My Family's Idol's Vest Fell Again

In Room 804 of Ziwei Hotel.

This is the rest room of Xue Wei, the president of Zuijiang Literary Society. At this time, she was standing by the window, looking at the ambulance that had gone away from the hotel entrance, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Someone knocked on the door. Xue Wei walked over and saw through the crack of the door that it was her assistant. After letting someone in, she asked, "How's the situation over there?"

"Xia Haiyan was suddenly allergic and sent to the hospital. The other teachers and students of Xianmeng Literature Club were leaderless, and they were all in a panic. It is estimated that they will be affected by their mood for a while, and they will not be able to perform normally during the competition." Assistant will The situation will be explained one by one.

"That's good." Xue Wei nodded.

"One more thing. When Xia Haiyan had a problem before, it was Shi Fei who took the first aid measures. It is said that he has read the relevant medical books. Does he still understand medicine?" The assistant was a little puzzled.

"I heard that his academic performance has been very good during school. It's normal for Xueba to have read a few related medical books." Xue Wei took out a lady's cigarette and lit it, exhaled a smoke ring and said, "It doesn't matter whether he understands or not. What does medicine have to do with us, we are not a medical competition, as long as he doesn't understand folk music, it will be fine."

The assistant nodded, now it seems that the game tonight will be won.

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The competition during the day was too intense, many reporters heard the news, and they all surrounded the hotel entrance. The hotel had no choice but to send out security guards to block those reporters out, but there were still many reporters who sneaked away in disguise. go in.

An hour later, the competition between Zuijiang Literature Society and Xianmeng Literature Society started, and it was still in the original banquet hall.

Both anchors and reporters were present, even the host was there.

The students at the Zuijiang Literature Society all had confident smiles on their faces, completely unaffected by the continuous failures during the day.

At Xianmeng Literature Club, Tang Xiangyang and Xia Haiyan were not there, only Wang Pingyang and Shi Fei were sitting there.

The host also knew about Xia Haiyan being sent to the hospital. It was useless to mention it on this occasion, so he simply didn't say anything, and tried his best to create an atmosphere with the microphone: "It's another exciting game, tonight This is a collision between Western music and Chinese folk music. We all know 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. In everyone's life..."

Xue Wei said jokingly: "I heard that Shi Fei is a master guitarist. Before the competition, I don't know if we have the honor to listen to you play the last piece. How about giving advice to the guitar students in our piano academy?"

This seemingly joking request is actually secretly giving Shi Fei down, after all, Shi Fei represents the Xianmeng Literature Club.

Here are all people who learn traditional folk music, and the guitar belongs to Western music.

"So you don't even have an excellent teacher in the Zuijiang Literature Club? Do you need to rely on teachers from other literature clubs to help? If this is the case, why don't you let all your students come to our literature club? Anyway, it's okay to stay there Waste of time." Shi Fei stood there and replied directly, his expression was completely different from the amiable expression in the morning, and at this time his whole body was full of thorns, he didn't give Xue Wei half a cent of face.

Xue Wei's face turned green. She didn't expect Shi Fei, a public figure, to be so indifferent to her image in front of the camera.

"I hope your Xianmeng Literature Club is as powerful as you say." Xue Wei snorted coldly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting awkward, the host immediately found a topic to smooth things over, and then directed the conversation to tonight's important game.

"Then let's invite the contestants from both sides to play, first of all the musicians from the Zuijiang Literature Club." The host shouted loudly.

On the playing field, a piano that had been placed long ago was in the center on the left side of the stage. Sirami Herman, a world-renowned pianist, walked slowly onto the stage in a tailored black suit.

He has been known as a genius pianist since he was a child, and he has made such achievements at the age of 28, not to mention that the other party is very handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes. Compared with the soft facial features of Chinese people, Sirami's facial features as a Westerner are more delicate Deep and three-dimensional.

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

Now it's finally time for him to play, and one by one can't bear it anymore.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh when Sirami finally came out, I really envy the staff at the scene who can listen to him play the piano for free, I'm lemony."

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

"I want to cry. I just left the Ziwei Hotel in Huangcheng yesterday. I should have stayed an extra day earlier."

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

"I'm near the Ziwei Hotel. Unfortunately, the security is so tight that I don't have a chance to go in. I really want to go in."

The international piano master and Shi Fei's popularity completely attracted people from all the nearby counties, not to mention the competition between two literary clubs, no matter which side is the top performance.

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

Sirami sat gracefully in front of the piano, and the other students behind him took their instruments to the stage one by one.

Each of them picked up their usual musical instruments, violin, cello, harp and so on.

After they were all seated, the host looked towards Shi Fei and asked, "Now we invite musicians from the Xianmeng Literature Club to come on stage."

There are more than a dozen people from the piano academy at the side of Xianmeng Literature Club. Some of them are holding erhu, some are carrying guzheng and guqin, some are holding pipa, or holding flute, all kinds of folk music can be seen.

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

Seeing that Shi Fei's mouth was slightly bent at this time, he asked, "Ms. Xia Haiyan is sick, and I was ordered temporarily, so I want to confirm the rules of the competition again? May I ask whether the two literary clubs each send eight students to play on stage with their own instruments? Let's see if the other party can take it, right?"

Xue Wei nodded and said, "Yes."

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

At this time, eight children ran in from the gate, each of them looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, and the older ones were probably fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Your opponents are them." Shi Fei led the eight children to the stage and said to Xue Wei.

Xue Wei said angrily, "Shi Fei, what do you mean?"

Shi Fei: "Competition? Can't you see it?"

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

Shi Fei: "Normal competition, why bother to talk about humiliation, did the rules of the previous competition say that children are not allowed to participate?"

Xue Wei was so angry that she squeezed one hand tightly, the anger in her eyes was about to substantiate, she suppressed the anger in her chest and looked at Wang Pingyang: "Mr. Wang, Shi Fei is young, do you just watch him mess around like this?" ?”

Holding his thermos, Wang Pingyang said slowly, "Ms. Xia Haiyan is ill. Before she was sent to the hospital, she said that Shi Fei would take over the competition at the Qin Academy, 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."

Following Shi Fei's words, the children took out the suona that they pinned on the back of their trousers.

Xue Wei: "..."

A student of Zuijiang Literature Club: "..."

Netizen: "..."

"Damn it, Shi Fei's move is so ruthless, once the suona comes out, how can others compete?"

"Suona is a hooligan in the musical instrument industry. One is enough. Come to eight. Zuijiang Literature Society, you just admit defeat, there is no comparison."

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

"That's right. We agreed on a match, but you beat your opponent with the suona, and there are eight more. This is too bullying."

"Aren't you sick? The game still talks about so much morality?"

"Originally, it was Shi Fei's passer-by fan. His behavior just now made it hard for me to accept, so the fan turned away."

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

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

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

Suona's music is outstanding, rough and high-pitched, and the volume is extremely loud.

The children here are playing more and more vigorously. They have been learning suona for many years. Maybe they are not as good as those teachers, but they are still good.

The power of the eight suonas ringing at the same time is really not to be underestimated, and the sound has spread outside the hotel.

Neither the timbre nor the pitch of Suona can be matched by Western instruments, and Suona can also imitate the sound of birds when playing "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix", which cannot be imitated by Western instruments.

There is a folk saying that "a thousand-year-old pipa and ten thousand-year zither play an erhu for a lifetime, and the sound of the suona ends the whole play."

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

After the melody was finished, Shi Fei took the lead and applauded happily, no matter how dark the faces of all the students opposite him were, he said, "It's really good. These kids are students of the piano academy of our Xianmeng Literature Club. Now you How to say?"

Zuijiang Literary Club's face was ugly. Before Xue Wei could say anything, Sirami was the first to get angry, and accused in fluent Chinese: "You are cheating."

Shi Fei: "Why did I cheat? Isn't suona folk music in the Chinese and Western music competition? What's wrong with us competing with folk musical instruments? You can also come up with competing musical instruments?"

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

He is the world's sixth-ranked pianist, and every time he holds a concert, it is hard to get a ticket.

As a result, he competed with others here, but he was so humiliated by the instrument. Sirami was so angry: "I heard that you are also an excellent guitarist. How can a person like you have the right to touch the instrument?"

Sirami's face, which was originally white, turned red when he was so angry, obviously really angry.

Netizens before the live broadcast, originally when the children came out to play the suona, many people flew away when they scolded. Seeing that Sirami was angry, many people couldn't help it.

"Shi Fei is sick. After all, Sirami is also a world pianist. Is there such a thing as humiliating?"

"I still liked him when I saw the live broadcast in the morning, but now my fans have turned black forever."

"Fuck, fuck, Shi Fei, you bully my idol so much, don't let me meet you, I'll kill you."

"What's so great about you, Shi Fei? As an artist, you don't even have a decent piece of work, and you're only going to be popular on the Internet, trash to death."

"Shi Fei is just a bitch who relies on his face, has his mother's brain been fucked? Is Shi Fei dead today?"

"It's a Chinese and Western music competition. It's really embarrassing for the people of the country. I'm really ashamed of him. If you can't compare, get out of here."

"Brother Fei was just playing normally. He didn't violate the rules. Is there any need for you people to be so extreme?"

"Shi Feifan, get the hell out of here, die with your account book."

When Shi Fei used the 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 for a short time. Even if he does not lose to Sirami as a painter, he still has not enough hardcore fans. Unlike Sirami, who became famous early, he has fans all over the world.

Netizens who watched the live broadcast quickly recorded short videos and posted them on Douyin and Weibo. Before the game was over here, Shi Fei fell into a situation where the entire Internet was blackmailed.

Even a lot of Silami fans began to implicate and attack other teachers and members of Xianmeng Literature Club. The Weibo of teachers like Tang Xiangyang and Wang Pingyang was bombarded by a group of people.

The Dumbo Elephants were all urgently summoned to protest against hackers. Jiang Yu also sat in front of the computer and typed quickly with his ten fingers to refute those swearing messages on the Internet.

Jiang Yu quickly ate a piece of bread with a piece of bread in his mouth, and said, "These lunatics started swearing at people without knowing the truth of the matter, and they didn't even know they were being used as gunmen. Master, you have to fight back quickly!" ? Otherwise, these little flying elephants will not be able to withstand it.”

On the other side of the competition, Shi Fei didn't know that he was hacked by the whole network. Facing Sirami's angry question, Shi Fei looked at the teachers and students of his piano academy and said, "Since Mr. 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, and some students quickly started to set up the table. Shi Fei put the backpack on the table, and took off the cloth bag, revealing the fir-wood piano inside.

At this time, students from the Piano Academy of Xianmeng Literature College also took the stage with musical instruments, and students from other schools moved chairs to the stage for them.

Headed by Shi Fei, after sitting down one by one, they looked at the musicians of the Zuijiang Literary Club on the opposite side with burning eyes.