Chapter 82

Lu Qingyi leaned back on the chair, her legs casually put on the handle of the chair, and her eyes were staring at the mobile phone. The whole person revealed that except for a careless breath.

Yang Liu: "

The performance is about to begin, but Lu Qingyi doesn't have any nervous breath. The whole person is idle, as if it's none of her business.

"Qingyi, do you need to practice?" Yang Liu said, pointing to the piano.

"No." Lu Qingyi lazily raised his eyes and refused.

Yang Liu: "

She hasn't heard Lu Qingyi play. Won't there be a problem?

"Sister, are you nervous?" Lu Jiayue trotted over, panting.

Lu Qingyi looked at Lu Jiayue and didn't speak.

"Drink some water. I was nervous when I first came on stage. You should try to relax. You can."

Lu Jiayue did a cheer up action, and then handed Lu Qingyi the mineral water in her hand.

"I'm not nervous."

Lu Qingyi's eyes were still on his mobile phone and turned a blind eye to the water handed over by Lu Jiayue.

Lu Jiayue bit her lip and looked wronged.

"Qingyi, you can go up." the headmaster hurried in and said.

I'm worried.

He wants Lu Qingyi to go up because of her full score. I hope Lu Qingyi is not surprised.

"HMM." Lu Qingyi stood up, put his cell phone into his pocket, and then walked out slowly.

Headmaster: "

Yang Liu: "

Don't be so casual, okay?

The headmaster asked, "Miss Yang, how is Lu Qingyi playing?"

"Headmaster, I haven't heard her play."

Willow's heart was like an ant biting and suffering badly.

Headmaster: "

Don't practice?

The headmaster began to doubt whether he should not let Lu Qingyi go.

Lu Jiayue's smile gradually widened when she heard the speech, and she mocked Lu Qingyi in her heart.

"Jiayue, if Lu Qingyi has an accident, you'll go up."

The headmaster saw Lu Jiayue on one side and said quickly.

Then it's an entertainment.

Lu Jiayue said, "I see, headmaster."

——

Lu Qingyi stepped onto the stage. She sat in front of the piano and the light hit her, adding a trace of air conditioning to her.

"Headmaster Guo, is this your first grade?"

A gray haired man over forty asked.

"To the Secretary, she got full marks in the last mock exam."

President Guo said with some pride.

When it comes to the good students in the school, he, the headmaster, feels a light on his face.

He looked at the girl sitting in front of the piano and frowned. Why does he always think the girl on the stage looks familiar?

Lu Qingyi glanced around and frowned gently when he saw Xiang Dynasty.

She put her hands on the strings and a disorderly string of music sounded.

I haven't touched the piano for a long time. Lu Qingyi gently closed his eyes, and then his fingers moved slowly.

It was slow at first, and then it got faster and faster.

Lu Jiayue looked at Lu Qingyi on the stage with an incredible face.

How is that possible? How is that possible?

How can Lu Qingyi play the piano so well?

Moreover, this song was originally created in June, called untitled. It is very difficult, and few people can imitate it. She practiced for a long time. Now she only knows some fur and can't play that feeling at all.

How can Lu Qingyi play? But also play so well, and the feeling of playing in June is the same.

Xu Boyan gently lifted the corners of his lips. His little girlfriend was still wearing a little vest.

After Lu Qingyi played the song, Xu Boyan knew that Lu Qingyi must be June. He wouldn't hear it wrong.

No one can imitate the playing technique of June, at least for now.

President Guo was also particularly shocked. He was ready to change.

Willow breathed a long sigh of relief, but also shocked.

Lu Qingyi is really a treasure girl. She really gave her a lot of surprises.

At the end of the song, many people still have endless aftertaste.

"Ah, June."

"June song."

"It sounds great. It's great."

"My God, this is really a fairy song."

"June."

"Did I see my idol?"

"I want another one."

After a while, applause broke out and the senior three students shouted loudly.

Good grades, beautiful people, good figure, good lectures, good piano

They suddenly found that Lu Qingyi seemed to be better than Lu Jiayue.

Lu Qingyi is like a treasure girl. When she first came to No. 1 middle school, she said she would not study in junior middle school, but she got a neat score in the exam.

The simulation test gave a full score of the whole subject, hit many people in the face, and gave lectures to the people in this class. I heard it was better than the teacher said.

Now another piano song hit many people in the face and shocked many people.

"Qingyi, here." President Guo waved to Lu Qingyi.

Asked the emperor, "Qingyi?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce to the secretary. Lu Qingyi, the first in our grade, just played the piano."

President Guo remembered that he had not told Xiang Dynasty Lu Qingyi's name.

He trembled slightly at the corners of his mouth. The tea cup in his hand was almost unstable for a long time.

Why did the little ancestor come to No. 1 middle school? Isn't it obvious to bully people.

"Qingyi, this is secretary Xiang."

When Lu Qingyi approached, President Guo introduced Lu Qingyi.

"Hello, to the secretary."

Lu Qingyi's tone was still cold. She deliberately bit the word secretary.

"Dare not dare not dare."

He quickly waved his hand to China and said in a polite tone with a little caution.

He dared not act as secretary in front of Lu Qingyi, although his position was indeed so.

President Guo: "

How did he feel that the secretary was so polite to Lu Qingyi? It seems that Lu Qingyi's role is the same as that of Xiang Dynasty.

"Qingyi, have you been busy lately?"

Xiang TianChao didn't care if President Guo was present. He asked directly.

His tone is familiar.

Speaking of his position, he still entrusted Lu Qingyi with his blessing. Without Lu Qingyi, he could not rise so fast.

"It's OK." Lu Qingyi took out his mobile phone and knocked several times on the screen.

Her attitude is cold.

"To the Secretary, do you know each other?" principal Guo laughed twice.

"Yes, Qingyi is my... Niece..."

In fact, what he wanted to say was that Lu Qingyi was my boss. When he gave Shanglu Qingyi cold eyes, he swallowed what he wanted to say.

Well, Lu Qingyi won't let him say. Then his uncle doesn't deserve to speak.

With a slight sigh in my heart, my little ancestor just likes to keep a low profile.