However, Feng Weihuan then thought about it: Anyway, the elder sister-in-law is facing her, and the eldest brother is facing the elder sister-in-law, so if we go around in a circle, the eldest brother will still be facing her!
The process is not important, the result is important.
After this analysis, she no longer had any knots or jealousy in her heart. She calmly pointed at the heads gathered together and asked Feng Danyuan: "Brother, I have a bad feeling: they are discussing.
Why do you rate me second or third?"
Feng Danyuan didn't even raise his eyebrows: "Don't worry, I just want to kick you out. Why don't you have a strong identity?"
Feng Weihuan turned around and asked Wei Zi: "Sister Wei, can you honestly say, how does our group compare with the group just now?"
Wei Zi replied to her: "Don't ask me, the applause just now said it all."
He added: "But to be fair, your and my piano skills are a bit weaker than Mrs. Tao's group. However, their playing focuses more on technique. It sounds good, but it lacks the music."
The true feelings in it are the joy of 'high mountains and flowing water' and the sadness of 'a soulmate is hard to find', with an empty body but no soul."
Her eyes fell on Feng Danyuan's face: "But your eldest brother's playing is different. His skills are not inferior to them, and his emotions are better. I heard the majesty of the mountains, the majesty of the flowing water, and the true love of my friend.
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"So, if I were to judge, the ensemble of you and your elder brother is better than Mrs. Tao's group." Wei Zi concluded.
Feng Weihuan nodded vigorously: "I think so too."
Feng Danyuan glanced at her: "Do you think it's useful?"
Feng Weihuan said righteously: "If they don't judge according to piano art, huh, I'm not a vegetarian either!"
After a pause, he added: "Brother, as you said, if we can't win first place in this competition, our family can't afford to lose this person!"
"What do you mean?" Feng Danyuan's eyes rolled with joy, and he suddenly understood: "I won't do anything to bully others, I want to lose face."
"You don't need to go up, I'll do it!" Feng Weihuan raised his head slightly: "After all, I am also an upright princess. I don't bully others, but I can't be bullied by others."
"Oh?" Feng Danyuan smiled fakely.
The president of the Chamber of Commerce came on stage, with a friendly and prosperous smile on his face, ready to announce the final result: "Dear fellow villagers, after four rounds of competition, today the 'goddess' of our 'Qiao Qiao Banquet' will finally be born, and she is -
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"It's that bastard, catch him and give me a good beating!"
A broken roar amidst the silence, just right interrupted the words of the Chamber of Commerce President.
Everyone followed the call and saw the famously dandy young master of the Sheng family in Wu County being carried on the back of a strong man with a bandage in one hand and pointing at Feng Danyuan with the other hand, his face full of anger.
Behind him were about twenty gangsters carrying knives or wooden sticks.
Fierce and extremely arrogant.
Most of the people were timid, for fear of blocking Master Sheng's path and causing death, so those who could run ran away. No matter how good they were in joining in the fun, their lives were not important!
Suddenly, the originally lively "Qiqiao Banquet" suddenly lost more than half of its people.
The president of the Chamber of Commerce and the judges of the "Begging for Skills Banquet" were suddenly embarrassed:
They don’t want to offend this ancestor, they can’t afford to offend him, and they also want to leave!
