Chapter 19: Rating

Chapter 19 Rating
Wen Qiao thought that he had read it wrong, and a closer look revealed that it was Fu Nanli. He was wearing a haute couture suit with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. He was noble and noble and cold. He walked through the carpeted stairs, and every step came like a god. At the high luxury booth, her heart was beating with his footsteps.
He chose an empty seat at random and sat down, adjusted his cuffs, his long legs overlapped, like a wealthy businessman in the first row watching a jewelry show, his eyes casually patrolling.
The light of the dome dimmed, as if there was a starry sky at the top of his head, and the man's timeless features appeared to be more profound and superior.
A scornful comment came from behind Wen Qiao: "Pipa? I also want to enter the central sound. In my opinion, these are the art of bridges, which are similar to the erhu. It is a special instrument for begging. It is really fantastic to want to enter the central sound."
Wen Qiao picked up his pipa, adjusted the strings, and glanced at Xu Lu's good girlfriend, Zhao Tong, and said coldly: "You disliked the quintessence and folk music like this, and let you grow up in this country, do you feel wronged? Why should I apply for Yangyin since I am so wronged? Why not apply for the Berkeley Conservatory of Music? Is it because I didn't get to Berkeley?"
Zhao Tong gritted his teeth: "Can you control which school I apply for? How many people are studying folk music now? It's something that is difficult to be elegant."
Wen Qiao adjusted the strings and fiddled twice at random.
"In 1936, Franco launched a coup and seized power. The cellist, the founder of your cello, Mr. Casals, interrupted all performing arts activities and went on strike to protest Franco’s authorities. He is a peace. Lovers, you are so combative. If he sees future generations of cello players distinguishing music between high and low, he should feel that you are not worthy to play the cello."
Zhao Tong choked, unable to return a word.
Xu Lu came out to finish off: "Tongtong, don't talk about it, Western music and folk music, each has its own wonderful features, we still have to support the national quintessence."
Lu Youyou took Wen Qiao to the side and snorted: "Ashamed, don't pay attention to her, let's practice again."
Zhao Tong and Xu Lu have a special practice room. Zhao Tong gritted his teeth and said, "Lulu, why are you pulling me? It’s hard for folk music to be elegant. Most of those who study folk music are professional. If you go to another department and debug it, what are they dragging? A pipa player who is so arrogant in front of us playing the cello and piano is really maddening me."
Xu Lu patted her on the shoulder: "Forget it, if there is a quarrel, if the interview qualification is cancelled, isn't it worth the loss?"
Zhao Tong snorted: "Our family has invested in Central Music students to hold concerts. How could it be possible that the interview qualifications will be cancelled? If they want to cancel, it will only cancel Wen Qiao's. It should have been a big deal just now."
Xu Lu naturally didn't want to pull the frame, but Zhuang Yan had been leaning against the door frame just now and watching quietly. She has always been a gentle and quiet persona. If she doesn't persuade, she is afraid that Zhuang Yan will think more.
It's plainly cheaper than Wen Qiao.
Someone behind him persuaded Zhao Tong: "Let Wen Qiao perform. I heard that, among the three professors today, two of them are not too cold with Minle. She definitely can't get A."
The interview levels are divided into S, A, B and C levels.
S-level is the highest, and only A-level and above can be successfully entered into Central Yin.
Zhao Tong finally relieved her anger: "That is, she will definitely not be able to pass the interview. In a while, let's reluctantly appreciate the art of begging. It's really hard for everyone's ears."
(End of this chapter)