club, Sirami's anger caused his fans to jump out one by one.

After all, Shi Fei has only become popular. Even if he does not lose to Sirami's status as a painter, there are still not enough iron fans. Unlike Sirami, who became famous early, he has fans all over the world.

Netizens who watched the live broadcast soon recorded a short video and posted it on Douyin and Weibo. The game here was not over yet, and Shi Fei fell into a black situation.

Even many Silami fans began to implicate and attack other teachers and members of Xianmeng Literature Club. The Weibo of Tang Xiangyang and Wang Pingyang were all bombarded by a group.

Each of the Dumbo was urgently summoned to fight against the black, Jiang Yu also sat in front of the computer, typing quickly with his fingers, to refute the curse messages on the Internet.

Jiang Yu had a piece of bread in his mouth and quickly ate a bite, and said, "This group of lunatics began to curse people without knowing the truth of the matter, and they didn't know when they were being used as guns. Master, you have to counterattack quickly. Otherwise, these little Dumbo can't stand it anymore."

At the competition site, Shi Fei didn’t even know that he was hacked by the entire network. Facing Silami’s angry questioning, Shi Fei looked at the teachers and students in his piano school and said, “Since Sirami wants to listen to Chinese music , So what if we play him a song."

At this time, someone handed a backpack to Shi Fei, a student quickly started to set up the table, Shi Fei put the backpack on the table, took off the cloth bag, and (exposed) the fir inside.

At this time, the students from the piano school of Xianmeng Literature College also took their musical instruments on stage one by one, and students from other schools moved their chairs on stage for them.

Headed by Shi Fei, after sitting down one by one, they stared at the competition musicians of the Drunken River Literature Society opposite.