Chapter 421 will show you a poem to serve the country

"Will you know if you go up?"

It happened that a student who had finished the performance brought the guzheng back in his arms. Song Yaoya stopped her and said sweetly: "Classmate, can I borrow the guzheng?"

She laughed and her dimples were sunken, and her eyes seemed to be filled with honey.

The girl blushed, nodded and hurriedly handed the guzheng to Song Yaoyao.

"no problem."

Song Jingwan glanced over the zither, smiling but not smiling, "Don't be brave, why don't I remember that you have studied the zither?"

"There are many more things you don't know—"

Song Yaoya hugged the guzheng, curled her lips and leaned slightly, pressing her small hand on Song Jingwan's shoulder.

Muttered in a voice that only two of them could hear, "You'd better pray that Han Jun's business has nothing to do with you, otherwise--" She sneered, "I will kill you."

Song Jingwan's back tightened in an instant, but only for a moment, she relaxed again.

As if she didn't understand, she calmly pushed Song Yaoya away.

"I don't know what you are talking about. The slanderer has to show evidence."

She was in front of the public from start to finish, so she would naturally not admit it.

Song Yaoyao looked at her, smiling and curling her eyes.

Blinked, "Evidence? Do I need evidence for beating? Huh?" She tilted her head, "Dear sister, do you think I am too truthful, good and beautiful?"

She was never a good person--

Song Jingwan's expression froze, her mouth twitched.

Why did she forget that the one in front of her never played cards according to common sense.

She stared at Song Yaoya warily to prevent her from suddenly attacking herself.

However, he listened to the reminder from the students in front, indicating that Song Yaoya was going to the waiting room.

Song Yao's lips curled, "We will talk later--"

Song Jingwan breathed a sigh of relief, squeezing her fists and smiling, "Come on."

She wanted to see what Song Yaoya could sing!

The gymnasium is very big, the last show ended, the performance students bowed and exited.

There was thunderous applause.

"Next, please invite Song Yaoyao from Class 3 of Senior Three to bring us the essence of songs... Cough, loyal to serve the country!!"

The student in charge obviously had heard of Song Yaoyao, and had also met this one.

Just change the performance candidate temporarily, this song? Are you sure not to change?

"Ouch..."

An Ruoyao has finished her performance, she sneered and stood beside Song Jingwan, "She is arrogant and abandoning herself? Adhering to the idea of ​​not wasting her place, she can't win by singing, so she intends to take the funny route?"

"Puff......"

Song Jingwan's eyes flowed, she smiled and glanced at An Ruoyao, "Don't talk nonsense."

In fact, she was also looking forward to it——

at this time.

With a "clank" sound, the audience was silent.

The girl's ten fingers are slender, her black hair hangs behind her, and a strand of hair hangs gently on the side of her face. With the lotus flower on the center of her eyebrows, she is more amorous.

She drew her finger and picked it lightly.

With just a few notes, she has outlined the majestic feeling.

From slow to fast, to extremely fast——

The more exciting the rhythm, everyone opened their mouths and stared at this scene in a daze. The girl's thin white fingers stroked the strings, leaving only the afterimages fast.

Accompanied by the majestic grandeur, it seemed that there was an imposing imposing force, a tender and soft singing voice came slowly.

The tune was obviously adapted. If the original song was made of steel and iron, then Song Yaoyao would sing the only touch of tenderness before the battlefield.

There are thousands of troops in her accompaniment, and the love of children in her voice.

(End of this chapter)