Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 250 Qualifications [24] Mo Qing: I'm a professional, what's wrong? [one more]

Under the torment of Wen Yingxue's magic voice, the classroom fell into a strange silence.

The contestants who originally regarded Wen Yingxue as a strong opponent had their eyes widened one by one, vividly explaining what it means to be "stunned".

Mo Qing rubbed his ears.

Unable to hold back, he kneaded again.

She thought to herself: Good guy.

However, no one asked to stop, Wen Yingxue kept blowing, although it was intermittent, but she was courageous, she just finished blowing the part she had prepared, without changing her expression the whole time.

The moment she put down the suona, Wen Yingxue ignored the strange gazes around her and nodded to the student judges in the front row.

"Wen Yingxue, right?" A student judge glanced at the roster, confirmed her name, and asked, "How long have you been studying?"

"one day."

"Why do you want to participate?" The student judges were very puzzled.

Wen Yingxue said, "I was also notified temporarily."

The student judges were puzzled: "Didn't you sign up yourself?"

Wen Yingxue smiled, but did not answer. She nodded to the student judges, then turned and went to the students.

The student judges whispered a few words, and finally nodded to the senior sister who called her name.

The student glanced at the list, then looked at Mo Qing: "The next one, No. 33, Mo Qing."

Mo Qing walked out.

With Wen Yingxue's performance, the contestants who were a little bit afraid of Mo Qing were completely relaxed.

——Wen Yingxue can blow like this, so a scholar should be even worse, right?
However, when a light bird chirping sounded, the classroom fell silent again, and the atmosphere went to another extreme.

The school's wake-up bell is "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix", but this song is too difficult, so in the competition, contestants can choose other songs.

Among the previous contestants, some played "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix". It sounded pretty good, but Mo Qing's performance immediately overshadowed those people's performances. When they heard it by themselves, they all looked a little embarrassed.

——How does this compare?
——Isn’t this the national team?

They have all learned suona, can they not hear the opponent's level geometry?
Mo Qing blows smoothly, with a lingering breath, and as soon as the bird chirps, it's like being in a jungle where white birds chirp, and his thoughts are immediately substituted into it.

Mo Qing only blew for a while.

Everyone has more to say.

Wen Yingxue stood in a remote place, leaning against the wall behind her, hooking the suona with her fingers, and looked at Mo Qing with great interest.

——Although this encounter was purely accidental, Mo Qing's skill point is quite interesting.

"Mo Qing..."

The student judges regained their senses after a while, looked at the roster, and then at Mo Qing.

He asked, "How long have you been studying?"

Mo Qing said, "Half a year."

"..."

What a liar.

Not only the student judges, but also the rest of the contestants showed disbelief.

Mo Qing didn't care if they believed it or not, he wandered back among the crowd leisurely.

Hundreds of years ago on Taiping Street, there was an old suona artist who taught Suona. Mo Ting listened to his song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" and was amazed. He worshiped him as his teacher and practiced every day.

But it took only half a year.

Later, the master went to his hometown to pick up his wife and children, but he encountered bandits and died on the way.

Mo Qing left the Imperial City University and also put aside the Suona matter.

The senior continued to call the next one: "No. 34——"

"Wait a minute." No. 34 raised his hand and scratched his head after being watched by everyone, "I don't want to compare. I have learned Suona for ten years, so I was quite confident at first, but now...forget it."

It's not just him, anyone with self-knowledge thinks so.

With Mo Qing's performance ahead, whoever goes up there will be a clown.

Insisting on acting is also a waste of time.

So, one after another, some people chose to give up.

The senior made a rough calculation, and one-third of the contestants who did not perform gave up.

The remaining two-thirds, except for a few who are confident, the rest just thought "everyone is here, it's a pity not to make a noise", so they bit the bullet and went.

But, who will be chosen - they all know.

……

After about four and 10 minutes, the last man's performance ended.

The student judges gathered together, had a symbolic discussion, and then announced the final winner——

Ink poured.

This is the only suona competition that is the least controversial.

Everyone was convinced in defeat.

Mo Qing followed the procedure and made an appointment to go to the recording studio to record the wake-up bell next weekend, then she carried her suona and left the classroom with the crowd.

She scanned the corridor, but did not see Jiang Ke.

She took out her phone.

Jiang Ke sent her a message.

[Jiang Ke]: They played too badly, I'll go buy you some food.

The time was half an hour ago.

Mo Qing accepted this reason.

It is a torment for a person to hear those amateur and semi-professional sparse playing after listening to her playing.

Mo Qing walked down the stairs, wanting to call Jiang Ke.

At this time, she saw the news 99+ in the group of her class. She clicked in and took a look. Seeing what they were talking about, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

Somebody took a video of Wen Yingxue blowing the suona and posted it in the group.

[The big beauty is playing the suona, why bother? 】

[Hahaha, if you can blow it like this without blushing and heartbeat, your psychological quality is absolutely perfect. 】

[Where did this video come from? 】

[I don't know, the big group in the medical school is going crazy, and everyone is talking about her. 】

[It's only been a day of study, why is she going? 】

[Unable to understand. 】

……

After all, it is a class group, and there are teachers in it, so it is not too much to say.

But what to say in private is unknown.

People are all the same.

Today's students are no different from those of a hundred years ago.

(End of this chapter)