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There was a cry of anticipation.

In the face of the sudden change, Mr. Huang unexpectedly stopped playing the black-faced ghost and reached out to maintain order.

Instead, he followed the students and looked over.

There was even a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"It's very suitable." Amidst the continuous applause, he patted Mei Shuang's shoulder, and moved his face closer, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Come on one."

When it comes to this matter, Mei Shuang no longer shirks.

First, he took a deep breath.

Immediately, he walked off the stage.

Go to the first row of seats.

Facing dozens of art students in the lecture theater alone, he seemed to be a little nervous.

But at that moment, I don't know what I remembered, my eyes were fixed, and my clenched fists loosened and tightened.

"You know I don't like to sing."

Ping Fan urged again: "Come on."

"..." After a moment of silence, the eldest sister from Class [-] said so.

"Just a few words?"

"Just a few words."

Then, after a brief pause, that light voice finally caught the attention of the entire classroom and surrounded every corner.

"I want to go from south to north, and I want to go from white to black."

"I want people to see me but not know who I am."

That's four short sentences.

But it has a clear rhythm and an ethereal voice.

Although there is a distance from Tian Lai, but for some reason, against the background of the girl's delicate face, the atmosphere of the whole song has become a bit exquisite and unparalleled.

The eldest lady was dumbfounded.

Although Mei Shuang has not received professional vocal training, some of the choruses, due to their short tunes, do not have many high-pitched singing skills, and are full of rhythm and rhyme, even Mei Shuang can easily capture the hearts of the audience.

This is really not blowing.

In the auditorium right now, not only those men and women who came to rehearse, but also Teacher Huang was slightly driven into the singing.

The eyes seem to be a little far away. The excerpt from the song "Ascetic Monk" may be the killer weapon that can touch the soft part of the heart for uncles like them who are running around.

The low voice of discussion in the entire classroom gradually died down, and in an instant, thunderous applause sounded faintly.

Compared with the applause before, it was a heated atmosphere for good deeds.In the applause this time, many students admired Mei Shuang from the bottom of their hearts.

Even Teacher Huang had a satisfied smile on his face.

In all fairness, this audition, among the few art students I checked out before the single round, these two cross talk girls are considered to be of the highest quality.

Compared with ordinary students, the biggest gap is not the singing voice, but the proficiency of the lines, and the calm typhoon on the stage.

Get into the show.

Teacher Huang suddenly had such a thought in his heart.

Originally, as a music teacher at Tianshui High School, he was used to seeing all kinds of proficiency of the Zhenhua art students next door. When he came back to teach Mingde, he always had a feeling of hatred in his heart.

These nerds want to win the ranking with this ability, it is almost a dream.

With comparison, there will naturally be disappointment.

So when checking the program, Teacher Huang subconsciously became impatient.

But now it seems.

It seems that Mingde as a whole is not that unbearable.

After thinking about it, he pulled the form aside with some emotion, intending to write the names of these two girls on the selection form.

The rules issued by the school to itself are as follows: each class can only have at most one person selected, which is extremely harsh for groups like four classes and five classes where almost half of the class is signing up, especially those like Crosstalk programs are basically in the nature of being killed before they even start on stage.

But watching the two little girls on the stage cooperate with each other, talking and laughing.Teacher Huang felt that there was really no need to abide by these weird and heavy rules of the school.

Anyway, I usually like those second-generation powerful and powerful people who are banned by high-level officials from fighting against each other. Whoever dares to offend, he will hate everyone, and treat everyone equally.

Naturally, this little rule is never taken seriously.

The result was when Mr. Huang was writing the form.

In the auditorium, a discordant note suddenly came to mind.

"With just this little singing skill, I don't even know where the tune has gone. Is it worthy of applause?"

Hearing this, many people were taken aback.

Originally, Sister Mei Shuang had already shocked people enough, and the audience also changed from noisy to silent.So at this moment, even though the girl's slander was not loud, it still sounded particularly harsh in the empty classroom.

Many people followed the source of the sound with slight astonishment.

Then Li Xia also dodged his eyes helplessly.

Not because she said it.

It's just a coincidence that the girl who said this happened to be the little girl who spoke rudely sitting between her and Luo Zixi.

Zhou Qili.

Chapter 57, Chapter 56, the feeling of memory

Hearing that discordant tone sounded on the right side of his arm.Not only Lixia felt helpless, but even Luo Zixi was taken aback.

He also quickly tugged on the girl's sleeve, and said in a panic, "Qi Li, stop talking."

Maybe the young lady doesn't know, but Luo Zixi, who is in the same class, knows this versatile little girl well.

Maybe it has something to do with family background?Zhou Qili, who was born in a scholarly Wendi family, always has a hint of arrogance when getting along with her classmates.Not to mention that she was already good at singing, and someone showed off her singing voice in front of her.

If it were other art students, they might not care about it, but to her, this kind of behavior is no different from playing tricks in class.

Luo Zixi felt that something was wrong when she vaguely heard that Mei Shuang arranged a singing show just now.

Especially when the originally noisy discussions around gradually faded away, and instead the audience was dominated by applause, the anxiety in the heart of the little cultural and entertainment committee member became more and more uneasy. He glanced at Zhou Qili at one side from time to time, for fear that if she disagreed with her, she would be upset. make trouble.

But thinking so, the little entertainment committee member was still comforting himself.After all, the current situation is different from the usual small fights, and with the black-faced ghost Mr. Huang watching at the stall, Zhou Qili should not dare to get too complacent, right?

It turned out that things were beyond her expectations.

This week Qili actually dared to show the little disdain in her heart on the stage openly, in front of so many people, especially even Teacher Huang who secretly admired her, and planned to put the two of them on the promotion list.This sentence of disdain is almost equivalent to slapping Teacher Huang loudly.

Teacher Huang frowned, but he didn't intend to stop writing in his hand.He raised his head slightly after putting the names of the two on the promotion list.

A pair of mature eyes pierced through the heavy heads in front of them, and pierced straight into the last row of seats.

Needless to say, the slightly furrowed eyebrows have already revealed the boredom of its owner.

At the same time, not only Teacher Huang was secretly unhappy, but the students around him also looked at him impatiently.

In all fairness, not only Teacher Huang, but also the students felt that Mei Shuang sang well from the bottom of their hearts.

We are all art students, and we all have a sense of self-restraint in our hearts, but now you just feel disdainful, why, don't you give face?

In this arrogant grade, this kind of non-me kind of thinking can easily surface in the subconscious of a boy or girl.

Subconsciously, many people naturally felt a little irritated and unhappy towards this little girl who uttered wild words.

"They're making trouble again..." In the crowd, Huang Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows slightly.

Since entering the rehearsal room, the girl's eyes hadn't moved away from Li Xia's side very much, and it was not surprising to see a sudden rise there.After all, when I met Li Xia a few times, there were quite a few troubles, subconsciously, I thought that the eldest lady was not a good person.

"Hey? Sister Huang, do you know them?" The boy in the same class next to him turned his head and laughed from the front row when he heard this, with a fawning expression on his face.

Like the versatile and beautiful girls in this class, there has never been a shortage of dog legs.

Huang Yuanyuan pursed her lips, as if she wanted to slander some gossip about the eldest lady.But in the end, he just shook his head and pushed that flatterer back.

"Don't worry about them, hurry up and read your script, it will be our turn to take the stage later."

According to the previous arrangement, Huang Yuanyuan and her group's program was placed a few places behind Mei Shuang.If the review went fast during this period, it would probably not take more than ten minutes for Huang Yuanyuan and her party to perform on stage.

It's just that the current situation doesn't seem to give them these opportunities.

Because Teacher Huang frowned, with a secretly displeased expression on his face, he walked through the front row of seats and strode straight towards Zhou Qili.

With the sound of whistling wind under his feet, coupled with that fierce look on his face, it can be called as aggressive as possible.

Luo Zixi stuck out her tongue, and subconsciously put down the sleeve she was holding.

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Having said that, Zhou Qili couldn't hold back.

She insists that she has been influenced by music since she was a child, and she does have a little pride in her heart.But when he was slandered, he only complained quietly in a low voice, but he never thought of standing up to challenge him face to face.

It was only because the classroom was so eerily quiet just now, that it caused her low-profile complaints to turn into a statement that almost smashed the situation.

"Since there is nothing to be afraid of, why don't you come and perform a show?" Teacher Huang was very close, so he naturally heard the little girl's refusal to admit defeat.Squinting those slit eyes, he didn't look very emotional, but in fact there was a strong murderous intent spreading.

"Or do you mean that you didn't prepare a show at all, and you plan to come here to dawdle?"

Teacher Huang stretched out his finger, and Li Xia couldn't help shivering when he saw that expression. "Then, classmate, I'm going to ask you out."

Zhou Qili was a little bit on the fence at this meeting, but she subconsciously cast her eyes away, and saw the men and women around her watching her with expressions of watching the show, and the little rebelliousness in her heart that refused to admit defeat suddenly sprang up The flames come.

"Just try it."

Seeing that the other party stood up unwilling to admit defeat, Teacher Huang raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly, but in his tone, he didn't back down at all: "Who is your show? If you don't perform well, you have to get out, understand? "

After all, he looked around with the intention of trying to scare chickens and monkeys, "Look at it, this is your role model, don't always think about sneaking around."

"Stealing?" Zhou Qili heard this, and stood up with a face full of disapproval, "With this little ability, I don't think I'd like it."

"Hey, what are you talking nonsense about? You're still acting or not." But before he finished speaking, there was a burst of impatient male voice questioning from the audience.

Maybe it was the girl's attitude before, and the first sense she brought to people was really not perfect, which led to the fact that Teacher Huang helped her out at the moment, and a group of people naturally pushed the wall down.

How could Zhou Qili, who had been surrounded by applause and flowers since she was a child, suffer such grievances?First, he gave the little boy who talked a lot of bullshit a hard look, and then strode towards the stage.

"What I have prepared is a song..."

In the end, I haven't finished speaking yet, and I don't know if the mentality of being bullied is a little bit broken, my feet are unsteady, and I staggered when I went on stage, and almost fell down.

The surroundings naturally burst into laughter.

"Don't be noisy!" Teacher Huang came out to support order, but he also folded his arms and looked scrutinized.

"The show I'm going to perform is! Song! "Not Your Love!""

Zhou Qili was a little angry, but she didn't yell or run out of the stall. Instead, she gritted her teeth and stepped onto the stage with great strength, picked up the microphone and read the name of the song aloud.

Strange to say.

I don't know if it's because the little girl's voice is too ethereal and pleasant.

The originally noisy art students were slightly taken aback because this sentence echoed through the microphone after the declaration of revitalizing the classroom, and subconsciously stopped talking for a second.

The eldest lady also crossed her arms in this slight shock, and pinched her chin lightly in appreciation.

From Luo Zixi's words, Zhou Qili's family background is quite deep, belonging to a scholarly family, and she probably has received a lot of professional training in vocal music since she was a child.

And right now, the opening of the game is indeed worthy of a sentence, and the expert will know if there is one as soon as he speaks.

It was different from Mei Shuang's pure and pleasant voice.

In Zhou Qili's voice, there were only a few tones that were plain and ordinary, but there was always an indescribable special charm in it.

It's like the kind of tongue that subconsciously curls up when singing, enveloping a sense of laziness that no one else has.

Facing the men and women who were shocked by his attack, Zhou Qiluo snorted in satisfaction, and immediately picked up the microphone.

That's how it sang.

Without accompaniment, I beat the beat with my feet.

In the very simple and pure rhythm, for some reason, the lyrics that accompany the lines seem to make people feel immersive.