Chapter 14 Qianla's song "Two Springs Reflect the Moon"

She was slapping her blushing face when she suddenly heard her name.

"Feng, elegance, praise..." Feng Yun said every word, as if he was savoring it carefully.

Feng Yasong looked up following the voice, and saw her smiling with a kind expression on her face: "I feel like your name is quite destined for me, so I'll choose you~"

"Ha?" Feng Yasong was still immersed in the joy of "the male idol she has been fans of for many years may be a double arrow with herself", and she had no idea why Feng Yun suddenly cue her.

Lu Ruimo, who looked far away at the top of the pyramid with a confused look on his face, was extremely anxious and couldn't help but remind him from the air: "Stop it, she's calling you to come on stage for a battle!"

Feng Ya said "Oh", but she was still a little confused about the rules of the talent show: "Then why did she call me to the stage for a battle?"

Lu Rui asked in her heart why else? Of course it's because of you!

Some people are not very good at singing and dancing, but they are very good at singing and dancing.

Considering that saying this would offend Feng Yasong's self-esteem, Lu Ruimo finally gave up the ridicule.

He only explained: "Because by killing you, she can take your place and be promoted to Class D, while you can only be demoted to Class F."

As soon as she heard the word "downgrade", Feng Yasong's eyes lit up!

The voice was full of disbelief: "Really? You didn't lie to me? There is such a good thing?"

Lu Ruimo, who was thinking about how to help her defeat Feng Yun: "???"

Just when she was stunned, Feng Yasong was already looking at Xu Yanzhi expectantly: "Can I choose to give up the battle and directly give her my place in Class D?"

After all, Feng Yun was too stretched, and she was afraid that if they really started a battle, she would accidentally win.

After all, it’s hard to hide your strength all the time!

And Xu Yan never expected that she could be so easy to talk to.

After all, nine out of ten people who come to participate in the draft want to stand out and become famous!

It is normal for someone like Feng Yun to fight head-on with others for a higher rating.

How can anyone who has already received a high rating only to turn around and give up the high rating to someone else?

The live broadcast room was also full of question marks.

【???What kind of cool operation is this?】

[God damn, there is such a good thing! Hahahahahahahaha I will laugh to death sooner or later due to Feng Yasong’s brain circuit!]

[The more open-minded she appears, the more she looks like a small-minded clown. Even if she gets a D, it was given to her by others!]

[If you don’t understand, just ask, is it wrong to bravely pursue what you want?]

[That’s right! I think my sister is very brave! She has done a lot of things that most of us wouldn’t dare to do!]

[Hahahaha am I the only one who has been watching Lu Ruimo? She was so anxious that she wished she could go out and fight for Feng Yasong in person!]

【It’s time to eat it! It’s time to eat it!】

…

Although Xu Yan was murmuring in his heart, he still nodded to Feng Yasong: "Theoretically, it's okay, but in fact, this is very unfair to you."

"It's not just an issue that affects the fairness of the competition." Zhong Jingchen leaned on the instructor's chair and lazily said: "If this precedent is set today, then in the future, as long as both parties agree, can the rankings of the two sides be directly exchanged?

?”

"How do you judge that both parties are doing it voluntarily and not involving some behind-the-scenes deal?"

Three sentences left Xu Yan speechless.

I can only count 6 silently in my heart.

As expected of the Crown Prince of Chonghua Entertainment, you understand the hidden rules!

With the thoughtful assistance of her male idol, Feng Yasong put on a face like a kitten and reluctantly stepped onto the stage.

Accept the battle invitation initiated by Feng Yun.

Because she was too afraid of winning, she didn't even bother to choose the battle items, leaving it all to Feng Yun.

Feng Yun was not polite to her at all and chose to perform with musical instruments.

And the instrument she wants to perform is: cello.

Fortunately, the program team was fully equipped, and within a minute, the staff delivered the cello to the stage.

Also comes with a small stool.

Arrange your skirt gracefully and sit elegantly.

Relax your shoulders, straighten your back, gently hold the piano body with your legs, hold the bow with your right hand, and start playing in a second.

What she played was a very classic cello solo, with an emotional tone and moving melody.

Although it is just the simplest introductory song, there are still a series of problems in details such as pitch, left and right hand coordination, bow distribution, etc., but in terms of the overall look and feel, it is quite capable of fooling laymen.

After finishing a piece of music, Feng Yun stood up gracefully, held her skirt in hand, slightly bent her knees, and performed a curtain call.

With that posture, those who didn't know better thought she was performing in a world-class concert hall!

The trainees watching the battle in the audience also applauded in a dignified manner.

Feng Yasong was debating whether to slap her a few times too, when she heard Xu Yan asked: "Feng Yasong, what instrument are you going to perform next?"

Feng Yasong lowered her paws as she wanted to applaud, and her big, glistening eyes rolled around, and she suddenly had a bad idea: "Is it okay if I don't use a musical instrument?"

"No musical instruments?" Xu Yan said all over his face: I don't understand, but I was greatly shocked.

"It means using common objects in life to simulate the sound of musical instruments and play music." Feng Yasong explained: "For example, playing the erhu with your mouth, playing the guzheng with wool, and playing "Little Star" with the dial tone of your mobile phone..."

Perhaps her bad intentions were too obvious. Before Feng Yasong could introduce her unique skills, she was ruthlessly interrupted:

"You can have the erhu, but you don't need to play the erhu with your mouth."

The man's voice is clear and deep, refreshing, and it reaches people's ears as if it has its own reverberation, making people's ears feel itchy and their scalp numb.

And besides Chong Jingchen, who else can have such sound quality on site?

Feng Yasong resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the male god and nodded helplessly: "Okay."

"Then I will play a simple song for you, "Two Springs Reflect the Moon."

There is no way, who makes her so soft-eared that she cannot listen to the subwoofer bombardment from her boyfriend!

In less than a minute, the staff put the erhu on the stage again.

In order to create a desolate atmosphere, Feng Yasong politely refused the small bench provided by the staff and chose to sit on the floor.

She crossed her legs, put the piano on her thighs, and shouted to everyone in the audience: "You're showing off your humiliation."

Then she closed her eyes, held the bow in one hand, played the strings with the other, and started her erhu performance with an intoxicated look on her face.

A second later, intermittent, saw-like noises came from the stage.

If you listen carefully, it sounds a bit like a donkey braying.

Moreover, it was a donkey struggling to death and out of breath.

Everyone in the audience looked confused.

"Is the wheat broken?" Xu Yan asked weakly: "Why do all I hear is the sound of fried wheat?"

Yun Dongwan: "It's the same here."

"The sound of fried wheat shouldn't be so harsh, right?" After Luo Yuxuan finished speaking, he blocked his ears with a look of disgust.

[I can’t imagine how unpleasant it sounds, you can refer to Tutu Dad.]
Chapter completed!