The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

But I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Zhao Yuan.

Lin wanwan sat in front of the piano, and her aura changed. In between, she raised her hand gracefully, and the melodious piano music flowed out of her fingertips.

Each note seems to beat a beautiful melody by itself, and Lin wanwan is like a magician, commanding these notes gracefully.

Looking at her, she seemed to be immersed in this beautiful melody and integrated into these notes.

She is playing the piano, but it seems that she is not.

It seems that everything is natural.

Zhao Yuan was stunned there directly.

From the curtain of the backstage, she saw the ecstatic expression of the audience below.

She was going crazy with jealousy.

Is this the so-called talent?

Is this the little thing they lack in evaluating themselves?

Why obviously she works so hard, but she still can't compare with Lin wanwan?

Why?

Zhao Yuan felt that every cell in her body was shouting.

There is no need to compete at all. She knows that if she plays later, she will definitely lose.

At this moment, Zhao Yuan has been defeated by Lin wanwan's almost perfect performance in momentum.

This is just a rehearsal.

Although even those players were full of fighting spirit, their emotions were high and excited.

What kind of feeling is this?

I've never been so cheerful.

When the performance came to an end, the whole audience stood up.

Lin wanwan smiled faintly, stood up and bowed to the audience who applauded hard under the stage.

As a result, she stepped down, and the applause did not stop.

The audience wanted her to be on the stage again.

Zhao Yuan's face suddenly turned bad.

"Wan Wan, then go up again." Hu said with a smile.

Although it was an audition, I didn't expect that it was a great pride for Mr. Hu.

Those who originally opposed it have stopped talking.

Zhao Yuan had heard Hu min'er's performance before, and they naturally knew Zhao Yuan's level.

There is a little thing missing.

And this is really the most important thing.

Now, in Lin wanwan's body, this thing has been amplified and used.

And bloomed a dazzling light.

"Teacher Zhao..." Zhao Yuan looked at the male teacher who helped her speak with a pale face. She saw that the teacher was also looking at Lin wanwan on the stage with a gloomy face.

I thought I could hit Mr. Hu with this thing, but I didn't expect it. Instead, I hit myself in the face.

What else need to be compared with such a scene?

Zhao Yuan doesn't need to play at all. It's just an insult and a slap in the face.

"Stop talking." Teacher Zhao looked at teacher Hu not far away reluctantly. "Don't think about the performance. Let's find another chance."

"But..." Zhao Yuan turned pale and wanted to say something, but she was frightened by teacher Zhao's expression.

"Zhaoyuan, that's what you love and I want." Teacher Zhao said faintly.

Zhao Yuan was shocked.

"I... know." She lowered her head, her eyes full of reluctance.