An Ying pinched her nose and said, "Little nymphomaniac, winning the championship depends on strength, not looks."
"I don't care, I just want him to be my master." Xiao Le stamped his feet and looked at the two other contestants. He didn't like them no matter what.
She specifically pointed at the only woman among the three, and said to An Ying: "That woman is not bad looking. We must not let her win the first prize."
"Why?"
"Mom, why are you so stupid? What if she enters the palace and is attracted by her father?" Xiao Le looked at An Ying with a look of hatred, and An Ying raised her eyebrows and murmured in agreement.
One sentence: "That's right."[
But she was confident, Hao was definitely not the kind of person who would change his mind when he saw something different.
"Master, there are a lot of people here. Let's go to the restaurant opposite. The view is better over there." Attendant Qiu advised from behind them. Xiao Le turned around and glared at him, and said with a flat mouth: "No, I will just stand there."
it's here."
An Ying smiled slightly and gave some instructions to the guards who came to protect them. Then she took Xiao Le and squeezed to the front. She didn't want to wait and see from a distance.
After the game started, the stage immediately became quiet.
The host waved his hand, stood on the stage, and asked the question: "There is no question in this competition. Everyone picks their best. There is only one condition. That is, it must be able to impress the people below and let them volunteer themselves.
With the red silk flowers in hand, the final selection will be based on the number of flowers obtained by the individual and the comments from the judges at the judges’ table.”
To put it concisely and concisely, in one sentence, you can integrate your own emotions into the sound of the piano and impress the people and judges present.
The competition is fair, as long as there is no ban on the fan groups canvassing for votes, it all depends on the charm of the person.
The clanking sound of the piano is like running water. It is an auditory feast. An Ying, like most people, does not understand those elegant things. She only makes judgments based on her feelings. She also feels that Beichen Mo's piano is the best because she can listen to it.
Relieve stress on people and relax them physically and mentally.
Xiao Le looked even more like a nymphomaniac. She stared at the handsome guy in her eyes without blinking. Her little hands clapped so hard that they turned red. She was so happy that she didn't feel any pain at all.
Her heart felt as if it had been scratched by a cat, and she was itching unbearably. She wished she could immediately drag the handsome man into the palace to be her master.
Naturally, canvassing for votes will never fall behind.