The participating students are very concerned about the few people who usually win the prize.
Mu Ran, a person who has caused an upsurge on Weibo, of course it is impossible for them to fall behind.
Before meeting Mu Ran, they all had doubts: Perhaps, the appearance in the video was deliberately disguised for marketing. They still have a chance of victory.
But, now, when they really saw the person, they knew¡ª¡ªthey lost.
In the video, the good-looking, arrogant and confident man appeared in front of them.
It was only then that they discovered that the real him was ten thousand times, a thousand times more beautiful than the one shown in the video!
Zhang Yang's proud and stern demeanor is seven points higher than the one in the video!
Facing such a person, they only have the idea of ??surrender in their hearts.
Everyone withdrew their gazes and silently changed their determination in their hearts: the first place is hopeless, so enjoy the stage to the fullest and see if you can get the second or third place.
Mu Ran didn't understand the changes in their mentality.
He was planning what he was going to say when he stepped off the stage in his mind.
Mu Ze came to his side at some point.
He bent down and leaned close to Mu Ran's ear, his lips slightly raised, and his voice was low and magnetic: "Young master, I really want to lock you up."
Mu Ran's hand trembled, and he almost threw the sheet music in his hand.
He raised his head abruptly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Good guy, Mu Ze is a broken pot, what's wrong with you?
Mu Ze turned his back to the contestants and only smiled at him.
The black eyes in the beautiful eyes are full of possessiveness rolling in black clouds.
In the possessiveness, there is a love that is not very obvious.
Those eyes made Mu Ran, a little heart who had experienced many battles and had been baptized by countless sick eyes, tremble.
Well.
Fortunately, he is an old fritter now, otherwise he would really be scared out of his psychological shadow and run away.
Mu Ze stared at him for a moment, and didn't seem to have the slightest intention of leaving.
Mu Ran squinted his eyes, and snorted coldly: "Crazy."
After saying that, Mu Ran walked past him without looking sideways, sat on a chair in the waiting area not far away, and began to rest.
When passing by, Mu Ran heard him laughing,
The laughter was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Laughter does not give people the slightest sense of joy, but instead has a bleak taste.
Mu Ze finally left the place without saying a word.
The back figure that disappeared in front of his eyes looked a little lonely.
Mu Ran held up the score to cover his face.
He bent his lips, with a smile in his eyes, and whispered, "Childish."
**
The competition started, and people went up to play one by one.
Those who come to participate in the competition are all students selected from various vocal music associations.
This competition is not only the personal honor of the students, but also represents the competition between the associations.
The order of the competition is carried out by drawing numbers.
Mu Qing and Gao Qianqian were sitting not far from him, chatting in whispers.
Mu Qing: "My number is 23."
Gao Qianqian held the number plate in front of her eyes like a young lady: "27."
The two turned their heads and looked at Mu Ran in unison.
The corner of Mu Ran's mouth twitched, and he took out the free game he had in his pocket.
The number is displayed in front of the eyes of the two: 32.
The two of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at each other, and whispered.
Mu Ran looked at them, a little puzzled.
These two people obviously looked at each other as if they were enemies.
During this period of time, I don't know why the relationship has improved a lot.
Girls' friendship is really strange. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com