Chapter 21: The highest grade S grade

Chapter 21, the highest level, S level
Zhao Tong folded his arms and rolled his eyes: "That must be a little star too. I haven't seen it before, let's 18th line."
"It looks like a lot of money."
Zhao Tong: "Heh, people gather together, what kind of rich Wen Qiao can know."
"Isn't Lu Youyou quite rich?"
Zhao Tong's eyes rolled to the sky, "That's Lu Youyou's self-willing fall."
Lu Youyou grabbed her by the hair: "Who does your mother say?"
Zhao Tong struggled desperately: "Lu Youyou, why are you so savage and rude? You don't look like an art student at all."
"I don't look like an art student? You are like an art student all day long? I warn you, if you dare to say something bad about Wen Qiao, don't blame me for doing it."
The others hurriedly finished the game: "It's alright, don't fight."
Beside the stage, Fu Nanli touched Wen Qiao's head: "It plays very well."
Wen Jianmin's words of encouragement to Xu Lu were also said to her. Wen Qiao was only a 19-year-old girl, no matter how cold on the outside, she was soft on the inside.
When someone treats her so seriously, she will have a sore nose, and her chest will be full. She pursed her lips and smiled at him: "Thank you."
"Waiting for you in the car at the school gate, come over when it's over."
"it is good."
Wen Qiao held the bouquet, returned to the side curtain, and glanced at Xu Lu provocatively.
There are people who give me flowers. I don't need Wen Jianmin's flowers anymore.
Xu Lu's face was not very pretty, she watched Wen Qiao pass by her and walked backstage.
Xu Lu felt that the man had a noble temperament, it should be just the appearance.
What rich person can Wen Qiao know?
Zhuang Yan's face was also very gloomy, his eyes locked tightly to Wen Qiao.
When Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou left the side scene, Xu Lu took Zhao Tong and whispered: "Should I persuade Wen Qiao? Is she just looking for someone's money?"
Zhao Tong touched his neck: "Should the 18-line star have no money?"
"That's also richer than Wenqiao."
Zhao Tong's eyes widened: "These eighteenth-line starlets are all able to support prospective female college students? He is crazy!"
Backstage, ten minutes later, Wen Qiao's rating came out.
The teacher took the hand card and looked at Wen Qiao with a smile: "Guess what grade you are?"
Wen Qiao looked at the teacher confidently: "I think I play very well and I should be able to reach the S grade."
The sneer was undisguised. It came from Miss Zhao, Zhao Tong, and whispered in her ears: "The sun is still so high outside, what a spring and autumn dream? Our Lulu is only Grade A, she still dreams of Grade S. Laugh out big teeth."
The teacher unfolded his hand card and said with a smile: "Wen Qiao, you guessed it, it is indeed S grade."
Wen Qiao felt relieved and took the card: "Thank you, teacher."
The teacher touched her head: "The teacher has always placed high hopes on you, and we must rely on you to revitalize folk music."
Wen Qiao nodded: "I will not disappoint the teacher's expectations."
When the teacher went out, Zhao Tong strode forward to Wen Qiao and snatched the hand card in her hand: "Really? It's really fake? Just that day Bridge Art, I can still get the S-level? Let's laugh generous!"
Wen Qiao grabbed Lu Youyou and leaned against the table, looking lazily at the group of girls who did not believe that she had taken the S grade, with contemptuous eyes.
Zhao Tong opened his eyes and saw that the huge S grade came into view, and it was the three judges who gave the S grade uniformly.
Xu Lu squeezed her skirt tightly and bit her mouth lightly. How... how could this happen?
Wen Qiao's rating turned out to be higher than hers, which is...unfair.
"Shady!" Zhao Tong pointed to Wen Qiao's nose first, and rebuked loudly in anger.
(End of this chapter)