I'm just sorry for plagiarism

Exquisite and unparalleled small chin, without a trace of fat.The eyebrows are picturesque, the slightly long wavy hairstyle hangs over the shoulders, and the tear mole at the corner of the eye is very attractive.

Coupled with the simple and heavy acoustic guitar, it runs across the stage and is full of antique flavor.

Subconsciously, the Zhenhua students also stopped making noise, closed their mouths slightly, and fixed their eyes on the stage.

Huang Yuanyuan didn't care, she casually pulled out a stool from the corner and sat down.Gently stroking the strings, in the slightly narrowed eyes, it seems that the rhythm has already been played.

"Listen up, I'm going to start the show."

Music starts.

It's still the song "Not What You Love".I vaguely remember that Zhou Qili, who sang this popular song last time, had already passed the customs and advanced.

Li Xia felt a little dumbfounded.

Because she heard Tang Ran's whisper yesterday, and from what it meant, it seemed that the title of the song that Huang Yuanyuan chose was not the song "Not What You Love".

I don't know if it's because of the mentality of comparison. In today's knockout round, Huang Yuanyuan actually abandoned the old song she had prepared for a long time, and sang this new pop song, which she doesn't seem to be particularly familiar with.

"Not What You Love" was released in November last year, whether it is long or short.But in Yecheng, where the economic network is not particularly developed, maybe even the single album of the original singer is not in stock. It must be more troublesome to understand than that kind of big city.

Fortunately, the copyright issue has not been rectified, which has led to similar hot new song gun versions everywhere on the Internet.

Not sure if that's a good thing or not.

"Is it because we are emotionally rich and generous, or if we don't love, we will be in a daze..."

Accompanied by the rhythmic piano, the melodious singing of the little girl gradually rang out in the classroom.

Compared with Zhou Qili's single voice yesterday, Huang Yuanyuan chose two voices to sing this song.

A kind of light and pleasant, like a girl waiting for love.

The other kind is slightly hoarse and low-pitched, but full of pampering.

Speaking of which, this new song is originally a duet of love songs. Although Zhou Qili's voice is really nice, the charm is also much more professional than Huang Yuanyuan's.But I don't know why, it's the switching of these two voices, which makes people feel even more... refreshing?

Like a cup full of cappuccino, in the colorful world at the bottom of the cup, there are lovely bubbles exuding from time to time?

Hmm, that's a weird analogy.

But I have to say that most of the people on the field had a very different idea in their hearts.

It feels good.

Sounds great!

Even those Zhenhua art students who were bluffing at first couldn't help but sit up straight at this moment.His eyes were wide open, and he looked at the stage in amazement.

After they were used to hearing Ming Desheng's out-of-tune singing, the prejudice that was already in their hearts had already been further magnified.I think it would be great if there are a few ordinary people who can sing in tune in such a big school for nerds.

The result was unexpected.

This girl suddenly burst out from the slope, and her singing voice is actually better than many girls who have studied vocal music in Zhenhua for many years?

It was really unexpected.

Even Zhang Liunian couldn't help but stare blankly.

The colorful mobile phone screen in his hand has long been discarded in the belly of the table.

The arms wrapped around Li Jiali's shoulders subconsciously relaxed a little bit, but he didn't even notice it.

Just staring straight at the screen.

The windows beside the corridor didn't have time to close, the setting sun and a breeze blew past, blowing the curtains on the wall.

A ray of orange sunlight gently reflected on the girl's tender and fair neck.

His eyes were a little straightened.

What is this girl's name?

The incident happened suddenly just now, and when she was on stage, she didn't hear the girl announce her name.

But anyway, the teacher has a roster for registering programs, so it's not too difficult to go over to ask a few questions after class.

Even Hu Xiaoyou seemed to have come to his senses. After the first section, when the other party was slowly going to the stage, he pulled Huang Yuanyuan's wrist belatedly.

"Which class is your name hung under?"

Hearing this sentence, Huang Yuanyuan showed a slightly sarcastic expression on her face: "I don't think it is necessary for the teacher to know the name. After all, one group in our class has already advanced."

The school's elimination rules are indeed like this, each class can only advance one group, and the remaining children, no matter how well you perform, can only be eliminated miserably.Regardless of this casting contest.

In the past, Mei Shuang's group of cross talk performances successfully took away the promotion quota of the third class of liberal arts, but Huang Yuanyuan didn't even have the chance to perform in that meeting, so she would naturally complain to Teacher Huang who was in charge of the assessment.

However, it seems that the current situation is a bit unusual.

Hearing this sentence, Hu Xiaoyou was stunned for a while, but the hands holding each other did not mean to relax at all.

"I ask you, what's your name." She repeated without looking up.Then he took out the registration form from the drawer and pushed it in front of the little girl holding the guitar, "Show me."

Huang Yuanyuan snorted.

Although he didn't say much aggressive words.

But the triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be concealed.

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A song went very well, and it was only three or four minutes long.

Not to mention that Huang Yuanyuan cut off the melody after only singing a chorus, bowed, and then stepped off the stage.

The whole process seemed a bit perfunctory, but in Teacher Hu's eyes, it was completely irrelevant.

After all, judging from the overall quality of this student, it is indeed much higher than many Mingde art students, and even those Zhenhua students.

Just listening to that single passage, the strength it showed is enough to advance.There is no need to listen further down.

When Huang Yuanyuan stepped off the stage, many art students from other schools felt a sense of amazement and awe at her, and there was quite a different feeling of admiration stirred in it.

Quite a few eyes looked at her flickeringly.But she herself snorted, her nostrils raised extremely high, and she looked indifferent.

It's just that the little hands hidden in the stomach of the table are trembling slightly, and this can only be noticed by the eldest lady sitting in the last few rows.

I also thought it was funny, this girl seemed to be careless, but in fact she cared more about her vanity than anyone else, she was comparable to that Zhou Qili.

No wonder the two sides hate each other so much.

The so-called same-sex repulsion is probably such a truth?

Teacher Hu saw it and nodded on the podium.

I heard from Mr. Huang that there was an ignorant female student who caused trouble yesterday, but because she is really good at music, even the black-faced ghost was reluctant to reprimand the other party cruelly, which made the girl lose face.

Originally, I was still a little curious about that girl, but judging from her current performance today, by visual inspection, that girl with an extremely hot temper should be this Huang Yuanyuan, right?

Really good.

Logically speaking, a class can indeed only have one promotion quota.

But since the opponent's strength is in front of him, I believe that the school's senior management cannot make an exception.

After all, such a good seedling with excellent literacy is quite sought-after even in Zhenhua, their third middle school.

Not to mention Mingde High School, which is full of bad things.

Thinking about it, Teacher Hu nodded.Although there are still many Mingde students on the list who did not come to perform, such as the child named Lixia, and a boy named Lu Xu in the second class of science, the list behind this series is blank.Obviously, they are preparatory students who have not yet performed on stage.

But judging by the timid expressions of the group of Mingde students, it seems that the dust has settled.

With such a grand finale squatting in front of them, the rest of the students didn't want to go on stage to be compared.

She didn't force it, and touched the program registration forms of Zhenhua students beside her, intending to call out their names one by one according to their rankings.

So he commanded:

"The rest of the students will study by themselves first. Children from Zhenhua, click on the student ID and come to my show."

Compared with Mingde's auditions, Zhenhua students are well-educated and have already gone through a batch of selections.What I have to do now is to watch the programs one by one, and then give some comments and suggestions for improvement before I can leave work.

It's just that things don't seem to be as dull and boring as they appear on the surface.

Just when I was going to nod the first Zhenhua female student in the order of class one.

Zhang Liunian, who was seated by the window in the front row, suddenly stretched out his hand lazily, "Wait a minute."

The voice of Teacher Hu who was still registering and shouting suddenly stopped.

The other party stood up, looked around slowly, and then greeted the bewildered teacher Hu with a smile.

"Behind the grand finale, you must follow the finale, right?" He smiled, and there was not much tension in his tone, "Otherwise there will be a gap, and if you show it to the audience, you will be bored to death?"

The surrounding foxes and dog friends burst into laughter as they spoke.

But Mr. Hu still didn't understand, so: "Zhang Liunian, what do you want to express."

"I mean." The other party paused for a moment, but it was rare to restrain that hippie smile, and glanced away. Standing on the podium, Hu Xiaoyou said, "Teacher Hu, why don't you just let me play first?"

Chapter 73, Chapter 72, Leaked Scraps

Zhang Liunian's request was not considered aggressive, and Teacher Hu inevitably fell into deep thought.

She flipped through the piece of paper with her name written on it casually.

Judging from the order on the registration form, Zhang Liunian's class is Zhenhua Class [-], which is already at the top of the list. Although the student number is relatively low, there are only two or three programs in front of this guy. That's all.Not a lot.

At this time, let him come up to perform in advance, strictly speaking, it does not belong to jumping the queue.

What's more, in all fairness, even I was unwilling to call the girl who was the first on the list to perform directly on stage.

In my impression, she was a very well-behaved girl with a good personality. When I was working as a vocal music private teacher last year, the two met a few times by chance.Although the girl's voice was still crisp, it was insignificant compared to Mingde's refreshing young singer Huang Yuanyuan.

There is already a gap in the eyes of the public, and if that girl from Zhenhua is allowed to perform on stage, it may hurt other people's self-esteem.

On the contrary, it is this fleeting time.

With a rebellious and rebellious face that no one would look down on.

Boys of this age are at the age when they can show their sharpness. It may not be a bad thing for their future growth.

As her thoughts flowed, the pen holder in Hu Xiaoyou's hand lightly stopped writing marks, and after a while, she slowly raised her head, "Then you come up first."

When making this decision, one can vaguely see a delicate and lovely girl in a certain corner letting out a long sigh of relief.

Although they are in the same class, these art students do not have a rule that they must play together.Just like in that fleeting time, most of the men and women around you are not classmates in this class, but those like-minded dudes from other classes.

So right now, this group of dandies are naturally making a fuss again.

It was nothing more than applauding and booing, as if he was optimistic about his elder brother.

And that Fleeting Year was also very cooperative, with a flirtatious flick of bangs, he pulled out a guitar that had been prepared for a long time from the seat next door.

The temperament seems to be too pretentious, so that Li Xia couldn't help curling his lips strangely.

But Luo Zixi's eyes flickered.

After all, girls of this age have probably never seen anything in the world, and that fleeting time, with its handsome appearance and movements, is indeed similar to those happy male voices on the TV screen.

"Since it's rare for everyone to get together, I thought to Mr. Hu, don't engage in any one-on-one petty troubles. I'll just give this newly written song to every friend present and that's it." He chuckled, but paused for a moment, and added in a very embarrassing way, "By the way, it's also for the big guys to understand the gap between a real artist and an ordinary student."

It can be said that the inside and outside of the words are full of inadequacy. As soon as the words were blurted out, the students below couldn't help screaming.

"Hey, how do you talk?"

"What is an artist, who is an artist? Are you? How old are you? How dare you call yourself an artist with this face?"

However, in the dark noise in front of him, only Teacher Hu sighed slightly, with a rather helpless face.

Although that Fleeting Nian has a bad temper, he has always had excellent academic performance, and his singing voice is also very pleasant, with strong professionalism, coupled with that handsome face like a starlet, as early as November last year, he had already been with him. A small local brokerage company signed the contract.

Although the start time of the validity period of the contract will probably be the end of the college entrance examination in June next year, but the title of a preparatory artist is not too much nowadays.

Just this temper.

It's just too arrogant.

In all fairness, even I really dislike the high-mindedness and low-handedness of these students who don't shake half of the bottle.

It is estimated that when this poor child enters the society, he may be hit hard.

just now...

These children on the scene.