Yuan Fangguo stayed in school obediently all day on Thursday. In the evening, Yi Juntao and Sun Kejian dragged him to the college's classroom to watch them rehearse.
It is said that two programs will be eliminated on Sunday night, so everyone seems to be particularly serious during rehearsal.
What surprised Yuan Fangguo was that Zhang Nan was also there.
Zhang Nan also noticed Yuan Fangguo and gave him a friendly smile, "Yuan Fangguo, you're here too?"
Yuan Fangguo nodded. "My two roommates are also rehearsing, so I came over to take a look. Teacher Zhang, are you going to join in too?"
"I'll come over to give them some guidance." Zhang Nan said with a smile.
"Our teacher Lin talked about you and said that you are very talented. I thought the teacher would also participate." Yuan Fangguo said.
Zhang Nan smiled and said, "The party is the students' stage, so we shouldn't come and join in the fun."
"Then when teachers and students perform together, we must appreciate your talent. Although we haven't seen it, it must be very good." Yuan Fangguo said seriously.
"It's not that exaggerated." Zhang Nan chuckled, feeling somewhat pleased in his heart.
During the rehearsal, the entire classroom was bustling with noise, not as quiet as Yuan Fangguo had imagined.
Not long after coming in, it was Yi Juntao's turn.
I don’t know where Yi Juntao found the long gown, but it looks quite Republican-era when he puts it on.
Although Yi Juntao seems a bit careless on weekdays, he plays the erhu quite well on stage.
"Teacher Zhang, does he need to wear a pair of sunglasses?" As the backup host, Yang Tengtao expressed his opinion to Zhang Nan.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses?" Zhang Nan looked at Yang Tengtao strangely.
"I saw that A Bing wore glasses when he played the erhu. Maybe Yi Juntao would look better on stage if he wore glasses." Yang Tengtao said seriously.
"A Bing is blind, but Yi Juntao is not. Besides, the song he plays is not a sad one." Zhang Nan shook his head.
"That's true," Yang Tengtao said angrily.
Watching Yi Juntao's performance on the stage, Zhang Nan was quite satisfied, and Yuan Fangguo also felt that he played well, expressing the passion and unrestrainedness of the Mongolian grassland people to the fullest through the ups and downs of the erhu in his hand.
Yang Tengtao felt a little unhappy. Although there was no direct conflict between him and Yi Juntao, he could still strongly feel that there was a contradiction between them, but this contradiction had not been made clear.
Of course, it is not Zhang Nan who decides whether the contestants on the stage can perform at the evening party. There are two other teachers as well.
Yang Tengtao was turned down by Zhang Nan, so he turned to get close to the other two teachers.
Yang Tengtao is a student of the school. His father is the director of logistics, Yang Zhongquan, so most of the teachers in the school know him.
"Teacher Zhang is a little dissatisfied." Yang Tengtao shook his head.
"Really?" The other two teachers were a man and a woman, and they were younger than Zhang Nan.
"Yes, didn't you see her shaking her head just now?" Yang Tengtao said.
"I didn't notice." The male teacher shook his head.
"I saw it. Senior sister did shake her head just now." said the female teacher.
"Even if he does, he probably won't pass." said the male teacher.
"Almost." The female teacher nodded.
Yang Tengtao was delighted. He didn't expect that this sentence would have such a good effect.
After Yi Juntao stepped down from the stage, he came over to Yuan Fangguo and said with a grin, "How's Fangguo? Didn't you act like an artist just now?"
"It's almost there." Yuan Fangguo enjoyed attacking Yi Juntao.
"How close is it?" Yi Juntao asked.
"Missing a pair of sunglasses."
"Get out!" Yi Juntao's fists pounded towards Yuan Fangguo.
"Could a few students please come over and help lift the piano." Just then, Qin Yinru's voice came from the stage.
"Oh my go!" Yi Juntao quickly ran towards the stage.
"What the hell!" When Yi Juntao, Sun Kejian and two other strangers were carrying the heavy piano, he felt as if a thousand horses were running through his heart.
It took the four of them a while to finally lift the piano to the center of the stage.
Yi Juntao had learned piano for a year before. With a good attitude, he also wanted to let Qin Yinru see his artistic talent. He knew that he could not only play the erhu, but also the piano. Thinking of this, Yi Juntao's hand suddenly touched the keyboard.
"Dong" the piano made a clear and pleasant sound.
"Stop playing the piano randomly and get down quickly." Yang Tengtao finally seized the opportunity. He folded his arms and shouted coldly at Yi Juntao on the stage.
Yi Juntao was a little dissatisfied, and his expression suddenly became a little disdainful: "Isn't it just a bullet? Why are you so fierce? It's not yours."
"It's not mine, so I should blame you. What if the piano breaks? The students who are rehearsing later are waiting for it." Yang Tengtao said loudly.
"Bullshit, even if your brain is broken, the piano won't break." Such bluffing words naturally had no effect on Yi Juntao.
After saying that, Yi Juntao played a cheerful tune, which was not long, only ten seconds.
"Are you fucking deaf? Get down from here and stop pretending on the stage." Yang Tengtao said viciously.
"Fuck, are you trying to start a fight?" Yi Juntao suddenly got angry and stared at Yang Tengtao in the audience with his eyes wide open. He swore that if Yang Tengtao dared to say something again, he would definitely jump down and beat him up.
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