Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Jin Xuan was still muttering in a low voice: "I hate the erhu the most. Every time someone introduces me to someone who plays the erhu, I feel very embarrassed."

When Wen Qiao approached, Zhao Tong and the others were immediately on high alert.

Wen Qiao smiled, "I don't eat people, why are you panicking?"

Zhao Tong stepped back, "Don't... don't think that I don't know. You broke Lulu's nose."

Wen Qiao clenched his fist and put it in front of his eyes to examine it, "Be careful, I will send you a lawyer's letter, suing you for defamation."

Wen Qiao walked up to Jin Xuan. Jin Xuan was obviously a paper tiger who was strong on the outside and hard on the inside. She was studying under Zhao Tong, even though she was ruthless. She would be scared to death if she really met a ruthless person.

Wen Qiao put his arm on her shoulder and felt her trembling.

Wen Qiao's smile appeared on the surface, making people shudder. "It's not shameful to play the erhu. It's shameful for you who look down on the erhu."

He then said loudly, "If you are not a person who really loves folk music, you will just change your department and just... clean up the family."

There were at least seven or eight people present who had transferred from the folk music department to Western music, including boys and girls. They all looked a bit confused and did not dare to look directly at the people in the folk music club.

In a competition, Zhuang Yan and sophomore Xue Ling advanced without any suspense, leaving only one spot left.

Zhao Tong’s penultimate performance.

After she finished her performance, Lu Youyou sneered: "Miss Zhao has gone to college, and her skills are even more rusty. What kind of thing can she play?"

Finally it was Wen Qiao's turn.

Zhuang Yan sat in the corner, without lights, watching the people on the stage playing with the strings.

When she plays the pipa, she is always extremely devoted, as if she and her pipa are the only ones left in the world.

Her skills are also extraordinary.

They were the only two people in Ninth Middle School who were admitted to Yangyin with S-level grades.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that they are much better than Zhao Tong.

There are three judges in the audience. Liang Chen, the student council president, is one of them, and the other two are teachers from Yangyin.

After the song ended, there was scattered applause in the small hall. After all, almost all the people present were students of Western music.

No matter how good they play, these audiences don't want to admit it.

Wen Qiao and the others exited the stage, and Zhao Tong said angrily: "Don't have such wishful thinking. The school won't choose you to perform. After all, there are so many media present."

Lu Youyou raised his eyebrows: "If you don't choose us, why should you choose you as the laggard?"

"Who do you think is holding you back?"

"You, don't you have ears? Don't you know that the magic sound you play is ear-piercing? After you went to college, you just spent time wandering around and didn't improve your piano skills, right?"

Zhao Tong was so angry at Lu Youyou every time.

After all, Lu Youyou's ideal in life is to make Zhao Tong and Xu Lu angry to death.

"Just wait and see, see who among us can win."

Jin Xuan comforted her: "Zhao Tong, it must be you, you play the piano very well."

"Shut up, traitor!" Lu Youyou said loudly.

"you!"

Lu Youyou shouted again: "I asked someone to video record the whole process. If you, Zhao Tong, win, then there is something shady!"

"You...what are you talking nonsense about?"

"I'll tell you the truth. We rely on our ability to speak. Anyone with ears can tell how bad you are at playing. You could get an A before going to college, but at your current level, you can't even get a C. Those are all Professional-level teachers, I don’t believe they can’t hear it.”

Scoring is in full swing outside.

The staff ran to the judges and relayed what Lu Youyou said.