Chapter 200: Yes, I am Mu Yue

Chapter 200 is, I am Mu Yue
A low voice came from the front row: "What a beautiful girl."
"Pipa is really good."
"It feels good to play the pipa, it's very temperamental."
Fu Nanli gently twisted his fingers and stared at the people on the stage intently.
The light was still only on Wen Qiao, but in the dark, the drums went from weak to strong, and the drums gradually became denser. Everyone's hearts were raised in their throats, and the battle seemed to be right in front of them.
The sound of fighting by the dark river seemed to ring in my ears.
Immediately afterwards, the lights on the stage were all bright, and a melodious flute sound came from the sky, alleviating the solemn atmosphere of the massacre. The guqin was loud and thick, as magnificent as a bronze bell, and overtones as transparent as beads.
Four different musical instruments work seamlessly together, with climaxes one after another.
This is an audiovisual feast.
An exciting ten-sided ambush came to an end, and there was thunderous applause in the stadium.
This is different from Central Music, where the students of Central Music advocate Western music, even if Wen Qiao and the others perform well, they will not receive warm applause.
The audience here is objective and fair.
Applause is the greatest affirmation to them.
Then there is a gentle, graceful, lingering [Liang Zhu].
Liang Zhu is a household name, and the audience has a strong sense of resonance. They have also contributed to super high-level performances, and there are waves of applause in the venue from time to time.
Xu Lu also came. She was wearing a mask and sitting in the corner. It was Zhao Tong who asked her to come over, saying that she would have a good show today.
After the nose was injured, she couldn't afford to do anything and didn't even have access to the Internet, but Zhao Tong said that Wen Qiao would make a fool of herself today, so she must not miss it.
But after coming, I didn't see Wen Qiao being embarrassed, only seeing her in the limelight.
The applause and praise sounded extremely harsh.
Finally, the song [Liang Zhu] ended, and the applause lasted.
Xu Lu couldn't help rolling her eyes, a group of inexperienced people.
Finally, when it came time to ask questions, the staff handed the microphone to a man in a suit in the second row.
The man stood up and asked directly, "Is this classmate Wen Qiao who plays the pipa?"
The staff handed the microphone to Wen Qiao: "Hello."
"I would like to ask, what do you think about the fact that you are Teacher Mu Yue about the turmoil on the Internet?"
Wen Qiao's heart sighed, is this what Zhao Tong arranged?
Make her ride a tiger?
Why do these few people feel uneasy if they don't cause trouble?
Silence, for at least half a minute of silence, it's cold.
Zhao Tong and Jin Xuan looked triumphant. Wen Qiao now admits that it is not true, nor does it deny it. If she admits it will be slapped in the face by Haimao, those netizens on the Internet will definitely scold her for hype and put gold on her face.
But Xu Lu's face became serious.
Is this what Zhao Tong said is a good show? Make Wen Qiao fool?
Somehow, she had a bad feeling in her heart, Wen Qiao, she had composed music, and that Xingxingqiao was so popular at the school that she owned it.
It shows that Wen Qiao has this ability.
She had been reluctant to think about it before, because she didn't dare to think about it, because she didn't want to put Mu Yue and Wen Qiao in a relationship.
But now, the question hit Wen Qiao's mouth.
This made her panic, and she had to think about it.
Is it possible that Wen Qiao is Mu Yue?
It's so possible.
One is that she can compose;
The second is that Shang Fan clearly stated that Mu Yue is a student of Yangyin;
Third, at the welcome party, Shang Fan and Wen Qiao performed together.
Xu Lu's face was very ugly, even her breathing was a bit stagnant, and she looked nervously at the people on the stage.
I hope she thinks too much.
"Student Wen Qiao, are you Teacher Mu Yue?"
The male reporter's tone was a little gloat, as if waiting to see her embarrassed.
Wen Qiao's eyes were closed, suddenly, he raised his eyes to the male reporter, and his tone was firm--
"Yes... I am Mu Yue."
The audience was in an uproar.
(End of this chapter)