Fake daughters are wealthy

Jiang Xianrou's performance just now was so shocking that most of the audience was still immersed in the previous performance. Unlike the thunderous applause from the audience after Jiang Xianrou came up, when Song Tian and Qiao Nian came up, the hall was as quiet as a chicken.

The audience in the audience didn't care much who came up.

Some unqualified audience members were still discussing Jiang Xianrou's performance just now.

Wen Ziyu pinched the palms of his hands, seeing Qiao Nian on stage, everyone reacted from the bottom of their hearts to complain for Qiao Nian and the others.

However, he was alone, no matter how angry he was, it was impossible for him to lose his temper on this occasion.

Instead, Fu Ge, who was sitting on the other side of him, looked coldly at the cold scene in the great hall, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a trace of pleasure in his eyes!

He has not had time to enjoy the pleasure.

Suddenly, applause came from the front row.

Only one applause.

The man's applause was exceptionally firm and loud.

It was like a thunderstorm in the whispering hall, making many nonchalant people realize that a new program was on stage.

Wen Ruxia also heard steady and powerful applause coming from her side, and leaned forward to look in the direction of the sound.

When seeing the side face of the man Fengyue Shulang.

There was more surprise in her eyes, she smiled, then raised her hands and clapped her hands.

Qing University's celebration this year is not low. Liang Conglin valued this year's freshmen and invited many celebrities to come.

He also invited people from the Ministry of Culture with all his strength.

But among these people, bloodlines and status are really important, and most of them have to pay for the accounts of the two old families, the Ye family and the Wen family.

Seeing Ye Wangchuan taking the lead in applauding.

Wen Ruxia followed closely behind.

Even if the others were not interested in the self-humiliating performance of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine on stage, they still looked at each other, raised their hands, and clapped blankly.

If there is one person, there are two people, and if there are two people, there are a group of people.

The applause in the great hall gradually rang out.

Although not as highly anticipated as when Jiang Xianrou came on stage, it definitely filled the atmosphere!

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On stage, Qiao Nian took out his electronic piano from his black backpack, found a place near the backstage, and plugged it in to tune it.

Song Tian was also standing on the stage. She clutched the seam of her trousers nervously, watching the flickering lights and the crowds of audience below. She didn't have the courage to be in the background, and a thick layer of sweat broke out on the palms of her hands.

"Joe, Qiao Qiao reads..."

Song Tian's nervous voice was trembling unnaturally, stuck in place like a wooden stake, not daring to move, calling Qiao Nian's name, it seemed that this would make her feel more secure.

"kindness?"

The girl who built the electronic piano shelf behind her raised her head after hearing this, revealing a beautiful melon-seeded face.

Much prettier than Jiang Xianrou!

It's just that she didn't wear high-end clothes, nor did she wear fancy makeup. She had a plain face and a leisurely posture, which was the greatest contempt for Jiang Xianrou's well-dressed attendance.

Song Tian was almost felled by her at a glance, but she was still terrified, and asked in a trembling voice: "Do you think we are fine?"

Qiao Nian calmly pressed the keys of the piano with one hand to test the sound effect, she hasn't released any new songs recently, and hasn't used this set of equipment for a long time, and she still didn't forget to answer Song Tian's question in her busy schedule: "Don't worry, there will be no problem. "

"What should I do if my legs start to feel weak?" Song Tian was about to cry standing on the stage.

Mom, she didn't expect so many people in the audience.

Handsome as a Buddha off stage, but a cowardly dog ​​on stage!

Want to cry, what should I do?