Boyfriend is tricking me every day

Chapter 322 She plays the violin, but her mother taught it herself!

Chapter 322 She plays the violin, but her mother taught it herself!

The lies I have told, even if they are not malicious, will have to be paid back on my knees in the future!
Let's not talk about what he didn't tell her, even if he concealed his identity for three months, it was enough for him to coax her for a few days.

The boring class, because I am in a good mood, will pass quickly.

Mu Jingchen had something to do with the student union, so he left after class.

Xia Yimo was alone, looking at the scenery outside the window, suddenly, she had an idea.

"It's time to start choosing songs!" Slightly smiled.

This competition officially started three nights later in the Xingyao Auditorium.

Turn on the phone, hold your finger, click on the list at will, plug in the earphones, and listen happily.When alone, listening to music casually is very pleasant.

Fiddle pieces by famous artists, popular music, and more, albums of idols.

At this time, a paw came into sight.

In front, Zhou Ce turned around with a smile, tapped on her desk, and asked, "Student Xia, you are going to participate in that school-level competition, right?"

With a delicate face and bright black eyes, it seemed that she was expecting more than her.

Xia Yimo took off one of the earphones, nodded with a smile, "That's right," she said, shaking her phone, wrinkled her face in distress, "I don't know which song to choose, it's so difficult, it's difficult to choose!" Stick out your tongue cutely.

Zhou Ce said: "Don't be nervous, I, we are looking forward to your performance, any piece of music you perform will definitely sound good, I will cheer you on!"

"Zhou Ce, thank you!"

Xia Yimo smiled gratefully, in this class, he is the one who is willing to talk to her and treat her better, besides Mu Jingchen, maybe he is the only one.

The classroom between classes is very lively, chatting and gossip, talking about idols, in small groups.

On one side of the aisle, several girls chattered in one go, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, a girl waved her hand and asked, "Xia Yimo, you also signed up for the music competition?"

There was no malice in her words, she was just curious: "Which musical instrument did you apply for? How many years have you studied and what level have you passed?"

Xia Yimo was taken aback for a moment, being accosted for a while, she didn't react.

She smiled, and was about to answer when suddenly, her eyes caught a familiar figure.

An Weixi!
The next second—

"Wow, Miss Weixi, you are amazing, the violin is at the full level!"

"How many years will it take to learn this!"

"What, it's still at a foreign certification level!"

"Ahhhh, I'm so impressed!"

The endless compliments exploded together, Xia Yimo sneered in her heart.

Glancing at the girl who just took the initiative to talk to her, she looked guilty, as if she knew that she should not have asked.

Then, he cast an encouraging look and said, "What about you, Xia Yimo, you dare to apply for such a big competition, you must be very good, right?"

Cheering her up without any trace, Xia Yimo smiled slightly and didn't blame her anymore.

This girl, who has been around them for a long time, has not been very social. She was probably bullied and used as a gun.

He didn't dare to tear himself apart with those people, and he didn't dare to take the initiative to help her.

In fact, many people are probably like this too. They are not bad in nature, but they are pushed by friends and cannot refuse, so they do bad things together and become bad people.

Thinking about it, looking at An Weixi, she was pretending to be smiling modestly, as if she was so noble and superior.

She is no worse than her!

She plays the violin, but her mother taught it herself!

Her mother's fame makes her proud.

With a straight face, Xia Yimo smiled modestly and said, "I didn't take a grade test, and my level is average. The competition is not important, music is meant to make people happy."

Then, in the eyes of the girl who just spoke for her, I saw deep disappointment and regret.

Most of the others are mocking.

An Weixi sneered at her secretly, as if to say——

Xia Yimo, you look like a trash, what are you fighting with me for?

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(End of this chapter)

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