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Chapter 589 Tell me what you have that I'm jealous of
Everyone present was also stunned.

They looked at Hibbert sitting in the first row with puzzled faces.

Is Hibbert praising Qiao Anchu or what?
You know, if you look too much like another person, you will lose your own recognition, which is not a good thing whether in the piano circle or the music circle.

But now Hibbert stands up majestically and says that Qiao Anchu looks like Liang Yin.
"This..." Qiao Anchu was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing what to say.

She stood there, clenched her hands tightly, her nails turned white, bit her lip fiercely, and said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Hibbert, I heard someone say before that it is normal for excellent works to resemble each other. "

This sentence was said by Mo Xin herself at her banquet, and she didn't know if Hibbert would agree with it, but she had no choice but to cover it up with this sentence.

This competition is broadcast live worldwide, so Hibbert must not let him discover anything, or the rest of her life will be ruined!

Before, she only "borrowed" a little from Qiao Yimo's words, but she was said to have plagiarized her painting ideas, and she was repeatedly warned by Dong Yan that if there was a next time, Dong Yan would definitely not want her.

So no matter what, Hibbert can't find out now.

Every minute and every second behind the words, suddenly seemed as long as a lifetime, and Qiao Anchu was in a panic.

Until Hibbert opened his thin lips, Qiao Anchu finally let go of his hanging heart.

The corner of Hibbert's mouth curved, and he said with a smile, "That's true." Although he played the song really well, he still hoped that Qiao Anchu could find his own style, otherwise even if he won the championship, he would be drowned in the music. Many students in the piano field have become ordinary people who study.

However, it's normal for her personal style to be inaccurate for a while, as long as the song is her original.

Seeing this, the judges began to score in turn. There were five judges in the preliminary round, and each had [-] points in their hands. The average score of the last five judges was the contestant's score.

Qiao Anchu's little heart was beating so hard that she felt like her heart was about to jump out.

She closed her eyes and prayed that she must enter the preliminary round!

At this time, the host's voice suddenly came from my ear, "The first contestant, Qiao Anchu, scored 99.8."

After the words fell, the people present took a breath, and the audience area suddenly exploded:

"My God, 99.8 points!"

"What kind of achievement is this, the player with the highest score in history!"

"Fuck, does this mean that Qiao Anchu is the champion of this competition?"

"Yes, yes, I think it's time to announce it immediately."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the students brought out by Mr. Hibbert are really different, it's shocking!"

"That's right, even if the style is like Liang Yin's, so what, if Liang Yin plays this song, maybe she won't get a high score of 99.8."

"I agree, I agree too much!"

Qiao Anchu's head exploded when he heard the cheers from the crowd.

what?
She actually got a high score of 99.8?
She actually got the highest score in history?

God, even Ji Wenwen and Yu Nagasawa are not so tall!

The corner of Qiao Anchu's mouth was smiling, as happy as a flower.

Standing on the stage, Qiao Anchu could see Dong Yan and Qiao Renshan in the audience at a glance. They stood up excitedly and congratulated her!

Qiao Yimo would probably die of anger when she heard her grades in the background!

Hahahaha!

The host picked up the microphone, stood up and said, "Contestant Qiao Anchu, you go down first."

"Well, good." Qiao Anchu nodded, and retreated happily.

Then, a group of mature and stable men rang again: "Next, we will invite the second contestant to play. She is from country Y and is also Hibbert's apprentice."

After the words fell, the scene burst into applause.

Qiao Anchu walked off the stage slowly holding the hem of her skirt, and met Fu Zhiying at the junction of the stage and the backstage.

"An Chu, you're awesome! When the host announced your results just now, Qiao Yimo's face turned dark." Fu Zhiying covered her mouth, gloating.

Qiao Anchu was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Really?"

She had guessed it a long time ago, maybe Qiao Yimo was still crying in the background.

Fu Zhiying raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "You'll find out when you go in and have a look later."

"Okay." Qiao Anchu nodded, patted Fu Zhiying's shoulder and said with a smile: "You work hard too!"

Fu Zhiying hummed, and then slowly walked onto the stage.

Seeing her fading back, Qiao Anchu turned around and went into the lounge.

She looked up and down in the lounge, but Qiao Yimo's voice was not heard.

"Brother Ruoxi, may I ask where did you see Qiao Yimo go!" Qiao Anchu said in a soft voice, with a tired tone.

Ruoxi sat on the stool, looked at her coldly, and didn't answer.

When Qiao Anchu received this supercilious look, she felt baffled.

However, her good mood was not disturbed by these trifles at all, she walked to Qiao Yimo's door with her skirt in her hand, and knocked two or three times.

Qiao Yimo was resting inside, when she heard the knock on the door, she immediately opened her eyes, her voice was cold and indifferent, "Come in."

Qiao Anchu pushed open the door, his eyes fell on the girl on the sofa, and his heart suddenly burst into joy.

Her eyes were red, she must have cried!

Qiao Yimo got up, her eyes were cold, and her voice didn't fluctuate, "What are you doing here?"

Qiao Anchu brushed her hair, said with a chuckle, "Sister, I got a high score just now, aren't you happy?"

After saying that, Qiao Yimo was not emotional, but the sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

Seeing the sarcasm, Qiao Anchu couldn't help clenching her fists and said, "What do you mean? Look down on me?"

She has a score of 99.8, the highest in history!
What right does Qiao Yimo, who is blind to the piano, have to look down on her?
It's hilarious as hell!
Qiao Yimo listened to the chattering female voice, sneered at the corner of her mouth, and said, "Qiao Anchu, don't you really think that I can't understand your music?"

"Copying Liang Yin's music again and again, is it fun?"

The girl's voice was cold and indifferent, every sentence was so cold that the hairs stood on end.

When Qiao Anchu heard the words Liang Yin, she couldn't hold back for an instant, "What nonsense are you talking about? What Liang Yin? I don't know."

"I think you're just jealous of me. You're jealous that I'm Hibbert's apprentice. You're jealous that I'm favored by Dong Yan and Qiao Renshan! Qiao Yimo, let me tell you, you'll never get these things!"

Anyway, she and Qiao Yimo were already torn apart, so there's no need to hold back now, as long as she wins the championship in this competition, Qiao Yimo will no longer be her opponent!Qiao Yimo no longer had the right to stand in front of her and shout.Qiao Anchu thought to himself.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yimo put her hands on her chest and laughed outright, "You say I'm jealous?"

"What am I jealous of you? Jealous of your plagiarism addiction, jealous of your thicker skin than the wall? Jealous of your bad nature?"

(End of this chapter)