The real lady of rebirth

Chapter 121

"My right hand was injured once. Although it's healed now, it left a strong shadow in my heart." She stretched out her right little finger and said, "As long as I touch the piano, this finger will be stiff and I can't play the piano. To participate in the competition according to the process, I may not even make it to the qualifiers."

Su Qiao was startled, "Is it really serious?"

"Isn't it?" Mo Qinghuan said: "So I was deprived of the quota, but it's not wronged. You don't have to be so angry about me, it's not worth it."

"Then your fingers are still like this now?" Su Qiao frowned and looked at her hands, a little regretful and a little distressed. How many injuries would it take to leave such a strong psychological shadow?He dare not imagine.

"It's all right." Mo Qinghuan raised his hand and played in the air, his fingers jumped nimbly, "Look, it's all right."

The smile on her face is so happy. Being able to play the piano is a happy thing for her. Su Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing, because he found that she didn't care whether she could participate in the competition. What she enjoyed was not the applause and the belt of honor. The sense of accomplishment that comes, but the music itself.

In an instant, Su Qiao decided one thing.

"Since we have decided not to participate in the competition, let's enjoy the music."

Su Qiao pulled Mo Qinghuan to find the organizing committee. The organizing committee was surprised after hearing Su Qiao's words, "You two are fighting against each other?"

"Yes, we have a PK, and then the organizing committee decides who will participate in the competition." Su Qiao said: "After the PK, we will not have any objections to any decision made by the organizing committee."

The people from the organizing committee discussed it, and finally agreed to Su Qiao's proposal. Anyway, in the end, they have the final say on who will participate in the competition. As long as the result remains the same, let them make a fuss. trouble.

The PK between Mo Qinghuan and Su Qiao is not considered a formal match, but it still attracted a lot of attention. Looking at the figure prepared by the staff on the stage, Mo Qinghuan asked Su Qiao, "Why did you do this? They wouldn't changed the decision."

"At least let others know that you have real skills, instead of being found out through the back door and then being slapped down." Su Qiao looked at her sideways, "People's words are terrible, who knows what it will be like when you turn your head around?" .”

Mo Qing laughed happily, he is so simple, people who want to gossip about her will still say the same no matter what she does, so she has long since ignored it.

But he was also kind, so she didn't refuse.

Su Qiao came to the stage first. He was wearing a black suit, which set off his lean figure to be slender and handsome. The neckline was a black bow tie. He was still immature and youthful, and had a sunny and lively taste.

The seats below the stage were almost two-thirds full. Many young girls looked at Su Qiao on the stage with pink bubbles. I have to say that Su Qiao's charm is not small.

It was the first time Mo Qinghuan heard Su Qiao play the piano. He had good-looking eyebrows and eyes. He seemed to be gentle when he bowed his head to the piano. The notes flowing from his fingertips seemed to be light and sunny, which made people feel happy.

He played the repertoire required by the competition, Mozart's No.20 Three Piano Concerto K.488 in A major. It is also pleasing to the eye.

(End of this chapter)