After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

Chapter 14 Qian La A Song "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs"

She was patting her blushing face when she suddenly heard her name.

"Feng, Ya, Song..." Feng Yun paused every word, as if savoring it carefully.

Feng Yasong raised her head following the voice, and saw her smiling with a 'core' kindness on her face: "I feel that the name is very destined for me, so I will choose you~"

"Huh?" Feng Yasong is still immersed in the joy of "the male god who has been fan for many years may be a double arrow with himself", and has no idea why Feng Yun suddenly cues her.

Lu Ruimo, who was looking far away at the top of the pyramid with a confused face, was extremely anxious, and couldn't help reminding from the air: "Stop it, she's calling you to come to the battle!"

Feng Yasong let out an 'oh', still a little confused about the rules of the talent show: "Then why did she call me on stage to battle?"

Lu Rui finally thought, why else?Of course it's because of your food!

Some people's singing and dancing skills are not very good, but the soft persimmons are accurate.

Considering that saying this was too offensive to Yasong's self-esteem, Lu Ruimo finally gave up the ridicule.

He only explained: "Because if you pk down, she can take your place and be promoted to class D, while you can only be demoted and go to class F."

As soon as he heard the word 'demotion', Feng Yasong's eyes lit up!
The voice was full of disbelief: "Really? Didn't lie to me? There is such a good thing?"

Lu Ruimo, who was thinking about how to help her defeat Fengyun: "???"

Just as she was stunned, Feng Yasong looked at Xu Yanzhi expectantly: "Can I choose to give up the battle and just give her the place in Class D?"

After all, Feng Yun is really stretching her hips too much, she was afraid that if she really got into a battle, she would win by accident.

After all, it's hard to hide your strength all the time!
And Xu Yanzhi never expected that she could speak so well.

After all, nine out of ten people who come to participate in the draft want to be famous and famous!

It is normal for people like Feng Yun to fight with others for higher ratings.

How can anyone who has already got a high rating turn around and give up the high rating to someone else?
The screen was full of question marks in the live broadcast room.

[? ? ?What kind of flamboyant operation is this? 】

[God damn there is such a good thing!Hahahahahahahahaha sooner or later I will die laughing at Feng Yasong's brain circuit! 】

[The more open-minded she is, the more she looks like a small-bellied clown. Even if she got a D, it was given to her by others! 】

[Ask if you don’t understand, is it wrong to bravely pursue what you want? 】

【That's it!I think my sister is very brave!Do a lot of things most of us dare not do! 】

[Hahahaha am I the only one who has been watching Lu Ruimo?She was so anxious that she wished she could end up fighting for Feng Yasong in person! 】

[It's over, it's over! 】

……

Although Xu Yanzhi murmured in his heart, he still nodded to Feng Yasong: "Theoretically, it is possible, but in reality, this is very unfair to you."

"It's not just an issue that affects the fairness of the competition." Chong Jingchen leaned on the instructor's seat and said lazily: "If this precedent is set today, then in the future, as long as the two parties in the competition agree, can the rankings of the two sides be exchanged directly? ?”

"How do you judge that both parties are voluntary, rather than involving some behind-the-scenes transactions?"

Three sentences left Xu Yanzhi speechless.

I can only deduct 6 silently in my heart.

As expected of the prince of Chonghua Entertainment, you know the unspoken rules!

With the considerate assistance of her male god, Feng Yasong put on a face like a cat, and reluctantly went on stage.

Accept the battle invitation initiated by Fengyun.

Because she was too afraid of winning, she didn't even bother to choose the battle project, and left it to Fengyun to decide.

Feng Yun was not polite to her at all, and chose to perform with musical instruments.

And the instrument she will perform is: the cello.

Fortunately, the program team was fully equipped, and within a minute, the staff sent the cello to the stage.

A small stool is also included.

The charm arranges the hem of the skirt and sits gracefully.

Relax your shoulders, straighten your back, gently clamp the body of the piano with your legs, and hold the bow with your right hand, all in one second.

What she played was a classic cello solo, with an emotional tone and a moving melody.

Although it is only the simplest introductory song, there are still a series of problems in details such as pitch, left and right hand coordination, and bow distribution, but from the overall perception, it is quite enough to fool laymen.

After finishing a song, Feng Yun stood up gracefully, held the hem of her skirt in her hands, slightly bent her knees, and performed a curtain call ceremony.

With that posture, those who didn't know thought she was performing in a world-class concert hall!

The trainees watching the battle in the audience applauded respectfully.

Feng Yasong was wondering whether to slap a few times, when Xu Yanzhi asked, "Feng Yasong, what instrument are you going to perform next?"

Feng Yasong lowered his paws that wanted to applaud, rolled his big watery eyes, and instantly had a bad idea: "I don't need a musical instrument, is it okay?"

"No musical instrument?" Xu Yanzhi wrote all over his face: I couldn't understand, but I was greatly shocked.

"It means using common objects in daily life to imitate musical instruments to make sounds and play music." Feng Yasong explained: "For example, playing the erhu, playing the guzheng with wool, and playing "Little Star" with the dial tone of a mobile phone..."

Maybe it's because her intention to show off was too obvious, before Feng Yasong could introduce her unique skills, she was interrupted mercilessly:
"You can have the erhu, but you don't need to play the erhu."

The man's voice was clear and deep, refreshing, and it sounded like reverberation in people's ears, making people's ears itchy and their scalp numb.

But besides Zhong Jingchen, who else could have this sound quality live?

Feng Yasong resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the male god, and nodded helplessly: "Okay."

"Then I'll play "The Moon Reflected in the Second Spring" for everyone."

There's no way, who made her so soft-headed that she couldn't hear the subwoofer bombardment from her male god!
In less than a minute, the staff sent the Erhu to the stage again.

In order to create a bleak atmosphere, Feng Yasong politely refused the small bench provided by the staff and chose to sit on the ground.

She crossed her legs and put the qin on her thighs, and shouted to everyone in the audience: "It's a shame."

Then she closed her eyes, held the bow in one hand, pressed the strings in the other, and started her erhu performance with a look of intoxication.

A second later, there was an intermittent, saw-like noise from the stage.

Listening carefully is a bit like a donkey braying.

And it was a donkey struggling and out of breath.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.

"Is the wheat broken?" Xu Yanzhi asked weakly, "Why do I hear all the sound of fried wheat?"

Yun Dongwan: "I am here too."

"The sound of fried wheat shouldn't be so harsh, right?" Luo Yuxuan closed her ears with a look of disgust after finishing speaking.

　[I can't imagine how ugly it is, you can refer to Dad Tutu. 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)