Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Chapter 130

Immediately afterwards, the squall and shower resumed, and the sky was filled with thunder and lightning, which was really frightening.Gradually, all the voices became quieter, dispersed, and there was nothing left.

The extremely arrogant and majestic and sacred voice seemed to have never appeared before, and the world returned to its original tranquility.

The audition is over.

And until this moment, everyone came back to their senses, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one took the initiative to speak.

Looking at the whole process, everyone is already very clear about the result.

Xiaojie was taken away from the beginning to the end. His emotions, tone of voice, feelings, everything was led by that oriental boy.That young man was as shockingly powerful as a god looking down on the common people from above.

"But, it shouldn't be like this." The blond girl broke the silence, and he looked worriedly at Xiaojie on the screen: "At the beginning, the feeling of that gentleman is obviously different from the one after that."

Someone frowned, also puzzled: "Yeah, at the beginning it was obviously Xiaojie who dominated, why then..."

"It's unbelievable, isn't this Anluo's grades very bad! How can it be so strong!"

"I remember it was reported that he had only been in dubbing for half a year..."

"No, how is that possible."

The scene suddenly became chaotic, everyone was discussing loudly, and there were many opinions.

"This Chinese is groping for a sound audition." Finally someone stopped the noise, everyone stopped and looked at him, he thought for a while, and analyzed: "Remember what his audition was like at the beginning. .It feels like I can't grasp the point, can't find the direction, and don't know when to speak. It's like being tied up, but when it comes to the back, it seems to be a completely different person."

"what do you mean……"

Someone silently applauded, and then the applause resounded throughout the Guanyin room.And everyone looked at the two on the screen in unison.

The young man on the screen has slowly opened his eyes, and the black-rimmed glasses seem to block all his emotions, leaving only indifference and clarity.And the young man next to him stubbornly lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists were firmly pressed against his thighs, his shoulders were trembling almost imperceptibly.

An Luo took off his headphones and looked at the computer in front of him for a few seconds, as if he was reminiscing about the content that had ended.Soon, he stood up and looked at the child beside him.

The boy didn't move, he lowered his head and swallowed stubbornly, his shoulders kept shaking.

An Luo looked at him indifferently, he didn't look at the final score because it was unnecessary.

The boy still didn't move, An Luo left the computer desk, picked up his backpack, put it on his back, and stood behind the boy.

"Although I don't know why you suddenly got angry, but if it's because of me, I apologize." He said lightly, with a steady tone, but said it extremely seriously: "This game was very exciting, thank you."

The boy still didn't speak. After An Luo finished speaking, he left the audition room and went downstairs.

The stairwell was already full of people, and they all looked at him, silent.There is no blame and anger, only silence.

An Luo nodded politely to them and walked past the crowd.

"Sir, please wait." Ferguson chased after him. His body was fat, but his movements were very sensitive. He quickly ran down the stairs and stopped An Luo: "Xiaojie didn't mean anything malicious, please don't let me go, sir." In my heart."

An Luo nodded, smiled softly and said, "I know, besides, he is a very good opponent."

"Adversary?" Ferguson was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that the young man in front of him had a pair of very beautiful eyes, clear and clear, but seemed to have something faintly, which was fascinating.

And he didn't regard Xiaojie as a child and teenager, but as an opponent, a rival who competed with each other.

An Luo nodded slightly, turned her head and looked upstairs with a serious expression: "This audition has benefited me a lot."

Ferguson also followed his gaze and said with a smile: "Xiaojie is a very good kid. It is precisely because of his excellence that he has stagnated."

An Luo lightly raised her brows, puzzled: "Stagnant?"

"Yeah, Xiaojie is still a child. He has never failed among his peers." Ferguson touched his neck and sighed: "So, his gaze has always been looking up. Mr. Engels and Mr. NIill are Xiaojie's goal, heh, although it sounds unrealistic, all of us believe that this kid will succeed."

An Luo didn't speak, just listened to Ferguson quietly: "However, from his own point of view, this is not bad for Xiaojie. He has not experienced the failures that he should accept at this age. Any setback is a big deal for him. It's hard to bear. Haha, sorry to make you hear so much nonsense."

"It's ok."

"Teacher Jeca is really busy these days, but if sir needs it, I can talk to the teacher."

"Don't bother me, I'll visit again later."

"Where is the gentleman going next? Are you preparing for the next game?" Ferguson asked.

An Luo was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the flying snow outside the gate lightly, and seemed to feel the coldness just by looking at it.

"I heard that there is a large wheat sound trial room here, I will go there."

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Ferguson looked at the opponent's figure gradually disappearing in the wind and snow, thinking of his wheat score, he couldn't help sighing and shaking his head.

He turned around and was about to go upstairs when he heard hurried footsteps upstairs.Afterwards, Xiaojie was seen running down the stairs and stopped in front of him.

He was panting heavily, his eyes were red, and he had obviously cried.It is estimated that he ran in a hurry and fell, and the clothes on his body looked messy.

Ferguson couldn't help being stunned, this was a look of embarrassment he had never seen before.

And the boy was half bent, looking at him panting, with a hurried expression on his face.

"Mr. Ferguson..."

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The snow was heavy, much bigger than when it came.The snow is falling all over the sky, which is beautiful and romantic.

The white snow is piled up on the road, and it is very interesting to step on it softly.The evergreen trees on both sides seem to be covered with silver and white clothes, which is very beautiful.

An Luo walked under the tree with a calm expression.Passers-by always stop when they see him and whisper to those around them.

An Luo didn't care. The international amateur competition started, and the major media rushed to report it. I'm afraid there are people in this American city who don't know him.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the words Louis once said and Ferguson's words overlapped and kept ringing in his mind.

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"You are indeed very talented in this area, but no one can go smoothly. What you need now is an opponent. Set back your spirit, otherwise you will be too ignorant."

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"Even if a person has the best talent, he still needs to have different exercises. As the saying goes, a CV without reverse sound is a good CV, but it must not be a master... I don't think you have encountered any setbacks, but I am clear. Let me tell you, it's not a good thing."

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"It is precisely because of excellence that it stagnates."

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"He has not experienced the failures that he should bear at this age. Any setbacks are very difficult for him to bear."

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Are you frustrated..."

The young man in the wind and snow slowly stretched out his hand, looking at his five fingers, the broken hair on his forehead was stained with white snowflakes.Soon, he lightly withdrew his fingers and walked along the road signs along the road.

There are many pedestrians, adults and children, as if they are not afraid of the cold.

When the red light came on, An Luo stopped at the side of the road, quietly watching the car pass by quickly.There is a special snow cleaner in the middle of the road, so no matter how heavy the snow falls, it will not affect the traffic.

Ten seconds, nine seconds, eight seconds, seven seconds...

When the green light came on, the crowd began to surge, An Luo was squeezed, and immediately accelerated to cross the road.

"An Luo!!"

The red light is on.

The forward footsteps stopped, An Luo looked back, there was no one, only the passing vehicles.

He frowned slightly, heard wrong?

And when he turned around and walked a few steps, there was another call from behind, An Luo paused, and stopped again.

"An Luo!!"

On the other side of the road, a young man in formal clothes was in a mess. After running for an unknown amount of time, he kept panting heavily, his chest throbbing violently. Because he was half bent, his bangs covered half of his face, but It can be clearly seen that the eyes behind the hair are bright and stubborn.

An Luo turned her head and looked at the man in shock, the hot breath quickly dissipated in the air.

"Little Jie?"

The boy calmed down and walked towards An Luo.His face was still red, but his eyes were as calm as an adult's.

This young man reminded An Luo of the man at the opening ceremony of the international competition. Their behaviors were very similar, but compared to the young man in front of him, that man was the one who really caught the eye.

Xiaojie stopped in front of An Luo, and stretched out his hand handsomely.

This was a handshake gesture, and the boy was staring at An Luo's eyes from the beginning to the end.

"This time, I lost. But next time, I will definitely win back."

An Luo raised her eyebrows, is this kid challenging him again...

He didn't say anything, just shook hands with each other.

Letting go of his hand, Xiaojie stared at him rigorously, with hostility, showing stubbornness and persistence: "However, I will not allow anyone to insult Engel and Mr. Nill again."

An Luo wanted to say that there was a misunderstanding, but she couldn't explain it.Because he didn't know where the misunderstanding was.He had no choice but to nod slightly, and looked at the other party with the same serious eyes.

"I see, sorry."

After Xiaojie heard his apology, the hostility in his eyes subsided slightly.

"Mr. Ferguson said, are you going to the Maiyin Trial?"

"Ah."

"why?"

An Luo didn't hide anything: "I have to raise my microphone to return to the game."

Xiaojie was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the other party's Maiyin score.He pursed his lips and whispered, "Is that why you came to find grandpa?"

"Ah."

A gust of cold wind hits, and what happens next is a bit unexpected for An Luo.Xiaojie actually brought him back home, not Delicious Life, but Mr. Jeca's residence.

"I can ask grandpa to help you, but you must agree to compete with me until I win."

"Audio test?"

"It's not just audition." Xiaojie said with a stiff face, "I will beat you, Maiyin audition, or something else."

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"it is good."

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