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There was a trace of embarrassment in An Zhi's eyes, and he wiped his hands on the outside of his thighs, as if he wanted to wipe off the sweat on his hands. His eyes dodged and he didn't dare to look at others. He walked to Subulu with his body tense. in front of.

Sitting on the piano bench, An Zhi took a few deep breaths, then raised her hand and knocked out the first syllable.

An Zhi's playing was tense at the beginning, but as the melody gradually improved, An Zhi's playing became smoother and smoother.

His expression became peaceful, his shoulders relaxed, his elbows drooped naturally, and his whole body was already immersed in the music.

The sound of the piano is full of longing and comfort, and seems to be calling the souls of the distant to return to their hometown. The warm sound of the piano dispels the fear of death, brings aversion to war, and longing for life.

At the end of the song, An Zhi gently raised his hand, as if he finally remembered where he was, and his extremely relaxed and peaceful expression became tense again. He stood up, bowed deeply to the audience, and then He asked timidly, "Excuse me, can this piece of mine be accepted?"

No one answered his words. It was not until Shang Ye applauded lightly that several people realized that An Zhi's performance was over, so there was sparse applause. Although the few people in the audience did not speak, they all expressed their gratitude with applause. Appreciation for An Zhi.

What surprised An Zhi was that there seemed to be applause coming from behind the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the dance room.

An Zhi shook her head, thinking that she might be hallucinating.

Walking down the stage, An Zhi found that Jian Analysis was still staring at him in a daze, and there seemed to be sparkling tears in his eyes.

"Teacher Jian Analysis, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Jian Analysis took off her gold-rimmed glasses, pinched the center of her eyebrows with her fingers, and returned to normal after putting on the glasses.

"I'm fine, you're doing great, I'm so proud of you!"

Jian Analysis revealed an intimate look, and reached out to rub An Zhi's hair.

An Zhi felt guilty for a moment, and secretly looked in the direction of Shangye.

What he didn't expect was that Shangye didn't look here, but lowered his head and was talking with Su Nuo, with an indescribably gentle expression on his face.

"An Zhi, go back first, I'll wait for the result here."

"Good teacher."

An Zhi suppressed the disappointment in her heart, turned and left the dance classroom.

From the corner of Shang Ye's eyes, seeing An Zhi leave, he immediately withdrew his amiable expression, and his face was clouded.

Su Nuo, who never took his eyes off Shangye, smiled thoughtfully, and then patted Shangye's shoulder with a grin.

"What's wrong with you, Shang Ye? Why did your face change so quickly? It's so scary!"

Although Shangye was talking to Su Nuo just now, his attention was not here at all. Seeing the interaction between Jian Analysis and An Zhi, he was almost blown away.

There is absolutely something wrong with the eyes of his little cutie, but his little cutie is still ignorant and ignorant. When facing Jian Analysis, he has complete trust and respect, which really makes him unbearable.

So he decided to punish his little cutie to let him know the seriousness of the matter.

Hearing Su Nuo's question, the focus of Shang Ye's eyes fell on Su Nuo's face.

Shang Ye: "What scares people to death? What are you talking about here?"

Su Nuo: "Stop pretending, isn't your heart sore?"

Shangye ignored Su Nuo, saw Lou Jia beckoning him to go to the meeting, got up and walked into the small conference room next to the dance studio.

Seeing Shang Ye's leaving back, Su Nuo's face darkened.

Isn't her role as Mrs. Linda a sure thing?Why is there still a need for discussion?

Su Nuo gradually clenched his fingers, reminding himself not to think about it. Grandpa has already greeted the guild and sponsored a lot of funds. This role is none other than her.

To Su Nuo's surprise, the discussion in the small meeting room was intense.

Before An Zhi played, no one would have thought that there would be accidents about the role of Mrs. Linda.

In fact, even this competition was arranged for the sake of Jian Analysis.

Because he strongly opposed Su Nuo playing Mrs. Linda, but recommended An Zhi to the student union very forcefully and rudely.

Behind the brief analysis is the Jian family, the most unusual among the four major families. Their family does not engage in business or politics, but is active in various art fields all year round, and many of them are outstanding in the field of art.

It is also because they are obsessed with art and have not been contaminated with the smell of copper, so their family is the most difficult and difficult to communicate with.In the circle of the upper class in the imperial capital, everyone behind their backs called a group of lunatics collectively referred to as the Jian family.

"Does this still need to be discussed in a meeting?" Jian Analysis pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at everyone coldly: "As long as you are not blind, you can see that An Zhi's performance is more suitable for Mrs. Linda at that age , and his performance has a bit of Mrs. Linda's charm."

Su Jinyan rubbed her temples with some headaches: "You can't say that, whether An Zhina's acting skills or real stage fright is still open to question."

Jian Analysis looked at Su Jinyan with disdain: "Principal Su, you have the least right to speak, do you understand the word avoidance?"

"Uh……"

Lou Jia saw that Su Jinyan was a little embarrassed, and hurried out to smooth things over: "Mr. Jian seems to be very optimistic about student An Zhi, but as far as I am concerned, I think that student Su Nuo is more consistent in terms of appearance and temperament. For a stage play of more than 40 minutes, as long as it can better show the stage effect, I think acting and performance are not so important."

"Oh, President Lou, do you think that you are just fooling your classmates anyway, just come and find someone with a sponsor to perform it, is that what you mean?"

"Mr. Jian, please don't misinterpret my meaning. Forget it, the three of us may not be able to convince anyone. Ask others what they mean, Shang Ye, what do you say as the leading actor?"

Shang Ye sat on the chair and pondered for a while, although Jian Analysis made him very angry by his undisguised defense of An Zhi, but it is undeniable that An Zhi's performance was very good, even so good that he could be proud of it.

"If you don't mix personal emotions, I think An Zhi's music can move me more. The appearance can be changed through makeup and clothes, but the connotation in the music cannot be reflected by everyone."

"I don't quite understand the connotation of the piece you are talking about. To me, Su Nuo's performance is also very good."

While several people were arguing endlessly, the door of a small lounge in the meeting room suddenly opened.

Jian Analysis looked at the people who came out, dumbfounded.He took a step back subconsciously, then lowered his head and supported his glasses on the bridge of his nose, hiding the momentary panic in his eyes.

Out of the meeting room came out a generous middle-aged beautiful woman, who was actually the dream lover of thousands of people in the empire, Linda, the wife of Marshal Simp.

Linda saluted everyone one by one: "I saw your discussion, including the competition just now."

Everyone hurriedly stood up, saluted the beautiful lady and made way.

"No need, I have something to do and I'm leaving soon. I'm here today at the invitation of President Su, and I also want to see if there are any good seedlings in our Academy of Arts. I didn't expect there to be a surprise."

Linda looked at Su Jinyan and said, "Principal Su, your granddaughter is very outstanding. She is really a beautiful and good child. It makes people love her just looking at her."

Linda rolled her eyes, and glanced at the brief analysis thoughtfully: "That child An Zhi's performance is really good, and I am very impressed. I think that with time, this child's musical attainments may be able to surpass My brief analysis of your vision is very good, he is a good boy, the most rare thing is the soul you mentioned, his music seems to be really alive, only such music can really move others, isn't it. "

Linda smiled at everyone, and put on her white lace gloves: "Sorry everyone, I still have a meeting to attend, so I'm sorry."

Everyone sent Mrs. Linda to the levitating magnetic car, and then looked at each other in front of the parking lot.

This time there is nothing to discuss. Although Linda didn't say it clearly, she has made it very clear who she belongs to.

After Linda got into the car, Jian Analysis finally returned to normal, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at everyone with a mocking face, then snorted coldly from his nostrils, turned around and left.

An Zhi didn't know about the undercurrent in the meeting room, so he went back to the dormitory depressed, put the quilt over his head and fell asleep.

An Zhi, who was still asleep, was awakened by the sound of the communicator. He didn't see who it was, and connected the communicator under the quilt: "Hello? Hello, who is it?"

There was no sound from the communicator for a long time, An Zhi squinted her eyes and lifted the quilt, and saw Shangye's face looking at him coldly in the communicator.

"Shangye, why don't you speak?"

"What's wrong with your voice? Why is it a little hoarse?"

An Zhi tilted his head in doubt, his head was very dizzy, which should be caused by too much sleep: "It's nothing, maybe it's because he didn't wake up and he was a little hoarse."

"What time is it and you're still sleeping?" Shangye was really irritable, he had been waiting for An Zhi at the entrance of the cafeteria for half an hour.

"Ah?" An Zhi squinted her eyes and looked at the time: "It's so late? I've slept for a long time, I'm sorry Shang Ye, you can eat by yourself tonight, I don't want to wake up, and I'm not hungry."

Seeing An Zhi's appearance, Shang Ye angrily hung up the phone.

Although An Zhi told Shangye that he would not eat, he was still very angry when Shangye hung up the phone, and felt very wronged, his chest was tight, and he was a little out of breath.

"Humph, big pig's hoof!"

An Zhi's eyes were red, and she rolled herself into the quilt again.

In a daze, An Zhi heard the sound of knocking on the window.

"Why is it always ringing at the window?"

An Zhi muttered suspiciously, and then poked out a small furry head from under the quilt.

Shang Ye was lying outside the window with a recycle bag hanging around his neck. When he saw An Zhi looking here, he shook his fist angrily at him. "Open it for me quickly! The hostess should come over in a while!"