Chapter 39 039 Bai Yi Xing (Part 2)

In the quiet backstage, no one followed her train of thought. Even the school leaders were a little stunned.

The boy was grabbed by the collar by Bai Yi. It was quite shocking to look at that face at a close distance. He didn't react for a moment.

Bai Yi looked at him calmly and repeated: "Do you have a guzheng?"

"Yes!" He quickly came back to his senses.

Many things in the school are sponsored by Jiang Jing. They especially like to buy guzhengs for the school.

There are seven or eight different types of guzhengs in the music room alone.

"Yeah." Bai Yi nodded and she let go of her hand.

He handed the phone to Lu Xiaohan beside him, and then slowly took off the silver from both hands and handed them to her, and said politely: "Please help me get the guzheng."

The boy was stunned for a moment, and hurried to get the guzheng next door.

The performance on the stage has come to an end.

Bai Di smoothed her sleeves, she looked at the school leader, her cold eyes clearly had no emotions, but her calm tone made people tremble with fear, "Can the program be changed?"

The school leader, who was originally domineering, nodded subconsciously.

Bai Di retracted her gaze, "Then change it, I will play the guzheng."

The boy who went to get the guzheng happened to come over with the guzheng.

Bai Di took the guzheng, she looked at the brown guzheng for a long time, and then reached out and touched it.

There were some harsh sounds. It was not the best guzheng and the tone was not good enough.

She reached out and tuned it slowly.

But it was just enough.

The logistics staff understood what Bai Xi meant. There was no shortage of microphones and guzhengs on site, so it was very convenient to perform guzheng.

They put the piano stool and the stand in place, and Bai Xi held the guzheng and lifted the curtain to go on stage.

Ren Wanxuan, who was waiting for Bai Xi to beg her, stood there, frowning and watching Bai Xi disappear in the backstage.

"Lu Xiaohan, do your classmates still know how to play the guzheng?" Someone also responded and asked Lu Xiaohan softly.

Bai Xi just tuned the instrument with great style and did not look like an outsider.

Lu Xiaohan was sweating all over at this time. She had no strength and only said "um".

But her answer was not confident and absent-minded.

Most people present could see her condition. After looking at each other, they probably understood that Bai Xi probably didn't know how to play the guzheng very well.

That's right.

If she knew, she wouldn't have signed up for the sword dance.

When the fifteenth class went outside to see the situation, the backstage began to discuss in a low voice, "It's so tragic. Not only was the long sword taken away, but she still has to play the piano."

"Especially..." Someone glanced at Ren Wanxuan cautiously, "She is next to Ren Wanxuan."

"Ah? Does she know that Ren Wanxuan is performing the piano?"

"..."

Suspicious voices kept coming to her ears.

Ren Wanxuan also understood at this time. She retracted her gaze and sneered, "I wanted to help her."

Since the other party would rather force herself to play the guzheng than give in, there was nothing she could do.

**

Outside.

Lu Xiaohan and others have come out to watch the stage.

The piano stand and piano stool are all placed on the stage.

Lu Xiaohan and others stood in the corner, all looking unhappy.

Zhang Shize did not dare to go back to the class, and only asked Lu Xiaohan about the situation in a low voice.

Lu Xiaohan stared at the stage, smiled bitterly and shook her head, "She has never practiced the guzheng at all."

Not to mention the guzheng, Bai Shi has not even touched the long sword a few times.

Even Ren Wanxuan, who is proficient in the piano, takes time to practice every day. Bai Shi has never touched the guzheng during this period, and has not communicated the drum beats with the stage in advance.

The result of this guzheng performance is predictable.

Zhang Shize and others suddenly felt depressed.

Bai Di came out from the backstage in a skirt, a spotlight shone on her cold white face, and the sound in the auditorium suddenly became much quieter.

But there were still people talking in low voices.

For example, the boys standing next to Ji Heng.

They sounded very studious and had been arguing about the probability of a biological genetic disease.

"But some of her descendants are patients, and some are normal..."

Ji Heng saw that Bai Di had come out and seemed to be performing the guzheng.

Bai Di didn't tell him the content of the performance, so he thought it was always the guzheng.

Ji Heng had heard Ji Shaojun say before that Bai Di seemed to have learned the guzheng in the Bai family, and he had no doubts.

He turned his head, looked at the two arguing boys, and said, "She is a patient and her son is a patient, and her daughter is normal. It is obviously an X-linked recessive gene. Then the probability of her daughter and a normal person having a child with the disease is one in four."

The two students flipped through the answer at the back -

it was indeed one in four, an X-linked recessive genetic disease.

They looked at Ji Heng with gray hair and asked with a trembling voice, "Old man, were you a biology teacher before?"

"Me? Tailor."

The two looked at Ji Heng's serious face, which didn't look like a joke, and said in a luan: "Tailor???"

The tone sounded like he was about to cry.

"Yes," Ji Heng looked at them expressionlessly, then pointed at the stage and said, "My granddaughter is going to perform. You two should watch quietly and remember to applaud. Look, the clothes she is wearing are made by me."

The two looked at the exquisite clothes on Bai Ti on the stage.

Ah... It was really tailored?

The two finally cried out.

**

First row.

Director Chen saw Bai Ti coming on stage, still holding the guzheng, and he sat up straight. He

looked at Bai Ti without blinking.

Many programs today were brilliant, but Director Chen watched them carelessly. He had seen many national-level performances, but he could sit from eight to eleven today for Xiangcheng's small show.

It was all to give face to Jiang Fuli and Bai Shi, who might also perform.

Unexpectedly, Master Chen, who had always been indifferent to the program, suddenly sat up straight, and the principal was stunned.

At the same time, the leader who came back from the backstage whispered to the principal what happened backstage.

The smile on the principal's face froze. He looked at Master Chen who suddenly became serious, and hurriedly whispered to him: "This guzheng is a student's small show, naturally not as professional as Jiang Jing's, you can watch it for fun."

"Yeah." Director Chen did not retract his gaze. He

still stared at Bai Shi's stage with his clothes on.

Bai Shi sat on the piano stool.

His hands were gently placed on the piano stand, and his eyes were slightly closed.

A section of the wide skirt with gradient green color was spread on the ground, and a circle of poppies of various colors bloomed in the wind on the skirt.

The restless auditorium gradually quieted down.

"Bang——"

the brightest spotlight in the middle shone down.

Baidi, who had kept her eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Those eyes were no longer casual and indifferent as before, but dark and cold, full of murderous aura.

She raised her hands, placed her hands on the strings, and plucked slowly from top to bottom. An extremely smooth arpeggio poured out from her hands!

The sound of the zither was subtle and powerful, like calling on generals.

Even people who don't understand music can feel the tense atmosphere of the zither's narration word by word.

Chen Ju in the first row stood up suddenly!

He stared at Bai Shi, his fingers were trembling. He could tell from just the prelude -

it was Bai Yixing!

It was the Bai Family Army!

"Zheng——"

the sound of the zither became more and more urgent!

Bai Shi raised her wrist, pinched her index finger and thumb, and pressed the string decisively and crisply, and the split and support were completed in one go!

She was clearly not wearing nails, and the zither's tone was not only not soft, but became more and more firm.

Faintly, one could see thousands of troops galloping out through time and space!

Bai Shi half-lowered her head, her fingertips quickly moved across the strings, rotating her fingers in coordination with shaking her fingers, her fingertips were so fast that they were almost invisible, and the slow or fast, light or heavy zither sounds collided into the flash of swords and shadows!

The rapid and sharp sound of the zither was ups and downs, not giving the people in the auditorium a chance to relax. At the highest point, it suddenly dropped! Jade

fingers swept across, and thousands of iron cavalry came out!

"Zheng——"

The last sound was like a string tightened in everyone's mind, and they almost held their breath.

The rapid sound stopped abruptly, Bai Shi put her hands on the strings, and slowly raised her head.

The only screen behind her magnified her face, her eyes were still dark, but seemed to be faintly red.

The song had obviously ended, and the auditorium was still silent.

Only her dancing beauty on the stage, only her slowly raised peach blossom face, seemed to be interwoven with reality into a painting thousands of years later, and imprinted into an image in the distant universe.

Bai Shi's fingers pressed the zither strings, and seemed to pause for two or three seconds before she stood up holding the zither.

With one hand, she spread the hem of her skirt and bowed slightly.

At the gathering place of Class 15, Jiang He, who was held by Ning Xiao, stared at the stage with his mouth slightly open.

Beside him, the tall and graceful Jiang Fuli also stood quietly in place, her pair of shallow eyes that had never wavered were now surging with ripples, and her fingertips were almost trembling.

And in the first row, Director Chen's eyes were almost red.

Everyone present was from Xiangcheng, and some of them understood Director Chen's feelings.

This is the school song of Jiangjing University. Just listening to it is enough to shock people's hearts. Just

think about it. This was a pre-war song composed by the eldest daughter of the Bai family a thousand years ago. Ten thousand people sent the Bai family army to war. Now it has been reproduced almost perfectly. Just thinking about it makes me feel proud!

This is Bai Yixing.

No drums, no piano, and no guitar are needed.

Only a guzheng is needed to perform thousands of troops.

After Bai Fu left the stage, the scene was still quiet for almost a minute.

Then thunderous applause poured out.

Chen Ju also reacted suddenly.

He didn't say a word and chased backstage.

Beside him, the principal finally came to his senses. He followed him and asked the people around him, "Didn't you say that Bai Shi was not very good at it?"

What do you mean by not very good at it? !

The school leader who was furious in the backstage just now: "..."

The two senior high school hosts finally reacted from the ups and downs. They walked out from the back and continued to host with a smile, "Then, please welcome the last performer..."

**

Here, as soon as Jiang Fuli came out, he saw Bai Shi standing lazily on the left side of the gate.

She was waiting for Lu Xiaohan, her eyes looking quietly ahead. She had

a wooden hairpin on her head, standing against the light and facing the wind.

The sleeves of her clothes were gently blown up by the breeze.

It seemed that in the next second, she would be blown away by the wind.

A half-yellow leaf fell gently on her shoulder.

Jiang Fuli reached out and gently took off the leaf, his fingertips still hooked on the black mask. He lowered his eyes, his whole face hidden in the shadows, and said softly: "What are you looking at here?"

He looked in the direction she was looking, but was blocked by a teaching building in front of him and could not see anything.

Hearing the voice, Bai Fuli tilted his head and replied: "Reflection."

Reflection?

Jiang Fuli stood politely, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"How did you get here?" Bai Fuli suddenly remembered, "Didn't Jiang He say you were busy?"

At this point, Master Jiang was silent for a while.

Today was not a weekend off, and the new laboratory equipment was waiting for him. He had been off work for the whole morning.

But no one had the courage to ask Master Jiang about this.

Bai Shi was the first to ask.

Director Chen didn't even dare to look at Jiang Fuli in the morning, let alone have the courage to ask, otherwise he would be packed up by Master Jiang and taken to the fighting arena, and Director Chen would not even have time to cry.

If he saw how brave Bai Shi was, he would definitely look at her with new eyes.

Master Jiang was silent for a while.

Director Chen behind also chased out.

"Miss Bai." He has always been respectful to Bai Shi.

But at this time, his respect was mixed with unspeakable excitement and respect.

After saying "Miss Bai", he looked up and saw Jiang Fuli beside Bai Shi.

The other party no longer had the coldness of "those who get close to me will die" in the morning, but the pair of eyes that swept over him lightly were still cold and distant.

The second half of Director Chen's words got stuck in his throat.

Bai Xi turned her head slightly and raised her eyebrows at Director Chen.

"Miss Bai," Director Chen asked Bai Xi reluctantly, "You play the guzheng very well. May I ask who your teacher is?"

He only listened to music. It seemed that the Chen family members were all missing a thread in their brains. They wanted to learn Liang style but couldn't. They wanted to learn music but didn't have the talent. Even someone as smart as Chen Beixuan could play the guzheng like a saw.

Director Chen was the same.

But not being able to play doesn't mean not understanding. Director Chen followed his master and listened to countless professional performances, big and small, but none of them was as shocking as today.

Except for the beginning, it seemed a little gloomy, but it got better and better as it went on.

The Chen family had followed the guzheng school of the association, but there was no one with Bai Shi's style, so they wanted to know where she came from.

Director Chen was asking sincerely.

But Bai Shi's eyes were a little strange. She looked at Director Chen and said, "You play really well?"