My husband is a wife

Chapter 251 I'm Angry
The next day, the PK match officially kicked off. Qin Wushuang didn't pay attention to other people's results. She waited quietly in the background.

Zhuang Mingmei was wearing a bright lady's dress, and when she passed by her, she probably paused, and sneered confidently: "Qin Wushuang, I will not lose to you."

Qin Wushuang lowered his eyelids, and his indifferent tone revealed a touch of contempt: "To be honest, I don't even bother to think of you as an opponent."

"You..." Zhuang Mingmei's liver ached from her words, she gritted her teeth, suppressed her anger, raised her chin, and said proudly, "We'll see."

"Tsk tsk tsk, isn't this person too thick-skinned? Where did she get the confidence that she would win you?" Tang Xin looked at her back and thought it was very funny.

"Perhaps people think that with hundreds of thousands of outfits on their bodies, how can they overwhelm the cheap street goods on me." Qin Wushuang shrugged, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a few sips.

Zhuang Mingmei sat down on the other side, watching her drink the water, her eyes flickered, then she picked up the water glass on her seat as if nothing had happened, and drank the water in the glass in one gulp.

Finally, it was Qin Wushuang and Zhuang Mingmei's turn to compete against each other. In the judging booth, it was no surprise to see Zhan Beichen again. He came to listen, but everyone present respected him and regarded him as a big boss. He didn't dare to neglect the slightest bit.

Zhuang Mingmei looked up at Zhan Beichen who was sitting high on the judging table, her heart was about to soften, her admiring gaze was reluctant to leave him, thinking of the secret she learned during the meal with Ning Mengshu yesterday, her heart felt filled with hatred and hatred Jealousy, why is the best male god in Capricorn City all related to that bitch Qin Wushuang.

No wonder she didn't want Zhan Feiyang, it turned out that she had met Zhan Beichen who was stronger than him, she just died, she was not worthy of him at all.

Thinking of meeting Zhan Beichen at the door of the house that night, but he came for Qin Wushuang, the anger in her heart could burn others to death.

Qin Wushuang lowered his head, inspecting the piano in front of him, without squinting, trying to ignore the gaze from the judges' seat.

The competition format of the PK competition is to play a medley with the opponent in an ensemble. The competition is not only the opponent's rich knowledge of the music library, but also the skill of flexibly connecting the pieces played by the opponent.

After playing for two rounds, Zhuang Mingmei began to feel shocked. She thought that she had been familiar with playing famous songs from various cities over the years, but she had never heard of the songs played by Qin Wushuang, so she could only rely on her intuition. , Reluctantly accepted the move, while Qin Wushuang's slender fingers danced nimbly and flexibly on the keys, beautiful notes poured out from the piano, like flowing clouds and flowing water, pleasant to the ear, and every piece of music was seamlessly connected.

Zhuang Mingmei was so anxious that cold sweat oozes from her back. Suddenly, she felt a cramping pain in her stomach. She was shocked. The more nervous and anxious she was, the more her stomach hurt...

Impossible, why is this happening, Qin Wushuang should be the one who is in pain.

Qin Wushuang had finished playing a section, and was waiting for her to take the next section. Zhuang Mingmei's stomach hurt more and more, her whole body was shaking, her mind went blank, her fingers were on the keys, but she didn't know which key to press.

"What's going on with Mingmei?" Zhu Junlan, who was in the audience, frowned when she saw that she hadn't answered the song for a long time, feeling very anxious.

"I don't think my sister can take it anymore." Zhuang Muyun gloated a little.

"How could she lose to that bastard? I'm so pissed off. Hurry up and pick it up." Zhu Junlan was angry and annoyed. She spent a lot of thought and money for this competition.

(End of this chapter)