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"Then let's do this first. Yesterday at Mingde's side, the children who hadn't had time to perform on stage came here first. Let's go through the project first, and it can be regarded as the end of the unfinished audition." She paused After a pause, the tone was not as overbearing and unreasonable as Mr. Huang before, and it was extremely crisp. As expected of a teacher who has learned vocal music, it is especially beautiful.

It's just that when he glanced at everyone present, maybe he heard the word audition, Mr. Hu vaguely saw the flash of disdain on the faces of Zhenhua art students.

So she pondered for a while before continuing to add: "Starting from Zhenhua, one-on-one tutoring for the program, I hope everyone can prepare first. Everyone, it should be fine, right?"

Chapter 71, Chapter 70

Yesterday afternoon, due to Zhou Qili's sudden interruption, the applicants of the last three classes of liberal arts did not come to the rehearsal.

But fortunately, in the remaining three classes, there were not many students who actually signed up, and the formalities started much faster than yesterday.

Moreover, this newly promoted veteran artist has a much milder temper than Mr. Huang.

For example, a little girl with a slightly ordinary voice stood in front of the stage singing, maybe she was frightened when she saw the dark crowd of heads.The voice immediately became intermittent, and even the tune didn't know if it went to the Huangpu River or the Yangtze River.

Although it is not considered noise, it is not difficult to distinguish it after listening carefully. The two words of singing and melodious are really not compatible.

And Teacher Hu Xiaoyou, who was sitting by the podium, didn't show the slightest impatient expression on his face, nor did he directly call to stop, or push people out of the aisle as rudely as Teacher Huang.

On the contrary, he was concentrating on writing something, and even beat the girl while writing.

That was a student in the third class of liberal arts, maybe he also understood how unpleasant the noise he just made was.When she finished singing, her face was flushed, and her fingers kept crossing on her chest.I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say.

But Hu Xiaoyou just listened to it quietly, and then smiled gently at the other party: "Yes, this song is a little lacking in rhythm. This probably has something to do with your mentality. In fact, your singing is not too out of tune. It’s just a lack of experience, and I believe you can grow to a very good level if you practice more in the future.”

One sentence was very polite, but it didn't explicitly say elimination, which gave the other party a step up.On the contrary, he is much friendlier than the vicious Mr. Huang yesterday.

The little girl's face flushed immediately, and the expression that was so embarrassed that she was about to cry finally let out a long sigh of relief.

She bowed gratefully, then pulled the lyrics book in her hand, and left towards the door with extremely light steps.

Looking at it like that, although he was eliminated, his mood became much clearer.The nervousness and hesitation when he took the stage earlier has long since dissipated without a trace.

At that moment, even Li Xia couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Although Mr. Huang, as the school's internal music teacher, has profound attainments in vocal music, even if his professionalism is placed in the next-door university, he still belongs to the kind of popular famous brand tutor.

But now a comparison.

The gap between so-called teachers and artists is still very obvious.

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But there is one thing to say.

Although the audition atmosphere on Mr. Hu's side is indeed much more harmonious than before.

But the atmosphere outside the arena seemed to be less than satisfactory.

Not to mention the somewhat noisy art students at the No. [-] Middle School who were gathering together, whispering to each other their lines.

The sound may not be very loud, but the humming sound that accumulates does have some influence on the performance of the players on the stage.

Not to mention those Zhenhua students are still doing things on purpose.

That's right, although the children in No. [-] Middle School were a little noisy, they were mostly busy with their important performance projects with their heads down.Overall, it's justifiable.

But the provocative behavior of those art students in Zhenhua was a little too deliberate.

Although it does not refer to all Zhenhua art students, the group of cronies headed by Zhang Liunian has never stopped since the moment Mingde students stepped forward to perform.

A group of people sat with their legs crossed.It's too basic to be placed on the desk in front of you, but there is no trace of flipping through it.

Each of the hands placed on the inside of the table is holding a mobile phone, and the crystal clear screen seems to be flashing attractive game patterns.And that group of people slumped their bodies, looking at the Mingde students who appeared on the stage according to the number, and laughed and made comments from time to time.

The attitude is very frivolous and lazy.

No respect at all.

Talking about things that have nothing to do with the rehearsal of the show:

"This girl is on time!"

"The one with the big breasts just now is cute now. Brother Zhang, if I were to choose a girlfriend for you to have fun with, which one would be better?" The two cronies around me laughed, their voices were undisguised, and Teacher Hu couldn't help but frowned.

"A few over there." Teacher Hu finally had to stop his voice of commenting, patted the podium table with a headache, and motioned: "Please be quiet, can you?"

The fox friends and dog friends smiled and played sloppy eyes, and they agreed.

But he turned around and started chatting about other things on his own, completely ignoring Hu Xiaoyou.

This is probably the disadvantage of open education. The teacher has a good temper and a gentle temperament, which can really stimulate the potential of students.But in contrast, those guys who push their noses on their faces will also increase geometrically.

"Which one should you choose? This question is too naive." Even Zhang Liunian couldn't help but sneered when asked the question, and pulled the charming little girl beside him, "Which Mingde's Little sister, you can’t compare to our Li Jiali, can you?”

After finishing speaking, he lightly touched the shoulders of the girl beside Lou Lou, she was fair and translucent, and looked extraordinarily attractive under the setting sun, "Jia Li, don't you think so?"

Li Xia looked surprised for a while.

From the looks of it, the sweet-looking little girl beside her was undoubtedly the eldest daughter of his subordinate.

The appearance is indeed handsome, but I don't know why, why there is always a sad look in the eyes?

Is she unhappy?

In all fairness.

Although that scumbag has a bit of a naughty temper, the kind of honey-smeared words in his mouth are really very popular with girls of this age, right?

What is she unhappy about?

Lixia was curious.

In the end, it was a stall where there was nothing to look for.

Maybe it was because the scene was too hot, a group of Zhenhua students could not stop booing.He didn't even notice the livid faces of the students around him.

"That's enough, Xiuxiu every day, I really don't know what to show..." This came from the impatient slander of the girl at the front desk. Because the distance is relatively close, the two little girls sitting in the back row listened. It was clear: "I heard that Li Jiali often flirts with a boy from No. [-] Middle School. The two will break up sooner or later!" '

Yeah?Li Xia couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

This is not a small gossip.

Is there a love triangle?

No wonder the other party has a bitter and hateful look on his face.

"It's true! I didn't tell lies." However, Li Xia was talking happily, but Zhang Liunian, who was in the middle of the topic, didn't notice it at all.

Not only did she not hold back at all, but she carelessly pulled Li Jiali's elbow, half showing off and half loudly saying: "What does this mean to be adulterated? Our beauty is beautiful, and she sings well. Looking around the entire Ming Dynasty De, is there anyone else who can compare to this kind of school for nerds who are full of cultural students?"

The face of the already ashen-faced people was even more embarrassing.

It was pitch black, as if covered with overcast clouds.

"It's crazy." This is the evaluation given by the eldest lady.

In fact, when this group of Zhenhua students came over, Li Xia had vaguely noticed something in his heart. Zhenhua belonged to a private high school for rich people, and the art students who came out of it had somewhat weird personalities.

This is completely different from the top students who came to be exchange students last semester. Even if those art students have really excellent grades, but with their family background as a springboard and exposure to art, they will become more or less unrestrained.Over time, that temperament will naturally be very different from ordinary ones.

But I also have to say that the performances of the first few students from Class [-] and Class [-] of Liberal Arts were not so satisfactory.

Not to mention the professional topic of whether the tone is accurate or not.It's the typhoon temperament, maybe it's because there are so many people in the dark, and it happens that most of the people on the stage are girls.

There are no longer a few students who are frightened.

The tone is stuttering, even if the singing skills are good, it will not be able to improve, and it is estimated that it will be very difficult to perform at one-tenth of the level.

What about acting skills?

In this way, it's no wonder that the fleeting time is so underestimated.

Even Teacher Hu Xiaoyou shook his head secretly after reading a few programs.

I thought that yesterday, after being eliminated once, the remaining students under the big waves should perform a little more perfectly.

But looking at it this way, it seems that the artistic quality is not as good as that of yesterday's batch.

Disappointed.

But there is no way to ask for more.

After all, as a Mingde high school that puts the emphasis on academics, the opportunities for children to get in touch with the big stage are really rare to the point where there are only a handful of them.

In terms of mental training, it must be inferior to these art students from other schools.

Although the sarcasm of those Zhenhua students nowadays sounds harsh, it can be regarded as a kind of spur from a certain point of view.

"Is there anyone who hasn't performed yet?" As he pondered, Zhang Ming Desheng's program registration form was almost exhausted.

Teacher Hu flipped through the pages, then raised his head and asked a question.

There are still three or four programs on the list that have not been performed on stage, but seeing the ridicule from the surroundings from time to time, the remaining students have obviously chosen to back down.

The appearance of burying his head and pretending to be an ostrich makes people feel distressed. Subconsciously, Mr. Hu felt compassion, so he didn't puncture the window paper.Forced them to come up and perform.

As a result, she was about to wave her hand and start coaching on Zhenhua's program.

In the crowd, a graceful little girl suddenly stood up stubbornly holding the big acoustic guitar beside her.

"Teacher, my show has been delayed since yesterday. Today, it's my turn to play, right?"

The tone was a bit savage, and there was a complaint of being let go of pigeons, and the voice was clear, but it was pleasant to hear.

Hearing that extremely familiar voice, Li Xia couldn't help squinting his eyes, and looked over.

It's Huang Yuanyuan.

Chapter 72 71, Huang Yuanyuan's Counterattack

Huang Yuanyuan stood up in full view.

There was a coldness in the voice, and a slight impatience.

It seems that Huang Yuanyuan has been put on the dove since yesterday, even when facing the teacher Hu who was so eager before, she couldn't be as respectful as before.

It's true, I have worked hard to prepare the program for several weeks, but the other party even plans to skip it without even watching it. No matter who it is on, the mentality will explode for a while.

Although in the eyes of Mr. Hu Xiaoyou, that perfunctory and over-exaggerated, in fact, is just a matter of painstaking efforts.

"Mr. Hu, my show has been delayed for two days. Can I perform on stage now?"

Seeing that the other party looked at her with a slightly surprised expression, but didn't answer at all, Huang Yuanyuan frowned, with a look of displeasure on her face.

So he asked again.

Hearing this question, Teacher Hu looked over from his absent-mindedness.

Originally, I thought that the pressure in the arena was already quite huge. Before Zhenhuasheng was mocking, and then there was a black crowd, which was a great test of the state of mind.

To put it bluntly, like among Mingde's children, these unworldly students should have retreated in their hearts long ago.

But the delicate and exquisite little girl in front of her.

Didn't even have the slightest intention of backing down?

On the contrary, it was this angry posture.

It is like a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers.

This momentum is quite good.

Can it be made?

Teacher Hu was stunned, and instead of being annoyed by the aggressive posture, he even made a gesture subconsciously, which meant calling Huang Yuanyuan to come on stage and perform.

The other party didn't get any ink marks, snorted coldly, and walked onto the stage with his guitar in his arms.

But the art students here are actually not too well prepared.In particular, it is worth mentioning that the children of Mingde, although the singing project accounts for nearly 80.00% of the total registration list, but the students who actually bring musical instruments to the stage are only a small number of students.

Even Zhou Qili chose the form of singing a cappella. In this regard, compared with the art students of Zhenhua No. [-] Middle School who came prepared, in fact, they have already lost a head in appearance.

Compared with the casual singing, the gap between the fully armed and prepared ones is indeed quite obvious.

It's no wonder that the other party's first impression was to underestimate him.

But now, a guitar girl came onto the podium out of the blue, and those Zhenhua students couldn't help but startled.

Huang Yuanyuan was born to be good-looking, otherwise Fang Hua would not have pursued so fiercely at the beginning.

Although he met a more delicate and beautiful eldest lady later, he was a little bit of a fool and just acted accordingly.

But all these external factors seem to have no effect on the girl's own appearance.