Just as she was smiling, her expression froze. She saw Zhang Tongtong walking towards the stage step by step on the red carpet. Behind her was an ordinary looking young man.
Yan Chun Yi was regretting her bet with Liu Chuyi. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she stared at the figure on the stage. "Why is this guy on the stage? His performance hasn't started yet. What is he doing?"
Not only him, but the other classmates also saw Zhuo Bufan on the stage. They were all confused.
Zhang Xiaoyu and Chen Qingai were sitting together. Next to them were Wang Ziping, Wang Xiong, and the rest. "This brat actually went to look for Zhuo Bufan again. See if I don't teach her a lesson."
Because a student had performed a piano solo in the previous competition, the huge white piano had not been moved away in time.
The emcee understood Zhang Tongtong's situation and nodded. He picked up the microphone and said, "Everyone, because Student Zhang's accompaniment accidentally disappeared, he will be accompanied by the student next to him on the piano."
"This poor kid probably hasn't even seen a piano before? How can he even play the piano? "Wang Xiong said in disdain.
Chen Qingai also frowned. When she was young, Zhuo Bufan had come to her house. At that time, she was practicing in the piano room. The first time Zhuo Bufan saw a real piano was when she was in the second year of middle school. Later on, Chen Qingai taught Zhuo Bufan to play, but Zhuo Bufan was not interested.
Playing the piano was not like other recreational activities. It was not a skill that could be learned in a short period of time. It required the accumulation of time, day after day, year after year of hard work, and talent to achieve something.
"When did he learn to play the piano? Could it be that he is trying to please Zhang Tongtong? Isn't he harming Tongtong?" Chen Qingai shook her head and sighed.
Yuan Shuang, who was next to Ye Xuan, rested her head on his shoulder. She looked at the young man on the stage curiously and said, "Young Master Xuan, your brother is on the stage, and he's even helping Tongtong play the piano. What level is he at? If you want to please our Tongtong, you must have some ability. "
She had seen Zhuo Bufan fight in the KTV last time, but she did not expect Zhuo Bufan to know how to play the piano.
The corner of Ye Xuan's mouth twitched. Last semester, he and Zhuo Bufan happened to pass by a piano room. He was forced to learn from his family since he was young, so he could play the piano with some difficulty. However, Zhuo Bufan could not even differentiate the keys.
When Song Zhen Liang came out of the resting room and saw Zhuo Bufan standing on the stage with Zhang Tongtong, his eyes narrowed, he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning with jealousy, "What's going on? Why is he up there again? "
"Young Master Song, it seems that Zhang Tongtong's accompaniment is gone." Someone beside him said.
"Young Master Song, he's just a poor boy, how could he have learned the piano? He's probably trying to please Tongtong, so he braced himself and went up. He'll make a fool of himself later." Liu Qinshu said with a pout.
Song Zhen Liang grew up in a family of officials, and his mentality was more mature than others of the same age. Seeing Liu Qinshu's evasive gaze, he naturally thought that she was behind it. He snorted coldly, but did not say anything. It was obvious that he also wanted to see Zhuo Bufan make a fool of himself.
The white piano was from Abella Piano Shop, and was considered to be above average. Zhuo Bufan sat on the stool, straightened his back, and placed his slender hands on the black and white keys. The dry ice below rose up like a dream.
Zhang Tongtong's palms were sweaty, and she held the microphone and looked at him. Zhuo Bufan smiled slightly, and gave her a reassuring look.
In the past three hundred years, Zhuo Bufan had not only been cultivating. In fact, in addition to the earth, there were more advanced civilizations in the universe. There were even cultivation planets that combined technology and cultivation. Naturally, the piano, the violin, and other artistic things had also been passed down in the universe. He had even learned them for a period of time.
Just now, he had taken a look at the score, and it was firmly recorded in his mind. For cultivators, they had a photographic memory, and could engrave words and pictures into images that could be permanently stored in their minds.
"Ding." Zhuo Bufan gently pressed the first key, and a clean and ethereal voice was transmitted through the twelve hi-fi players in the audience, and into the ears of the audience.
"The season is fast, and many flowers are blooming, and the wind is blowing, and the beautiful scenery is closed outside the door."
"Wait until someone feels uncomfortable, then slowly understand."
"It's not strange that no one comes when the flowers are blooming."
"At night, I sway with the wind and rain, and I cry when I see the sun."
"I'm a beautiful wild rose, and I don't forget the spring, and I bloom until it's dark."
Zhang Tongtong opened her mouth, and her voice was like a stream flowing in the valley, clear and sweet, and also like a jade bead rolling on the ice, crisp and moving. Every sound seemed to knock on the soul of the audience.
The noisy audience suddenly became much quieter.
Rich girls like Chen Qingai and Zhang Xiaoyu had been trained to play the piano and calligraphy since they were young to cultivate their character and temperament. At this time, their pretty faces showed shock.
"When did he learn to play the piano? Was it because I laughed at him last time that he didn't know how to play the piano, so he has been secretly practicing?" Chen Qingai bit her moist lower lip, and her mind couldn't help but go back to the summer when she was locked in the piano room to practice the piano. At that time, Zhuo Bufan would sneak to the window to give her snacks and chat with her.
Unknowingly, Zhang Tongtong had finished singing. The audience was silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of applause. The originally nervous Zhang Tongtong's pretty face finally showed a happy smile, and she cried tears of joy.
Zhuo Bufan walked to the front of the stage and stroked her head, smiled and said: "You sang very well."
"It's all thanks to Big Brother Bufan for playing the piano for me. Thank you Big Brother Bufan." As she said that, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes, and her cherry lips kissed Zhuo Bufan's face like a swallow skimming the water. Suddenly she remembered that there were all the teachers and students in the audience, and her face turned red. She quickly bowed and ran off the stage.
Song Zhiliang, who was standing below the stage, saw that she had taken the initiative to kiss Zhuo Bufan, and her knuckles cracked, and she gritted her teeth.
"This damned girl, she actually kissed Zhuo Bufan, I'm so angry." Zhang Xiaoyu scolded.
Song Zhiliang almost broke her teeth, and she clenched her fists, and her sharp eyes wanted to kill Zhuo Bufan.
Chen Qingai, who was beside her, saw this scene, and her eyes were complicated. Sadness, jealousy, and regret condensed in her heart, and finally turned into a soft sigh. When she was still in junior high, she had also secretly kissed Zhuo Bufan's face, but it was a pity that the past was the most difficult to look back on.
"Hmph!" Wang Xiong snorted with jealousy. After all, Zhang Tongtong was a famous beauty in the school, and she actually liked a poor kid like Zhuo Bufan.
Wang Ziping looked at Zhuo Bufan with hatred, and suddenly remembered that he had something important to do, and said: "Xiao Ai, I have something to do, I can't accompany you anymore."
"Ok, go." Chen Qingai nodded absent-mindedly.
Wang Xiong also stood up, and the two left the seats. After walking out of the gymnasium, Wang Xiong said excitedly: "Young Master Wang, is Big Senior Brother back?"
"Yeah." Wang Ziping nodded, and squinted his eyes, and smiled evilly: "This time Zhuo Bufan is dead meat."
In the end, Zhuo Bufan won the award as a dark horse, and Yan Chun Yi went to Liu Chuyi to show off.
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