The principal opened his mouth and before he could say anything, Mr. Yang interrupted him strongly, "I'm talking about it. The boy who played the violin is pretty good, and he can't match his average level, but his professionalism is still poor, and he is completely incomparable to my disciples. What kind of thing does that girl who played the piano play..."

"Cough--" The principal didn't check for a moment, and was choked by saliva. He glanced at the other side of Mr. Yang, like a peacemaker, "Old Yang, you can't say that..."

"I'm telling the truth." Old Yang turned his head angrily. It was because the principal had played the musical talent of his school before, so he sacrificed his precious time to come to Yanzhong to pick up good seedlings. Unexpectedly, this was the case. It was better to go to No. 2 Middle School for the first stop.

The principal didn't know what to say for a moment, so he thought that the matter had been exposed. But Old Yang suddenly turned his head and looked at Jiang Xinyi, who had been standing beside him for a while, and had been pleasing to him, but his face turned pale, "Oh? Who is your child? Have you been on the stage?"

Jiang Xinyi is very good at dealing with these interpersonal relationships. In order to make Sheng Yue elected as the closed disciple of Mr. Yang and further bring glory to the Sheng family, she had already run over and stood beside Mr. Yang and kept chatting. Unexpectedly, the performance of veteran Yang Sheng Yue was belittled to nothing.

Faced with Mr. Yang's question, Jiang Xinyi was in a dilemma and it was obviously impossible to lie. She could only whisper, "It's the girl playing the piano on the stage."

At the same time, the face was so tingling.

"Oh." Old Yang was not embarrassed at all, but said seriously. "With her level, if you really want her to take the professional route, then you have to use some thoughts."

"Yes, what you said." Jiang Xinyi reluctantly smiled and could only agree.

The next few shows were all lackluster. Mr. Yang was so troubled that he couldn't stand it. He was about to leave. This made many students who had not performed yet feel a little disappointed. Is their luck so bad?

Old man Yang had already walked to the door? Suddenly he heard a burst of laughter spread from the crowd of students.

Old Yang frowned and turned around, and saw a girl in a white dress standing quietly on the stage. It was far away. He looked at it at first sight, but he didn't see it very clearly. But the outline was a hazy and dreamy beauty.

When Fang Duo saw Yangyang coming on stage, he was sure to applaud. "Okay! Good..."

Her voice was heard throughout the auditorium, fearless Hongliang.

When the students in other classes saw her like that, they were so laughing.

"Is this Fang Duo just a person who likes to look at his face? Sheng Yang hasn't even performed yet."

"But I'm going to say it all? This face is really good."

"Haha? What did she do with a triangular iron for primary school students? Do you think this kind of performance? It's enough for us to just look at her face?"

Kang Weizhen and Sheng You also noticed the girl who encouraged her daughter the most. Standing in the crowd, there seemed to be light in their eyes and their eyes were hot.

Kang Weizhen, a chief ceo who usually has a very paralyzed face, becomes particularly emotional when she meets her daughter, "What a great thing? My daughter has good friends."

"Yes." Sheng You also held her tightly in his arms, and the two of them were so happy that they could cry.

When Mr. Yang heard someone say that the other party was holding a "triangle iron". He curled his lips and walked to the door and then he immediately retreated.

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Chapter completed!