Huo Ye’s Little Wild Cat is Fierce and Cute

The audience who were still shouting and demanding to replace Jiang Suisui all turned their eyes to Huo Linxi.

When this man is moving, no one dares not respect him.

The huge theater accommodated more than 300 spectators.

But because at this moment, the whole theater is extremely quiet, and even the sound of a needle falling on the ground can be heard clearly.

Huo Linxi made a sound, not loud, and did not use any speakers.

His low, magnetic, but extremely arrogant voice fell in everyone's ears.

"I want to listen to the music quietly, all quiet for me!"

Everyone: "..."

As soon as he said, everyone was persuaded!

I'm really embarrassed to disturb this master listening to the music!

Wait a minute!

Isn't the focus of the stage on Ye Qinghuan's beautiful dance?

What did Huo Ye say, he came to listen to the music?

Soon, everyone thought that it might be because Ye Qinghuan felt that Ye Qinghuan's dance would not be complete without music.

It was the people around who were making noise all the time, and bothered him to watch Ye Qinghuan's dance in line with the music.

But the soundtrack of the symphony orchestra is really broken! It's not worthy of Ye Qinghuan's such beautiful dance.

At this moment, Ye Qinghuan didn't know where to get the microphone, and said to the people off the stage:

"Everyone, I'm sorry, the violinist hurt her hands two days ago, so when she played the violin, she was a little struggling. Please bear with me."

"If your hand hurts, I'll switch to another person!"

"If you are injured, you have to be hard. This is the most stinky **** pulled from the pit!"

"What the **** is this violinist? No one dared to replace her with her hands injured?"

Ye Qinghuan held the microphone in both hands, and her voice sounded again:

"Everyone, to be able to perform on stage at the National Grand Theater is the greatest luck for every musician and dancer in their lives.

She has always valued this performance at the age of year. Even if her hands are injured, she will insist on appearing on the stage..."

"This violinist was just for the chance to show his face, but it affected the whole performance!"

In the orchestra, a 30-year-old cellist snorted at Jiang Suisui.

"If you value this performance at all, you won't miss the practice room for practice!"

"Now that the soundtrack has collapsed like this, are you happy? And Qinghuan will help you round the scene."

"Jiang Suisui, the next song will be your solo, just wait for someone to throw a rotten egg!"

Jiang Suisui did not speak, changing scenes on the stage. Within a minute, she was flipping through the sheet music in front of her.

At the beginning of the performance, she got the real score. The scores given to her by Ye Qinghuan before, except for the second her solo, the first and third ensemble scores, are all fake.

Jiang Suisui is writing the third score in shorthand.

She has always been calm. She had expected it a long time ago, and the audience would react like this.

This was the response Ye Qinghuan wanted.

Jiang Suisui found it funny instead.

Ye Qinghuan actually bet on his performance, at the expense of the reputation of the entire Tianwu Ji Opera Troupe.

Also let Jiang Suisui make a fool of herself.

As the chief of dance, Ye Qinghuan didn't cherish the reputation of the whole troupe so much.

Then, next, she let Ye Qinghuan completely lose herself.

At this time, Ye Qinghuan was still speaking on stage, "...I hope everyone can give Suisui another chance."

"Why should we give her a chance! Her violin is too bad!"

Suddenly, someone shouted: "Jiang Suisui's second song is still broken! Then let her drop out of Jinghua!!!"