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She never thought about things like grading exams when she played music. It was originally a hobby for cultivating sentiment, and she never thought about gaining anything by relying on it.

After all, she doesn't have to take the art test like Qiao Chen.

People can still go to Tsinghua University in the college entrance examination.

These words fell into the ears of Tang Wanru and Jiang Xianrou, but they were a bit provocative in it, especially Qiao Nian didn't choose any arrangement, but chose the arrangement that won No.2.

In Jiang Xianrou's eyes, this behavior became more and more provocative!

With a straight face and no expression on her face, she said flatly: "Since you have taken out the harp, don't say that you didn't pass the grade test. I believe that the students that Mr. Nie values ​​must have their own merits. I will also learn from them."

Learning two characters, she bites very hard!

The words were full of sarcasm.

Strong smell of gunpowder.

She really didn't expect to meet Qiao Nian yesterday, and Qiao Nian again today, this feeling is as disgusting as eating flies.

She came down from the stage, walked to Tang Wanru and stood still, took the woman's arm, and said softly to Qiao Nian, "I have given you the stage, please!"

Qiao Nian raised her eyes, unable to understand where her strong gunpowder smell came from, and didn't care where her gunpowder smell came from.

Jiang Xianrou gave up her seat, and she went up with Konghou in her arms.

There is a sense of carelessness all over the body.

The others couldn't help frowning, not knowing how to evaluate her calmness.

This girl named Qiao Nian was a bit crazy, but no matter what, she didn't have stage fright.

If a student that Mr. Nie valued is stage frightened even on stage, it will be more embarrassing than the average level after the performance!

"Is this Qiao Nian okay?"

"do not know."

"She actually dared to play konghou in front of Mr. Nie. I don't know whether to call her courageous or too big. Everyone can see Mr. Nie's konghou skills. She might as well show off the electronic piano, so that she won't be too cruelly compared later! "

"Let's take a look first and then talk. I think she is quite calm, maybe there are two brushes."

Someone lowered his voice and said dismissively: "The konghou is not another musical instrument. There are not two people in China who can play it well, let alone play it well. I think she will make a fool of herself later. Just watch it, she must have nothing to do with Jiang Xianrou Compare."

Nie Mi heard those voices questioning Qiao Nian, this time he was unexpectedly calm, even in the mood to pick up Biluochun who was on the side, brushed the ups and downs of tea with a tureen, pressed the tea foam, and took a sip calmly Tea.

The girl on the stage had already found a seat and sat down cross-legged. She was sitting in a very casual posture, placing the harp on her chest, and playing the strings on both sides with her left and right hands.

The konghou itself is a classical musical instrument.

Her own aura does not have a classical taste at all. The sweater and peaked cap look unruly no matter how you look at it, which is completely different from the classic and elegant feeling of konghou.

But when she sat there, it gave people the illusion of attention.

The light did not fall on her, but it seemed that a ray of light fell on her, attracting everyone's attention.

The few tones that Qiao Nian plucked at the beginning were messed up.

It looks like someone who doesn't know how to randomly flick there.

Jiang Xianrou snorted coldly, stood there proudly, took Tang Wanru's hand, and said in a low voice, "I don't think she can play the harp at all!"

Her voice just fell.

The girl seemed to have finished trying out the timbre, she raised her ten slender fingers suddenly, and plucked the strings.

The harp sound is similar to the harp of Western music. Because the left and right double-row strings are equivalent to two harps, it is superior to the harp in playing fast melodies and overtones.