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Moe Academy Chapter 047 Taking the Stage

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    There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and perfect; Han Caiying is still as stunning as the first time we met, because the celebration party has already begun, many lights in the corridor on the second floor of the auditorium have been turned off, and there are only a few street lights in the corner.  The corridor was very dark, and she was standing in front of a smooth fiberglass pillar. Her shoulders were slightly leaning on each other, her dark eyes were dull, and she was inspecting the hilarious students downstairs.  The fiberglass pillars were too far away from the light and did not reflect the dazzling light. But with her standing there, this place only became more melancholy and gorgeous.

    "Nuna" Walking up to her, Song Qian frowned tightly, thinking about what happened to the beauty in front of him that made her so sad. He bit his lip and called softly. Song Qian gently  She hugged him, trying to use her body temperature to dispel the haze that filled her brows.

    Han Caiying did not resist. Instead, she raised her hand to straighten Song Qian's somewhat scattered collar. She spread her tight body and looked up and down. Her beautiful eyes stared at Song Qian with some reproach, and her gloomy face raised.  He smiled and said: "You didn't complete the homework I asked you"

    After saying that, he hugged Song Qian's back with his backhand, scraped his back with his slender fingers, buried his head in his not-so-wide, but warm and soft chest, closed his eyes, and hummed comfortably.

    "So, I will still need Noona to continue to guide me in the future." Song Qian narrowed his eyes and smiled, not caring about her blame. He hugged her waist tightly, turned to look at the stage opposite and said, "Tonight I will help someone  A friend, I¡¯m going to perform on stage later.¡±

    "Really? Then I have to watch it carefully." Han Caiying raised her head, curved her mouth, looked sideways at Song Qian and said in surprise: "Let me guess what you are performing? Singing? Or dancing."

    Song Qian shook his head, laughed playfully, and said, "No, guess again."

    "Are you going to perform in a play? It doesn't look like you can do anything else."

    "Ah, Noona, don't you know that I'm good at musical instruments? Pianos, guitars, etc., I can pick them up at my fingertips." Being looked down upon by the beauty, Song Qian showed a hint of dissatisfaction on his face, and said proudly with a pouted mouth.

    "Hey Yigu, my little man, you know? I want to bite you now, you are so cute."

    ¡°Nuna, do I look like a little man?¡±

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    Eyes are the windows to the soul. After looking at each other for a while, their smiles slowly solidified. Han Caiying gently let go of her hand, took a step back, took a deep breath, and looked sideways at the audience gathered downstairs.  Yun Danfeng said calmly: "Ask, whatever you want to ask, just ask."

    Song Qian opened his mouth to speak, but immediately shook his head. After thinking for a while, a smile came back to his solemn face, he shrugged, and then replied: "Although I really want to ask, I think it's better not to ask.  .¡±

    Han Caiying looked back at Song Qian in surprise, with a trace of confusion in her eyes: "Why don't you ask?"

    At the right moment, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang. Song Qian took it out and hung it up without leaving a trace. He hugged Han Caiying and kissed her on the forehead, saying, "I'm going backstage, I'll be there soon."  Our show is over, Noona, please wait a moment, I¡¯ll come back to you when it¡¯s over.¡±

    "Go." Han Caiying nodded, took out a paper bag folded in half and handed it to Song Qian: "Maybe you will like this."

    "Then, see you later."

    Song Qian took the paper bag, turned around and ran around the aisle towards the stairs backstage.

    Han Caiying bit her lower lip and kept looking at the retreating figure, then smiled and said to herself: "Why should I look for trouble, since I have come this far"

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    "Where have you been? It's our turn soon!" The stingy girl glared angrily at Song Qian, who was panting slightly, and asked loudly. Suddenly, she saw the paper bag in Song Qian's hand and couldn't help but wonder.  Then he asked: "What is this?"

    Song Qian shrugged, opened the fold, and took a sneak peek at the contents of the bag. He couldn't help but feel sweet in his heart. He took out a big red tomato to show off, took a bite, and replied vaguely: "Eat!"

    Cui Junxi rolled her eyes at Song Qian, wrinkled her nose and said disdainfully, "I don't like eating it!"

    "Then what do you like to eat? This?" Song Qian laughed, took out the lolita lolita that was always prepared from his pocket and said, "Here you go."

    ¡°I¡¯m going to sing later, so I don¡¯t want to eat it!¡± Cui Junxi swallowed her saliva and snorted, Alpine lollipop, only after eating it do you know the taste of first love.

    The celebration party is still in full swing. Except for the first opening show by an unknown singer, the following seven or eight programs are performed by school students.I have to say that this school has a very strong literary and artistic atmosphere. Among the seven or eight programs, not one of them is repeated, including bel canto, band rock, folk dance, modern dance, b-boy, piano solo, every performance  The level of the performers is very high, which makes people dazzled.

    Suddenly, Song Qian suddenly felt that Cui Junxi was shaking a little. She didn't know when she was biting the edge of an empty cup in her mouth, staring at the stage with focused eyes, flickering.

    "What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

    Cui Junxi put down the empty cup with several teeth marks on it, touched the guitar in his arms and said, "This is my first time on stage."

    "Oh? It's my first time." Song Qian didn't mean to make fun of her. She is a human being. She will be nervous when she steps on the stage for the first time. No one is born to be on the stage. Ever since Eve ate the forbidden fruit, human beings have become nervous.  There is an additional emotion called "shame".

    Cui Junxi blinked and asked sideways: "Are you? I don't think you are nervous at all."

    "Me?" Song Qian smiled calmly and said, "When I was studying in China, I was a very popular figure. Starting from high school, there would be a place for me on the stage at every New Year's Day party and freshman party every year."

    Of course, his original intention of learning a musical instrument was actually just to pretend to be 13. Naturally, he would not say that it was to let the majority of college girls and seniors know him, to make himself more visible, so that it would be easier for him to start.

    ¡°That¡¯s it, no wonder you¡¯re not nervous at all.¡±

    "Come on, you stingy, I will protect you on the stage!" Song Qian touched her hair, laughed and comforted her.

    At this moment, a burst of warm cheers erupted from the stage. When the two looked up, they saw several students on the stage dancing to hippop. This kind of pleasing and passionate stage can easily arouse the audience's excitement.  enthusiasm.

    "Don't worry, have more confidence in yourself. When you get on stage, you will see many, many ants." Song Qian snorted.

    "Ant¡­¡­"

    "Yes, ant."

    Suddenly, there was another turbulent sound at the scene. The noise was so loud that it almost lifted the roof of the auditorium. Song Qian felt a sudden thought and couldn't help but frown. The next show is them, the purity of "The-rose"  , can you suppress the restlessness after this enthusiasm?  Turning around and taking a look at Cui Junxi, Song Qian saw her guitar, his eyes rolled involuntarily, and a thought came to his mind.

    The passionate dance battle was over. The lights on the main stage dimmed, and a beam of headlights shone on the host's seat on the sub-stage. Several students who were helping backstage helped Song Qian put the electronic keyboard on the stage and groped in the darkness.  After a while, the stereo was connected.

    Song Qian raised his thumb to Cui Junxi who was standing in front, smiled and encouraged him, and then sat down and waited.

    Soon, under the introduction of the host, the lights suddenly flashed, and the dark stage suddenly became brighter. He closed his eyes to avoid the sudden lights. When he opened his eyes, Cui Junxi suddenly felt his legs soften.  , each person's head was shaking, like a thin ant. Cui Junxi couldn't help but chuckle after Song Qian reminded him before.

    Looking back at Song Qian, Cui Zhunxi found that he was staring at the second floor directly opposite. After shushing him to wake him up, he turned around with peace of mind and faced thousands of "ants".

    The students in the audience were still immersed in the passion of the last dance competition. Occasionally, a few bold boys whistled and shouted neatly, still thinking about the excitement.

    However, Song Qian soon asked them to calm down.

    ¡ª¡ªThe scene is very lively now. Cheapskate, can you chime in?

    ¡ª¡ªZhongyin?

    Nodding to Cui Junxi to start, Song Qian took a big breath, stretched his left and right sides to the side of the electronic keyboard, and there was a burst of chaotic sounds, from the first key of the bass to the last key of the treble, the opportunity was dazzling.  The sound waves made the whole place fall silent for a moment.

    Song Qian is not said to be better than professional keyboard players when playing electronic keyboards, but for amateur students like him, his skills are enough to shock the audience.  Brushing the keys was a gorgeous start. After the wave of sound, Song Qian's free left hand immediately touched the tone switching key of the electronic keyboard. In an instant, the crisp sound of the piano instantly turned into the dull beating of heavy metal, and the brushing of the keys  The right hand stopped immediately, and the five fingers flew up and down. The familiar melody of "Canon" was performed with the heavy metal dullness, and through the stage speakers, it suppressed the restless audience.

    The students in this school are, to a certain extent, more sensitive to music than other students who only read books for the sake of reading. For a moment, the whole audience was surprisingly quiet, and what shocked them even more was that Cui  Junxi used a very wonderful technique to interpret the story that is almost impossible to do in this way.The coming melody took over Song Qian's piano sound

    The students in this school are, to a certain extent, more sensitive to music than other students who only read books for the sake of reading. For a moment, the whole audience was surprisingly quiet, and what shocked them even more was that Cui  Junxi used a very wonderful technique to take over Song Qian's piano sound from a melody that was almost impossible to interpret in this way

    After playing the difficult tone wheel and the heavy metal "Canon", Song Qian eased his fingers, exhaled and looked at the audience off the stage, his lips squirmed, and said: Do you understand my music world?

    PS: I believe everyone will go to Baidu¡¯s last wonderful performance. Unfortunately, this is all my imagination. I don¡¯t know if there is such a performance. Huang Jiaqiang once played it on an electric guitar with bells. As for that one?  During the concert, I forgot about the electronic keyboard tones. You can do it with a quick hand. As for the heavy metal "Canon", if you are interested, you can ask your mother to listen to it. It feels good.
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