Inside the viewing platform.
Looking at the chaotic scene on the stage below, the originally gentle smile on Principal Liu's face gradually froze.
How does the music department respond?
This was undoubtedly a slap in the face of him as the principal.
Today’s school anniversary is not just an ordinary event. It is a concentrated display of the style and strength of Guangya students, and is closely linked to the subsequent donations from alumni.
If everything goes well, everyone will be happy and satisfied.
But if the performance goes wrong, how should the school accept donations from alumni after it’s over?
Is this the level of students that Guangya Ruo can cultivate?
So shameful.
Moreover, this was a bad start. The first performance got off to a very bad start, casting a shadow over the entire school anniversary.
The most important thing is that the alumni who came to attend the school anniversary this time included not only elites from the business world, but also two big figures from the political world.
When Principal Liu thought of this, his head felt buzzing.
"Sister Liang, something seems to be wrong..." Xu Shasha let go of Luo Liang's arm and frowned slightly.
Her eyes were fixed on the stage, trying to find a reasonable explanation from the chaotic performance.
But it was all in vain, there was no way to wash it.
Luo Liang didn't say anything, but just stood there quietly, watching the changes on the stage with calm eyes.
However, her heart was far from being as calm as she appeared on the surface.
It's her daughter who will be singing later.
How can we sing under such circumstances?
The middle-aged woman at the side slowly put down the phone that was recording, her face full of confusion, and asked:
"Is this... an innovation in the music department this year?"
However, the only response she received was silence.
Because everyone knows that even if this song has been adapted, the performance is undoubtedly broken at this moment.
The so-called "innovation" is nothing but self-deception.
Director Wang and Director Zhou looked at each other at this time, then silently picked up their teacups, sipped the tea, and did not express any opinions.
The room gradually became quiet, and a series of obscure glances were cast at Luo Liang.
After all, Luo Shuning is the deputy director of the music department. If he messes up even a small school anniversary performance... then the Luo family will be disgraced.
In the audience.
In the corridor, Feng Duo's face was pale, as if all the life had been drained out of her.
Her fists were clenched, her face was full of disbelief and anger, and her lips were trembling slightly.
Don't understand.
I really don't understand.
Why did Qu Meimei dare to cause trouble on such a crucial and important occasion today?
Why on earth?
Hadn't I been pulling Luo Shuning back again and again?
She has been doing her best to maintain the balance of the society and handling various relationships carefully, but why does this irreversible incident still happen?
The more Feng Duo thought about it, the more anxious she became. Her heart was burning with anger, and she wished she could rush up to the stage right now and strangle Qu Meimei to death.
As the minister, she is the primary person responsible for this performance.
All the glory accumulated by the music department over the years will be destroyed in one day.
Feng Duo felt that she was about to become a sinner in the music department, and the heavy pressure made her almost breathless.
䀴At this time, not far from her.
"I'm really not a troublemaker. Think about it, would Guangya's students deliberately cause trouble in such an occasion? Definitely not, right?" The speaker was a junior student with clear eyes. Since he had no classes on Wednesday, he ran to Guangya excitedly to join in the fun.
After a pause, he continued to speak to the people around him:
"This must be some kind of innovation. I was at the Guangya School Anniversary last year, and the music department was truly exceptional. I remember a guitarist with a high ponytail who left a lasting impression on me. His skillful technique and energetic performance are still fresh in my memory."
"Then let's wait and see. I'm looking forward to everything you said." The young man sitting next to the college student nodded. He was a little moved by his analysis and said it half-believingly.
"Just look at it, it's definitely innovative, otherwise I'll eat a hundred pounds." The junior student said confidently, his eyes inadvertently glancing at Feng Duo on the corridor next to him.
Eh...why does he look so much like the best guitarist in Nian?
But upon closer inspection, it is not.
The guitarist of that year exuded a lively and youthful vibe. He jumped and danced like a lively elf, so cute.
It was completely different from the temperament of the anxious and worried girl in front of him.
It's an illusion.
It must be an illusion.
on stage.
Ren Lei really wanted to drop the piano right now, run out to buy a big bottle of Coke, and come back to drink herself to the sound of this beautiful song from beginning to end.
This can no longer be simply described as "excessive".
Qu Meimei is going to completely destroy the music club.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She had clearly told the minister to replace Qu Meimei a long time ago, but her request was rejected every time.
The reason given was that apart from Luo Shuning, no one's violin could compare to Qu Meimei's, and the music department must bring out its strongest lineup for the school anniversary performance.
So they can only be patient for now.
Wait till the end of the school anniversary.
But now it’s the other way around.
It's all over.
What should Shu Ning do later?
How can we sing in such a chaotic situation?
Thinking of this, Ren Lei turned her gaze to Luo Shuning, but could only see the slightly thin back.
I couldn't imagine how ugly her expression must be at this moment.
It hurts.
However.
Luo Shuning just listened quietly to the chaotic music.
His expression was quite calm, without a trace of panic.
There was determination and calmness in her eyes, as if all this was expected.
It’s messy, make it more messy.
My memory can’t help but go back to that Sunday.
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