Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 249 Qualifications [23] Wen Yingxue: I'm in the atmosphere group, what's wrong?
Facing the calm and composed Wen Yingxue, the senior sister smiled dryly and exchanged some greetings before leaving in a hurry.

Mo Qing, who was watching from the sidelines, was about to look away when Wen Yingxue raised her eyelids and met hers.

Wen Yingxue's eyes fell on Mo Qing's suona from top to bottom.

After that, the eyebrows twitched slightly.

She picked up the book and suona, got up, and walked to the end of the corridor.

Mo Qing looked back leisurely.

Leaning against the wall, she touched Jiang Ke beside her with her elbow: "I bet she will amaze everyone."

Jiang Ke understood: "The kind with hot ears?"

"Correct."

"I bet you win." Jiang Ke said kindly.

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows.

She took the half-drinked yogurt from Jiang Ke's hand, unscrewed the bottle cap, drank the rest in one gulp, and stuffed the empty yogurt bottle into Jiang Ke's hand.

"A carton of yogurt," she said.

Jiang Ke: "OK."

*
The competition was about to start, and the participating students were brought into a spacious classroom. Those who came to watch the play, like Jiang Ke, had to listen outside.

When Mo Qing entered, no one was discussing anything, but when Wen Yingxue entered, there was a lot of commotion around.

"It's the two of them."

"Could it be that you learn from others. Whatever Wen Yingxue does, Mo Qing will do as well."

"Is Wen Yingxue good?"

"I heard that he is very good at everything. Suona should also play well. He is a strong opponent."

"Where are you good at learning?"

"It's said that they used to herd sheep in the northwest, so maybe they will do a little."

"It's a bit stressful."

……

With Mo Qing's hearing ability, he could hear the arguments of these people clearly.

Those who dare to come to participate in the competition, more or less have some skills.

Some people who have heard of the custom of the Imperial City University have even started to practice suona after they learned that they were recommended or passed the college entrance examination.

They feel that Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon here, everyone should not be underestimated.

Even Mo Qing, who is a "learner".

As for Mo Qing, he thought of them the same way.

——As a half-way monk, although Mo Qing has been apprenticed to an old artist, she is like a mascot compared to her senior brothers who have practiced at a high level since childhood.

——Just for fun.

The scene was very lively. There were sixty or seventy participating students, divided into three batches.

Mo Qing was in the second batch, and Wen Yingxue was in front of her.

At the beginning of the first batch, Mo Qing listened intently, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

--That's it?
When the first batch of performances were finished one by one, Mo Qing raised his hands and rubbed his ears, his brows drooped slightly, as if he took this serious and tense competition scene as a scene of children's play house.

However, at the end of the first batch, apart from the more relaxed Mo Qing, the atmosphere on the scene became more and more tense.

"Everyone is ready."

"I'm so nervous."

"I have studied for five years. I was full of confidence, but now I want to give up the game."

"Me too."

……

Hearing these remarks, Mo Qing was a little confused.

At this level, even her most incompetent junior is not as good as her, and she is not even good enough to worship her master as a teacher... What is there to be nervous about?
Are young people's suona level so low now?

"Number 32, Wen Yingxue."

After the performance on the 31st, a senior looked at the list and raised her voice.

As the biggest source of gossip for the freshmen during the military training, the name Wen Yingxue was very popular among them.

Everyone cheered up and looked at Wen Yingxue in unison.

Holding the suona, Wen Yingxue walked to the center of the classroom calmly.

The students waited with bated breath.

Then--

They saw Wen Yingxue blowing the suona in a half-baked posture. The intermittent sound, like the cry of a dying person, made them tremble.

?

Are there such warriors among the contestants?
　I can add more tomorrow, ahhh.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)