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Chapter 887 Not easy to bully!

Chapter 887 Not easy to bully!

923. There is no way to wear a skirt. Ye Nianwei only feels that he has let down his grandpa's intentions. The old man must be waiting for her to put it on for him to see!
While worrying, my mother came back, and seeing her in a daze, she asked, "Girl, what's wrong?"

"Look, mom!" Ye Nianwei showed the skirt to her mother.

Seeing the tattered skirt, Lin Anyi said in surprise, "Ah! What's going on? When your grandfather sent someone to deliver it just now, I thought it was fine!"

"Mom! I know who broke my skirt! No one but Luo Lingshan!" Ye Nianwei said.

Lin Anyi didn't doubt her guess, because it was normal for Zhu Meiqin and her daughter to hold grudges because of the unpleasantness at the birthday party last night.

It's just that they didn't expect that they would report to such an extent, even a new piece of clothing.

"Don't be sad, isn't it just a dress? Mom will buy you a new one later!" Lin Anyi comforted.

"Mom, I'm not sad, I'm just sorry for the gift my grandpa gave me!"

Lin Anyi touched her head, feeling sorry for her being so sensible, "Well, your grandpa didn't know about the quarrel between me and your aunt at the birthday party last night, and he also said that he would take us all to Luo Lingshan's piano competition today. Come on and cheer, I think it's better to forget it! We can't afford to provoke those people, can't we hide them!"

Mother wanted to stay away from right and wrong, but Ye Nianwei didn't think so, since Luo Lingshan didn't let her be at ease, she wouldn't let her be happy either.

A piano competition, isn't it?

From now on, she wants to let Luo Lingshan know that although Ye Nianwei is small, she is not easy to bully!
"Mom! Go! We're going! I want to see how well she plays!"

To say that she can play the piano well, her mother was a piano teacher in an art training class in Lucheng before, and her mother is a professional master.

……

Jingcheng Art Center, the scene of the [-]th Children's Piano Competition.

The huge art hall was full of seats, and Ye Nianwei and his mother, along with the Luo family, sat under the stage to watch the game.

Murong Sen, Tang Yuyao, and their son Murong Jingchuan were also invited to sit and watch.

The seats of the Luo family and the Murong family are side by side, Ye Nianwei's right is the Luo family, and the one on the left happens to be Tang Yuyao.

Ye Nianwei didn't see Murong Jingchuan, so she asked Tang Yuyao, "Mother Tang, is Brother Jingchuan feeling better? Is he here today?"

"Your Brother Jingchuan is fine! He's here! But he should be backstage now!" Tang Yuyao explained.

Ye Nianwei understood, she must have gone backstage to cheer for Luo Lingshan!

Not long after, the host came on stage to introduce the guests, judges, organizers and sponsors, and then announced the official start of the competition.

Contestants with number plates will come to the stage in order of drawing lots and start performing.

The age range of contestants this time is between 6 and 12 years old. Most of them are outstanding contestants selected by children's palaces in various regions, and some have undergone professional training.

Luo Lingshan belongs to the latter, and she has learned various skills since she was very young.

In order to make her daughter multi-talented, Zhu Meiqin enrolled her in many interest classes. Not to mention Huahua's own teacher, Luo Lingshan has gone to learn other things like piano, dance, and Go.

And these things are really helpful for cultivating sentiments. Luo Lingshan is only 8 years old, but she has become an outstanding new artist in Jingcheng Experimental Primary School, and has attracted much attention.

Therefore, Luo Lingshan has been living under the halo, the focus of everyone's attention, she also has high demands on herself, and never allows herself to fail.

……

(End of this chapter)

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