Yun Yiheng looked at him without saying anything, his face full of ridicule.
This look of indifference made Xiaopang even more angry. He turned around and left, following Wen Yuyi and others to the waiting area.
Now that the performance has reached the tenth program, the staff came over and looked at Yun Yiheng: "Classmate Yun Yiheng, this is the sixteenth program for you, so go to the waiting area first."
"good."
Yun Yiheng stood up and subconsciously went to get his guqin.
But after his fingers touched the guqin, they suddenly shrank.
His movements froze slightly, and his face darkened.
He stared at his fingers, and for a moment he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that he was so impulsive... because he knew that maybe he wouldn't be able to play the entire song.
He lowered his eyes, and while he was thinking, the guqin bag was picked up by a white and slender hand.
Shen Ruojing held the borrowed guzheng in his arms, then casually carried his guzheng bag on his shoulders, raised his cold peach blossom eyes and said, "Let's go."
Yun Yiheng followed her.
When the two of them walked towards the waiting area, Yun Yiheng's hand was still raised to reduce swelling.
The students around him and the staff behind the stage looked at him one by one and unconsciously made way for him.
Some students took out their mobile phones, took photos of him, and posted them on the intranet of Jincheng Conservatory of Music: [Wow, wow, wow, Yun Yiheng really loves the guqin. He makes me, a person who is not interested in folk music, feel moved. Respect.]
Yun Yiheng is also a famous figure in the school, so as soon as this post came out, the school network immediately rushed to ask what was going on.
After the bar owner responded with what he saw and heard, the post became popular immediately.
The classmates who studied Minle had some low self-esteem. After seeing Yun Yiheng's persistence, everyone jumped out:
——I never knew the meaning of learning folk music and was often laughed at. But after seeing him, I suddenly knew what the direction of my future efforts would be.
——He really made me cry to death
——Suddenly I was so touched. Even if he can't win the championship this time, he is still the champion in our hearts.
——I agree with the above.
This time, it stung the hornet's nest of orchestral drama students:
——It’s really funny. If you can’t beat me, you’ll say I’m injured.
——Is this what folk music can do now? So disappointing!
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Everyone started arguing on the school's intranet, which caused a large number of students to flood into the concert hall. Even those who did not have tickets stood in the corridor and stood in the last row to watch.
The folk music department and the orchestral music department are so distinct that someone even made a banner: [Wen Yuyi Orchestra will win!]
Yun Yiheng didn't have so many showpieces, but the students in the folk music department consciously picked up their mobile phones and typed on the screen, forming a row: [Yun Yiheng, you are the champion in our eyes!]
The dispute between the two bands directly developed into a dispute between two departments within the school.
But at this time, several bands waiting backstage didn't know yet.
When Shen Ruojing and Yun Yiheng arrived at the waiting area, they happened to see the bands in front of them lining up, waiting to play.
Coincidentally, the next No. 11 on stage was Wen Yuyi's Lake House Band.
Wen Yuyi was holding her violin and talking to the band members.
Xiaopang and the other four people were holding their own erhu, guzheng and other musical instruments, standing at the end of their orchestra. The four of them tried their best to please and smiled, trying to integrate into the orchestra, but anyone with long eyes could see it. Come out, they don't fit in well with Wen Yuyi's band!
After No. 10’s performance, the emcee on the stage called out No. 11’s name: “Let’s invite the Lake House Band!”
Wen Yuyi immediately stood aside and asked the band members to go to the stage first. As the leader, she would make the final appearance.
The band members walked onto the stage one by one, and finally it was Xiaopang and the other four's turn.
The little fat man held his head high and suddenly looked back at Yun Yiheng.
After betraying Yun Yiheng, he has been ridiculed openly and secretly by his classmates in the folk music department in recent days.
But he has no regrets!
Because there is a bright future waiting for him!
When Wen Yuyi wins the championship, he can follow Wen Yuyi to perform at the Golden Hall in Kyoto, and it will be different when he comes back.
Those who despise him will eventually envy him.
So what if you use despicable means in order to succeed?
The little fat man raised his chin slightly and was about to walk towards his bright future when he was stopped by Wen Yuyi.
Xiaopang was stunned: "Senior Sister Wen? What's wrong?"
Wen Yuyi said with a smile: "The teacher just informed me that the number of people in a band cannot exceed ten. We already have eight people, so you four don't need to go on stage."
"..."
The little fat guy was confused.
The joy that was overflowing just now disappeared at this moment.
He was panicking in his heart and his voice was trembling: "Sister Wen, please, please don't joke with us."
"I never joke." Wen Yuyi was still smiling.
Xiaopang suddenly understood something: "I understand, did you never add the four of us to your band list from beginning to end?"
Wen Yuyi sighed and said: "I know that the four of you have been under a lot of pressure recently. The students in the Folk Music Department are condemning you. If you follow me on stage, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive in the Folk Music Department in the future.
Yes, so I am also doing it for your own good."
"...I'm going to do it for our own good! Wen Yuyi, you are trying to kill the donkey! Cross the river and burn the bridge!" Xiaopang was angry.
The other three people who betrayed Yun Yiheng were also stunned.
Wen Yuyi's face darkened: "This is a studio. If you want to make trouble, you will be kicked out. I don't think you four want to make it so ugly, right?"
The chubby boy choked, his eyes were red and his whole body was trembling as he said, "Senior Yuyi, you, why did you do this?"
Wen Yuyi said slowly: "Because we are an orchestra, it would be very low-key to join a few of your folk musicians."
With these words, she turned around and went on stage with her violin in her arms.
There was a burst of cheers at the scene.
After the cheers ended, a majestic music suddenly sounded, and the violinist's performance as the concertmaster officially started!
Wen Yuyi plays the violin very well. Even in the background, everyone has to admit that their band is capable.
Little Fatty stood there in a daze, feeling that he had become a joke!
There were many members waiting at the scene, and everyone was pointing at him. Those words made him feel ashamed and annoyed. He suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: "I'm right!"
The scene fell silent.
Xiaopang's eyes were bloodshot, "What's wrong with pursuing strong teammates?! At least we had a chance! Yun Yiheng, following you is our biggest mistake! Because you can never lead us into the golden hall with the championship.