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

There were whispers from the front row: "What a beautiful girl."

"I play the pipa really well too."

"I feel good playing the pipa, it feels very elegant."

Fu Nanli gently twisted his fingertips and stared at the people on the stage intently.

The light was still only on Wen Qiao, but in the darkness, the sound of the drums increased from weak to strong, and gradually became more intense. Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and the battle seemed to be unfolding before their eyes.

The sound of fighting by the dark river seemed to ring in my ears.

Immediately afterwards, all the lights on the stage came on, and a melodious flute sound came from the horizon, which alleviated the solemn atmosphere of the massacre. The guqin was loud, rich, as grand as a copper bell, and its overtones were as transparent as beads.

Four different musical instruments work together seamlessly, creating climaxes one after another.

This is an audio-visual feast.

An exciting Ambush from Flying Daggers came to an end, and thunderous applause erupted in the venue.

This is different from that at Yangyin. Students at Yangyin admire Western music. Even if Wen Qiao and others perform well, they will not receive warm applause.

The audience here is objective and impartial.

Applause is the greatest affirmation for them.

Immediately afterwards is a gentle, graceful and sentimental song [Butterfly Lovers].

Butterfly Lovers is a household name, and the audience resonates with it. They also contributed a super high-level performance, and bursts of applause filled the venue from time to time.

Xu Lu also came. She was wearing a mask and sitting in the corner. Zhao Tong asked her to come over and said there was a good show to watch today.

After her nose was injured, she couldn't bring herself to do anything, not even surfing the Internet. But Zhao Tong said that Wen Qiao would make a fool of herself today, so she couldn't miss it.

But when she arrived, she didn't see Wen Qiao making a fool of herself, only that she was in the limelight.

The applause and praise sounded extremely harsh.

Finally, the song "Butterfly Lovers" came to an end, and the applause lasted for a long time.

Xu Lu couldn't help but rolled her eyes, a group of ignorant people.

Finally, it was time to ask questions, and the staff handed the microphone to a man in a suit in the second row.

The man stood up and asked directly: "Is this classmate Wen Qiao who plays the pipa?"

The staff handed the microphone to Wen Qiao: "Hello."

"I would like to ask, what do you think about the fact that you are Teacher Mu Yue that has been widely circulated on the Internet?"

Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat, was this arranged by Zhao Tong and the others?

Let her ride a tiger and be unable to get off?

How come these people can't live without causing trouble for a day?

Silence, at least half a minute of silence, it was a quiet moment.

Zhao Tong and Jin Xuan looked proud. Wen Qiao was neither admitting it nor denying it. If she admitted it, she would be slapped in the face by Hai Mao. If she didn't admit it, the netizens on the Internet would definitely accuse her of hyping things up and putting gold in her own face.

Xu Lu's expression turned serious.

Is this what Zhao Tong said is there a good show to watch? Let Wen Qiao make a fool of himself?

Somehow, she had a bad premonition in her heart. Wen Qiao had composed the song, and the song "Xingxing Bridge" was her own because it was very popular in school.

It shows that Wen Qiao has the ability in this area.

She had been reluctant to think about this before, because she didn't dare to think about it carefully, and because she didn't want to have anything to do with Mu Yue and Wen Qiao.

But now, the question came to Wen Qiao's lips.

This made her a little panicked and she had to think about it.

Is it possible that Wen Qiao is Mu Yue?

Too possible.

First, she can compose music;

Second, Shang Fan clearly said that Mu Yue was a student of Yang Yin;

Third, at the welcome party, Shang Fan and Wen Qiao performed together.

Xu Lu's face was very ugly, her breathing was stagnant, and she looked nervously at the people on the stage.

Hopefully she's overthinking it.

"Classmate Wen Qiao, are you Teacher Mu Yue?"

The male reporter sounded a bit gloating, as if he was waiting to see her embarrassed.

Wen Qiao's eyes were lightly closed, but suddenly, he raised his eyes to look at the male reporter and spoke firmly——

"Yes...I am Mu Yue."

The whole place was in an uproar.