Master's Beautiful And Confident Wife

The teacher gave a speech.

Other students in the auditorium turned their heads and looked at her strangely.

Mu Shinian ran all the way.

Her face was covered with a layer of fine sweat. Several hairs were pasted on her cheeks. Her body was slender and her skin was snow-white lined with a red skirt. The whole person was like a princess running away.

Mu Shinian took a breath, held the violin, walked over step by step, and then came on stage.

The teacher was a little angry.

She tried to explain politely: "this classmate, you are late. According to the regulations, you want to..."

Mu Shinian picked his eyes: "the regulations say that I am absent for no reason. What if I have a reason."

The host frowned. She looked at the organizer hiding behind the curtain and asked him for his opinions.

The organizer's face was also strange.

He nodded to the host.

The host understood and spoke gently: "please explain what you have delayed. Mu, please say well first. We will check the reasons you said."

"My piano was broken and thrown into the river."

Mu Shinian slowly opened his mouth.

As soon as this sentence came out, it was quiet in front of and behind the stage.

Mu Shiran stood in place and his whole face turned white.

Through the broadcast, she clearly heard mu Shinian explain to the host, the jury and the students in the whole auditorium: "the string is broken, scratched and can't play. I asked my friend to help me borrow a piano again. I have entrusted the broken piano to the academic affairs office."

The host was stunned.

The organizers obviously didn't expect this.

The students at the bottom were even more shocked.

"Shit, who!"

"Who is so wicked!"

"Villain, absolute villain! Is this how worried she is about winning the prize?"

"It's hard to say. She may have made it herself. Just to add drama to herself and deepen others' impression of her."

"I said, do you want to be so insidious? What if someone really wanted to fix her."

The discussion became more and more intense.

The host coughed and reminded everyone to be quiet. Then he gave a look to the organizer.

The organizer nodded slowly.

The host said, "we'll send someone to check the relevant situation immediately. Since there are still students to perform below, please play first."

"If the situation is inconsistent, we will not only cancel your competition results, but also circulate criticism in the school."

Mu Shinian nodded, "I know."

The host held an inviting posture and stepped back.

Mu Shinian took a deep breath. He ran too fast and his heart was still beating.

She sat in her chair, arranged her violin and was about to play when her eyes suddenly fell on the door.

Thin shallow leaned on the door and slightly hooked her lower lip.

So far apart, those students below seem to have become air. They only see one of them in the small four-dimensional world.

Mu Shinian's lips also aroused a smile, vomited out, closed his eyes and began to play.

This was written by her on a whim in the sunny winter afternoon a long time ago.

The sound of the piano is very melodious, but it is like a lover who has been in love for many years. For one reason or another, he finally lost to fate, the reluctance to give up when leaving and the sadness of never seeing him again.

In just five minutes, from the joy of falling in love to the pain of parting, they are condensed in this song.

Five minutes.

The last scale is radio.

The audience forgot to applaud.