Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

At noon, the organizer prepared meals and delivered them to each contestant one by one. Everyone was very hungry after working all morning, so they opened the meals and started eating.

Only Kuang Mu put the food aside, did not open the package, but looked at the gate with his head.

"Why don't you eat?" A girl next to him asked.

Kuang Mu responded calmly: "I have no appetite."

So Kuang Mu kept looking at the gate until the backstage gate opened and Ji Xiaohuan walked in.

Today, he was wearing a dark green windbreaker with a black sweater inside. He was tall and heroic, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The person in charge of the background walked over, asked him a few words, and immediately took him to go through the procedure.

Kuang Mu's gaze followed Ji Xiaohuan's back, watching him finish drawing lots, and then watching him sit down to eat, Kuang Mu rubbed his sore eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the lunch box to start eating.

"Hey, did you know that he was the No.1 winner of last year's art festival, and his name is Ji Xiaohuan." The girl next to him knew him very well, and came over to talk to Kuang Mu again.

Kuang Mu leaned back, kept a long distance from the girl, and hummed lightly.

The girl noticed Kuang Mu's indifference, curled her lips and stopped trying to make fun of herself, turned around and went to discuss with other people.

Kuang Mu faintly heard them saying that the people who signed up for the piano competition this year were all warriors. After all, with Ji Xiaohuan on top, who can play him?

Kuang Mu lowered his head and picked at the food without making a sound.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, the art festival competition started on time, and the performance room was crowded with no seats left.

There are a total of 5 contestants, and they will appear on the stage according to the serial number of the lottery. Each person has [-] minutes.

Due to the limited space in the backstage, the top 25 contestants will be invited to prepare in the backstage first, and the last 25 contestants will watch in the auditorium first.

The lottery drawn by Kuang Mu was No. 48, while Ji Xiaohuan was No. [-]. The two happened to diverge.

Kuang Mu specially prepared a small white suit today, while Ji Xiaohuan wore a black suit.

Ji Xiaohuan passed by Kuang Mu after changing his clothes, accidentally saw the white suit on Kuang Mu's body, stopped in his footsteps for a moment, and sized Kuang Mu up and down.

Kuang Mu stood on the spot, expressionless on the surface, pretending not to see Ji Xiaohuan's pause, but his heart was beating disobediently.

After Ji Xiaohuan walked past Kuang Mu, Kuang Mu breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his palms with his fingers, and his palms were a little sweaty. It wasn't because he was nervous, but because he played a little more carefully this time. I just don't know if Ji Xiaohuan's attitude towards him will change after watching his performance...

In order to keep suspense in the competition, only the judges can see the competition items and repertoires of the contestants before the competition, and no one else knows.

The competition of the first few people went very quickly, and it didn't take long for Kuang Mu's turn.

The grand piano was placed in the left corner of the stage. After the host reported the scene, Kuang Mu stood up amidst loud applause. He straightened his clothes and walked straight to the piano.

Kuang Mu's legs are slender and long. Wearing perfectly tailored suit trousers on Kuang Mu's body, when he lifts his feet to the stage, he will reveal his well-defined ankles, which makes Kuang Mu's demeanor more elegant, like a noble little girl. prince.

The lights on the stage chased him, and Kuang Mu walked to the piano step by step. He sat down, his upper body straightened, his eyelashes drooped, and he wore a white suit neatly on his body.

With a snap, the dazzling white light was replaced by yellow light, hitting the top of his hair obliquely.

The surroundings were instantly silent.

Kuang Mu let out a breath, raised his hand and rested his slender fingers on the keys, and the smooth sound of the piano was played from his fingertips. The people in the audience were silent, and even the judges stopped scoring and raised their heads. Stare at the people on stage.

"Brother Huan, the song he played..."

Sitting next to Ji Xiaohuan, Liu Hanwen straightened up when he heard Kuang Mu play the tune, and pointed fiercely at Kuang Mu on the stage.

Liu Hanwen's face flushed red, he was as excited as a balloon that was about to burst.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't move much, he sat under the stage with his legs crossed, he didn't even raise his eyes to look at Liu Hanwen, but raised his chin slightly to look at the people on the stage, his eyes had an unknown light, and he didn't speak.

Kuang Mu sat on the high platform, and everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

Every movement of his shows calmness and elegance, every key rhythm is just right, and his performance is very good, even perfect.

This song is a bit sad, and Kuang Mu's eyes turn red when he plays it, and the tune is more tactful and suitable.

It has to be said that Kuang Mu is indeed more talented in art than Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Mingyi once said a word when teaching Ji Xiaohuan and Kuang Mu to play the piano. Playing the piano is one aspect, but more important is the emotion. When the player plays a piece of music, he must have a sense of substitution for the piece, imagine It's not an ordinary song, but a story about myself that I'm playing.

It's a pity that Ji Xiaohuan is not as emotional as Kuang Mu. The songs he plays are always more technical, so naturally they are not as emotional as Kuang Mu.

Not long after, the song on stage came to an end.

Kuang Mu raised his fingertips and slammed the ending sound heavily. The two high-pitched keys echoed in the performance hall for a long time, lingering.

After the song was played, there was thunderous applause from the audience.

Kuang Mu was sitting on the seat with his hands drooping by his sides, and he didn't get up for a long time. His chest was heaving constantly, and the light above his head was too dazzling, which made his eyes sore, and he wanted to cry again.

Everything was like going back to Ji Mingyi's birthday party back then.

At that time, Kuang Mu was only seven years old, and his piano skills were far inferior to what he is now. He was forced by an adult to sit on a high platform and play a piece of music. The booing and applause lasted for a long time.

Ji Mingyi was holding the wine glass. He had drunk a little too much. With a flushed face, he held Kuang Mu's shoulder and proudly said to the audience: "This is my youngest son, Kuang Mu."

No one in the audience would believe Ji Mingyi's drunken words, and joked: "You said he is your son, so your boss won't be angry?"

"Two, both are my good children." Ji Mingyi drank a little confused, and said with his tongue out.

At that time, Kuang Mu stood in front of Ji Mingyi restrainedly, facing the noisy people in the audience, he grabbed Ji Mingyi's pants tightly in fear, moved his footsteps in small steps, and quietly hid behind Ji Mingyi.

I don't know what the grown-up said jokingly again, but Ji Xiaohuan, who was sitting quietly under the stage, became more serious. He stood up with a snort, and said something loudly.

"Kuang Mu is my younger brother!"

The boy's sonorous voice resounded throughout the living room and reached Kuang Mu's ears.

Kuang Mu poked out a small furry head from behind Ji Mingyi, looking at Ji Xiaohuan with dark eyes, a little timid but also a little happy.

The adults started teasing Ji Xiaohuan again, they said: "You said Kuang Mu is your younger brother, do you want to share your father's money with him from now on?"

Ji Xiaohuan stood in the very center of the hall, straightened his body, without any fear: "Give it to him, give him everything, I don't want it!"

"Hey, look at how generous you are, he's not your real brother, are you really willing to give it all to him?" A man squatted in front of Ji Xiaohuan and pinched his face jokingly.

"Who says he's not my real brother?" Ji Xiaohuan retorted, he turned his head to look at Kuang Mu with a pair of bright eyes, and Kuang Mu's whole body was scorched by the scorching heat.

"I like him, he is my real brother!"

........

Kuang Mu's red lips parted slightly, he took a breath, wiped the damp heat of his chin with his hands, supported the edge of the piano with both hands, slowly stood up straight, and walked to the center of the stage to take the curtain call.

Kuang Mu is wearing a white suit today, the light on the stage seems to reflect light on him, his whole body is glowing with yellow light, making his face extraordinarily small and delicate.

At this moment, everyone could see his face clearly.

The little girls in the audience were not calm anymore, and they discussed loudly without suppressing their voices.

"Which school is this from? He's so handsome, and he can play the piano well!"

"I just noticed him backstage. He doesn't like to talk and is very cold. I didn't expect to play the piano so well."

"Is he the same as Ji Xiaohuan from Luoya High School?"

"Fart!" Liu Hanwen angrily stopped the discussion of the people around him, and pointed to Ji Xiaohuan next to him: "This is Ji Xiaohuan, open your eyes and recognize clearly!"

The girls didn't expect that the person who was discussing was sitting behind them, they looked back at Ji Xiaohuan timidly, their expressions became even uglier.

Ji Xiaohuan had an extraordinary appearance, and turned a deaf ear to the voices around him, just staring at the stage with a slight frown, not caring that he was somehow involved in the center of the topic.

At this time, there was a burst of booing in the hall, and Qiuqing was seen holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands, and walking up the steps of the stage step by step in stiletto shoes.

She wore a bright red long dress today, the red is like a gorgeous blooming flame, matched with Kuang Mu's white suit, it is as dazzling as the male and female protagonists in TV dramas.

The people in the audience were not calm, some screamed, some whistled.

Qiu Qing generously handed over the flowers in her hand, and Kuang Mu paused for a moment on the bouquet of flowers with her chin drooping, and instead of taking the flowers immediately, she turned her head and looked around the audience.

The light on the stage was too bright, and he needed to work hard to see the people in the audience clearly. Kuang Mu frowned and glanced carefully at every row of people.

Until his gaze was fixed on the middlemost position in the fifth row, his eyes lit up, and he unconsciously moved forward.

Ji Xiaohuan was sitting under the stage, his face was half-bright by the lights, his hands were hanging on the armrest, the phalanx of his right index finger lightly tapped on the edge of the armrest, and he looked at Kuang Mu with heavy eyes.

It's just that this time his eyes no longer had the scorching light that could make Kuang Mu's whole body burn, and instead turned into a dead lake where he couldn't see the bottom.

That dead lake was heavy and cold, and when Kuang Mu looked at him, he felt his beating heart cool down.

Kuang Mu's hands were hanging by his sides, and he clenched into fists unconsciously, so hard that his wrists were trembling.

"Kuang Mu, you played really well just now, this is a flower for you."

Kuang Mu withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Qiu Qing. Seeing that Kuang Mu didn't respond, Qiu Qing passed the flower forward again: "Hurry up and follow, everyone is watching!"

Qiu Qing's tone was a little anxious, Kuang Mu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to take the bouquet.

The booing from the audience got louder, and even some boys who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement yelled, "Kiss one! Kiss one!"

Kuang Mu's face was cold, standing on the stage, he held the bouquet tightly with his slender hands, raised his chin slightly and looked down at the crowd, arrogant and arrogant.

He turned his head to look at Ji Xiaohuan again.

Ji Xiaohuan still kept looking at him with that gaze, but when his gaze touched the flower in Kuang Mu's hand, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, revealing a mocking smile.

Kuang Mu looked at that smile, and suddenly tightened his hand holding the bouquet, and the veins on his forehead twitched accordingly.

Everything that happened now was exactly the same as last year when Ji Xiaohuan stood on the stage.

.......

"Fuck, look how proud he is!"

Liu Hanwen clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Brother Huan, this brat won't just steal your girlfriend, this time he will even steal your competition song! How fucking shameless!"

"Yes, Brother Huan." Pang Quan also poked his head out: "His selection is the same as yours. Now that he plays it, it doesn't matter how good you play later."

Liu Hanwen hammered the seat angrily: "Damn! I should have blocked him in the alley and hammered him, it's disgusting."

Ji Xiaohuan pointed at the armrest, didn't speak, just looked at the stage with squinted eyes.

It wasn't until Kuang Mu and Qiu Qing walked off the stage together that Ji Xiaohuan looked away. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat, still tapping his fingers. After a while, he lowered his head and smiled and said, "Forget it, he Give him everything he wants."

"what?"

The surroundings were too noisy, Liu Hanwen couldn't hear clearly, so he asked again at the top of his voice.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't intend to repeat it again, he stood up with his hands on the handrails, and walked straight towards the backstage.

"Brother Huan, where are you going?!"

Liu Hanwen and Pang Quan also hurriedly stood up.

Ji Xiaohuan paused, turned around and looked at the two of them, slowly unbuttoning his suit with his hands: "This competition is boring, I don't want to play anymore."

The author has something to say: Today’s update is tomorrow’s. Tomorrow I should update it earlier, about eight o’clock. I counted with my fingers and should be able to proceed to the second paragraph of the copy!

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