Zhao Tong advised her: "forget it, Lulu, don't mess with Wenqiao. I think she is very powerful now. I'm afraid that the more you provoke her, the worse you will come to."

The cold light in Xu Lu's eyes suddenly appeared: "can she still have the ability of three heads and six arms, and have an eye to the sky?"

Zhao Tong has nothing to say.

Although Wenqiao has some bluffing identities, in school, she is the ordinary college student who has racked her brains with the members of their small broken society to think about how to promote folk music and how to integrate Chinese and western music.

In spring, the cherry blossoms in front of the small red chamber of Minle and the Magnolia Magnolia of Haicheng City complement each other. Several people sit on the round terrace on the second floor to practice music.

Playing the "Nutcracker" by Tchaikovsky, the cheerful and humorous music style, and the sea of flowers under the spring light, everyone is in a very happy mood.

During the break, wenjo heard footsteps from far to near.

Lu youyou looks at it. The unexpected guest is Jin Xuan.

It was Jin Xuan, the Betrayer who pushed the wind and saw the decline of folk music, kicked out his original major and turned to western music for Viola.

"Oh, rare guest. What can I do for you?"

Jin Xuan, who used to be arrogant and bossy in front of them, is now humble and flattering: "President Lu."

Lu youyou dug his ear: "ah? President Lu? Did I hear you wrong? If you have something to say, don't beat me around. "

Jin Xuan cautiously said: "well, it was not until I left the folk music department and didn't play erhu for a long time. I found out that I still care about folk music and erhu."

Wenqiao bowed his head and grinned. He was magnificent enough. He was not honest.

Lu youyou certainly won't give her face: "do you care about folk music? Heart of Erhu? Is it because I failed in the final exam last semester and failed to pass the grade of Viola in this semester, I think of the folk music that you abandoned long ago? "

Jin Xuan, who was exposed, couldn't hang on her face. "Anyway, I heard that if I want to come back, I'll have to pass the approval of President Lu. You shouldn't embarrass me. Anyway, I was born from the same root."

Lu youyou turned a big white eye without mercy: "I dare not, I dare not be the same root student as you, who is superior in western music."

"Youyou Don't you spare no effort to promote folk music? Isn't it a good thing to have one more person in the family? "

Lu youyou looked serious: "we are promoting folk music, but we don't want to stop it. We hope that the folk music department is from the bottom of my heart and loves folk music. Jin Xuan, you climbed a high branch in the most difficult time of folk music. It was you who started at that time. After you, the originally small number of folk music departments has changed a lot. To western music, folk music can't be supported alone Don't worry. You still do your best to look down on folk music, forget it? You've been yelling in front of us many times. If you don't have a good memory, I'll tell you again, you, we certainly won't accept it. Since we've transferred to Viola, we'll improve our Viola skills. If we can't, we'll quit school and have a new college entrance examination. "

Jin Xuan looks as pale as paper.

A new college entrance examination? It's terrible.

Lu youyou got up and patted her on the shoulder: "in the adult world, if you make a wrong choice, you will definitely pay the price. Think about it yourself."

"But..." What else does Jin Xuan want to say.

"You can go." Lu youyou has firm eyes.