The Minister of Literature and Art immediately pinched Lu Xiaohan's arm and conveyed to Lu Xiaohan with his eyes——

【so cool!】

【I have fallen!】

Lu Xiaohan smiled and told her to keep her grace, and then took Bai Qian backstage.

The high school transfer student is very famous in the school.

After watching the piano performance, several people from the student union heard her coming and came backstage to peek at her.

Bai Qian took off her school uniform jacket, wearing only a white t-shirt embroidered with ink white cranes. She looked up and down with the long sword customized by Lu Xiaohan.

The long sword has a black outer body with gold patterns tattooed on it. It is half her height and weighs more than a kilogram.

Lu Xiaohan was originally afraid that the long sword would be a bit heavy and difficult to dance, but she didn't expect that Bai Qian would be able to lift it with ease.

It was as if what he was holding was not an iron sword weighing more than a kilogram, but a piece of feather.

Bai Zian looked at it for a while, then pulled it out.

The sword was not sharpened, but the cold light appeared, and her dark pupils reflected the sword light.

Bai Qian holds the hilt of the sword in one hand and holds the scabbard loosely in the other. Her black hair is pulled back on her head. She holds the cold sword, like a swordsman in white clothes walking around the world with a sword.

The overwhelming aura of her body naturally emitted with the long sword. She slowly put the long sword back into the scabbard and turned sideways: "Have you reached me yet?"

"Go up from here." Several members of the student union came to their senses and pointed to the place where they would go on stage. "The piano has been moved down."

When Bai Zian opened the curtain and stepped onto the stage from the backstage, several people hurriedly rushed out.

Go to the stage and watch the transfer students perform up close.

In the corridor outside, the president of the student union and the director of the external relations department were sending Ren Wanxuan out.

"Why are you backstage?" The president looked at them.

Ren Wanxuan's piano has been on TV and won awards. Everyone in the school wants to see it, but the number of times to see Ren Wanxuan's performances is very rare. This time, because the capital of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School has been funding people, the school specially

I invited Ren Wanxuan for the finale.

Everyone in the student union knows that before this rehearsal, people in the post bar have been looking forward to it for a long time.

They all came to see Ren Wanxuan.

"We just came back after watching it." Lu Xiaohan and others took a step ahead. The Minister of Literature and Art stayed behind and explained to the president, "Classmate Bai Qian is going to perform, and we just happened to go out to watch it."

"Are you a new classmate?" The president was naturally familiar with the name Bai Qian, "Then I'll take a look later."

"Okay," the Minister of Literature and Art waved his hand, "then remember to applaud when the time comes. The new students' performances are not that professional."

After they left, Ren Wanxuan looked at the president, "Bai Qian?"

"As for the transfer student," the president took it out without looking at the performance list carefully, "I didn't expect that she also participated in the performance. It was a sword dance, but I heard that she was not professional."

Ren Wanxuan looked at the long performance list.

She herself was ranked last, which was specially arranged by the school to retain the audience.

The third to last performance is Bai Zian's performance.

Ren Wanxuan casually withdrew her gaze, "Does the penultimate program conflict with me? Let's change it to the previous one."

Students like to work in small groups.

People like Ren Wanxuan and others are either rich or powerful in their families. No matter what happens, their families can handle it for them. They are used to the focus being on them.

The Ren family even donated a canteen for Ren Wanxuan.

If you blend in with ordinary students, class conflicts will become obvious over time.

The less ordinary students dare to mess with them, the more arrogant and arrogant these people become.

The president lowered his head to look at the performance list.

The penultimate song is a pop music duo singing, which does not conflict with the piano, but he will definitely not fail to give Ren Wanxuan face.

"Okay." He switched the second-to-last program with the third-to-last one.

**

Outside, stage.

After watching Ren Wanxuan's performance, a group of boys stood up lazily, playing with each other and getting ready to go back to class.

"How's it going? Did you record the screen?"

"I recorded it, but I can't post it on the forum. I'll secretly show it to you when I go back..."

The school anniversary hasn't started yet, so rehearsals can't be broadcast outside.

Until the stage lights up again.

"What kind of performance?" someone asked as they left the auditorium.

"Baixian's, I heard it's a sword dance," Wang Yu received the news from the Arts Department and took his mobile phone and said: "Just now, the people from the Arts Department said that we should give some face to the new classmate and let us support her."

"That's normal. She's so pretty, but she doesn't know everything," a boy laughed. "That group of people in Class 8 know everything makes me always doubt myself. I stayed here to cheer her up."

"That's enough for you guys." Some students rushed back to class. "I'll watch the new classmates' performance on the school anniversary."

There were quite a few people leaving, after all, most of them were here for Ren Wanxuan.

A small number of people were left looking up at the stage.

This time, no one secretly took pictures with their mobile phones.

In the middle of the stage, Bai Zian was wearing blue school uniform pants and a white shirt, holding a long sword in her right hand, with the tip of the sword turned outward. She lowered her eyes and stood tall. Even before she started, she could feel the overwhelming momentum.

The voices in the audience gradually stopped.

"Dong dong——"

A very rhythmic drum beat sounded.

She suddenly raised her head, opened her dark eyes, and raised her right arm.

As the sounds of guzheng and flute joined in, she made two circular circles from left to right with the sword edge of her arm. After the short sound of the guzheng ended, she lifted the sword on her wrist and pointed it diagonally at the ground!

The tinkling sound of the zither, the tinkling sound of the spring water, and the melodious flute sound from Qingyuan gradually mix in, and the sound of drums joins in again.

Bai Qian turned over out of thin air, her whole body soaring in the air. The sword in her hand flew away from her fingers and flew around her wrist. When she landed on the ground, she held it again!

The sound of the drum gradually increases from small to loud.

She walked in a circular motion with her hands, and turned over in a straight line with her feet. At the same time, she held the sword flower in her right hand and turned it nearly twenty times!

The blade of the sword tore through the sky, like a dragon flying through the sky, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

But her feet are not stained with dust, and her figure is as light as a floating cloud.

Bai Zian's eyes followed the blade of the sword, and the pure music followed her sword to the end. She leaned back, flipped the sword with her right hand and crossed it across her chest, and then turned over and sheathed the sword in an instant!

"Dong——"

The drumbeat suddenly stopped!

Standing the sword in front of her chest, she slowly raised her head along with the sword, revealing her dark and cold eyes!

The stage lights were fixed on her body, as if the vibrating thunder suddenly stopped and the turbulent sponge suddenly returned to calm.

Bai Zian was still standing in the middle of the stage, but now there was no shadow of the cold sword, and her figure was outstanding, as if she was standing on the top of the blizzard mountain.

The whole auditorium was quiet.

Until Bai Qian took the sword, opened the black curtain and returned to the backstage, the silent auditorium exploded into a ball like a drop of water entering a calm oil pan.

"Ah, ah, Lu Xiaohan," the Minister of Literature and Art on the left side of the stage almost choked her, "You call this unprofessional? If this is unprofessional, what does it mean to be professional? It's all your fault, I didn't record the screen!"

A girl from the art class next to her said softly: "Not to mention the sword flowers and the point sword and the sword collapse... just the cross body turn, no one in our art class can do it so smoothly..."

Lu Xiaohan, who was about to be strangled to death: "..."

Off the stage, on the table.

A group of teenagers couldn't recover for a long time, "Wang Yu, are you recording the screen, right?"

Someone went to snatch Wang Yu’s cell phone.

Wang Yu, who was robbed of his mobile phone: "..."

"I realized later that I only recorded the last twenty seconds. Please take your time and don't delete it by mistake..."

A group of teenagers clicked on the video hurriedly.

Not close to the stage, I zoomed in on the video and saw the outline of Bai Qian.

Wearing white clothes, blue trousers, a vague red belt on her wrists, and a white spotlight above her head, the girl's hibiscus complexion can be seen even through a distant lens.

Bright and impactful.

The sword is like frost and snow, this feeling of alienating madness and transforming into an immortal is simply amazing!

**
To be continued...