Xiao Qinghe looked at that man with hatred, what a fool!
Don’t you know that this kind of thing will only get darker and darker?
But if he doesn't respond, does he admit that his son is shit?
Wu Qianlian's face was ashen, and a scene of shit appeared in front of her eyes.
The feeling of not being able to spit it out or swallow it is as uncomfortable as tasting a mouthful of dog shit.
Xiao Chenyu's original elegant temperament was completely gone and he became irritable.
"I'm not shit, she is shit, and she's worse than shit!"
Yang Haoran smiled playfully. This kind of thing cannot be taken seriously. Whoever takes it seriously will lose.
Look at what Xiao Qinghe's family looks like.
Fan Tingting gave Yang Haoran a thumbs up, showing a row of neat teeth.
"Brother, you are so awesome!"
Zhu Mingyi coughed a few times and tried not to laugh.
This was not the first time he had dealt with Yang Haoran, he had already seen Yang Haoran's tough words.
The Xiao Qinghe family wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate Yang Haoran and the little girl, but they were afraid that they had made the wrong calculation.
If you don’t make it, you’ll end up stealing the chicken but losing the rice. There’s a good show today!
Yang Haoran looked around nonchalantly with disdain in his eyes.
“It’s such a big battle, and there are a lot of people cheering for it!
How are you, are you ready?
We are the masters, so we will let you have a hand. It is up to you to choose what to choose, and I will prove it with facts.
No matter how expensive you wear, you can’t hide the essence of garbage!”
Xiao Qinghe's expression became more serious and his body trembled slightly.
If he hadn't been so unsure, he would have wanted his men to kill Yang Haoran right now.
But the family's reinforcements will arrive soon, and this guy won't be arrogant for long!
And this guy is just talking. In real terms, how can that bitch be compared to his own son?
So the wisest thing to do now is to ignore it and quickly enter the competition.
Slap them in the face with the facts!
Thinking of this, Xiao Qinghe gritted his teeth and said in a low voice to Wu Qianlian: "Don't talk nonsense with him, just enter the game!"
Wu Qianlian nodded with a dark face and looked at Yang Haoran bitterly.
"Okay, now let's get into the competition.
I have said before that competition should be about elegant things, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
In our first competition, we will compete on musical instruments."
When it comes to musical instruments, Wu Qianlian's eyes light up.
Although Xiao Chenyu is not very young, he has learned piano since he was a child and has already reached the piano level.
Even his teacher said that Xiao Chenyu's playing level has surpassed that of many professionals.
Fan Tingting, a cheap girl who grew up in a small place, probably has never had much exposure to high-end things like musical instruments.
Feeling Wu Qianlian's provocative gaze, Wu Yulian and his wife frowned in panic.
"Brother Yang, Tingting has never learned any musical instrument at all. I don't think there is any need to compete in this competition!"
While speaking, Fan Zhenyu sighed, the usual training for Fan Tingting was not enough!
Yang Haoran smiled calmly: "Who said that? Tingting is my student now.
Of course I have already taught her musical instruments, and Tingting is talented and smart and can learn quickly, so she will not necessarily lose." 110 Learning.
Wu Yulian looked hesitant and didn't quite believe it.
Everyone knows that it is impossible to master a musical instrument in a short time, let alone learn it to a certain level, which requires a long period of immersion.
Even Su Yining frowned and her heart pounded.
As Yang Haoran's full-time assistant, she still knows very well what these children are learning.
Yang Haoran did teach Fan Tingting some basic knowledge of Chinese ancient musical instruments, but it was only the basics.
Fan Tingting can pronounce accurate syllables at most, but she can't even play a complete piece of music. What's the point of competing?
Yang Haoran must have been hasty this time.
But fortunately it's not a competition. Yang Haoran must have other plans, right?
On the contrary, the person involved, Fan Tingting, was not nervous at all, and even looked forward to it, with little stars in her eyes.
Fan Tingting felt excited at the thought that she would soon be able to cheat by reading minds.
This is a mysterious experience. I wonder what kind of state it will be like?
Yang Haoran looked calm and nodded towards Wu Qianlian.
"Okay, since it's a competition, we have to determine the level, and we have to agree on the standards.
I don’t think it’s better than this. How about two people playing a piece at the same time and having a battle with each other?”
Although Wu Qianlian had confidence in Xiao Chenyu, she knew nothing about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting itself.
Then he looked at Xiao Chenyu: "Son, is there such a comparison? Can you agree to it?"
The corner of Xiao Chenyu's mouth raised slightly: "Isn't it just a piano battle? The competition is about whose basic skills are more solid and whose concentration is better.
Although I have never officially fought against Qin, my teacher also asked me to train. This bitch is definitely no match for me.
You can rest assured and promise, I will crush her!"
After listening to Xiao Chenyu's words, Wu Qianlian was immediately confident.
"Okay, I'll do as you say, and let several musical instrument masters from Qingchuan City serve as judges to ensure the fairness of the competition."
Yang Haoran nodded: "Okay."
Three men and two women walked out of the crowd, all well-known musicians in Qingchuan City.
Several people first said hello to Xiao Qinghe, and then went to say hello to Zhu Mingyi.
Zhu Mingyi looked solemn: "Guys, although this competition is a bit childish, it also represents the face of our Qingchuan City.
So I hope you can judge fairly and without any personal emotions!"
Zhu Mingyi's tone was a little stronger, because he was afraid that these people didn't know how powerful Yang Haoran was and would favor Xiao Qinghe.
When Yang Haoran really gets angry, he may turn Qingchuan City upside down!
The five people understood what Zhu Mingyi meant and solemnly promised.
"Don't worry, Master Zhu. Since you are a referee, fairness is the first priority."
Zhu Mingyi nodded peacefully and let the others go away.
A piano has been moved into the hall a long time ago. Xiao Qinghe sent someone to transport it from Yuzhou City overnight.
Several judges looked at the piano with envy on their faces and kept praising it.
"Lefonia piano! This noble piano has world-class configurations in terms of materials and pitch and tone."
“The piano is naturally first-class, and the price is even better.
This Lefonia piano costs at least 2.3 million, and it has never been seen in Qingchuan City."
"As expected of a wealthy family, they are indeed superior and different from others in every aspect.
With the help of this piano, the performer will be even more powerful, and he will win half the battle before even trying."
Xiao Chenyu had already walked to the piano, sat on the chair and played a few words casually, trying out the tone.
The loud and clear notes beat in the hall, even just a few syllables, make people feel relaxed and happy.