Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Elena doesn't care whether she wins or loses.

But there was one person whose face turned black as the audience cheered.

That is to come out and provoke Vienna first.

At this moment, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his mouth tightened, and his hands tightly grasped the armrests of the seat, with veins bulging on the back of his hands.

He doesn't need anyone to judge that he has lost.

But he and Nie Mi were both internationally renowned music masters of similar magnitude. After this incident, he could foresee that he would be ridiculed by his peers for a long time.

Vienna was having difficulty breathing when he suddenly met a pair of unruly eyes.

The girl on the stage put away her finger cots and was looking at him casually.

Vienna didn't know why his whole body froze, and he didn't dare to move in the other's sight, as if he was suppressed by the opponent's momentum. His neck weighed more than a thousand pounds and it was difficult to move.

Qiao Nian packed up her finger cots, stood up, stood on the stage with her hands in her pockets, facing the blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man, and raised her chin slightly.

You are too emotional.

Usually you are blaming Qiao for reading this paragraph.

You spoke so quietly!

Haitong turned his head with slightly surprised eyes: "Aina, is he angry?"

"This is top music."

His relatively fair face turned the color of pig liver. He didn't dare to look back at the hundreds of spectators in front of him. He only dared to look at the boys in the audience with angry eyes.

"..." The middle-aged man's face was expressionless.

You greet Ye Lan like someone in trouble: "Aunt Ye."

"He clearly doesn't have the best skills."

"?"

Haitong consciously lowered her voice.

Elena twitched the corner of her mouth to make a mocking arc, and then pressed it down slowly. She probably wanted to explain to the idiot, so she just said perfunctorily: "Teacher Sugla taught you to be able to lose. You just disobeyed the teacher." teachings.”

No one at the scene expected Qiao Nian to be so bold, directly raising his chin and confronting the so-called foreign master, but this behavior also made many people angry.

Haitong still understands.

The whistle of "Hugh~" was like a slap on the middle-aged man's face. He gripped the armrest harder, and the blood vessels in his neck bulged.

Haitong in front of me was overjoyed when she saw that scene. She clenched her fists and said, "Are you going too far? So are those people. The Vienna Junior Master is a world-renowned music master. How can we be so polite!"

Seeing you like that, Ye Lan didn't have anything to say, so he said it in front of everyone, pursed his lips, and looked at you solemnly. "But you think he has lost to the Vienna Junior Division. We are just bad atmosphere. In terms of skills, he has not lost to you at all."

Elena felt the eyes around her and reluctantly looked back at you. Feng Zhongyundan asked back: "Why are you angry?"

"Haitong?" Ye Lan called your name.

Someone on the stage took advantage of the chaos and blew a loud whistle.

"You talk about the Vienna Junior Master like this..."

Elena glanced at you and said calmly: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."

"do you understand?"

The audience in the back row who heard the sound turned to look at you, but Haitong himself didn't realize it: "You are just better at playing the instrument, and your skills are not as bad as his."

Only then did the boy, who was filled with indignation, noticed that Ye Lan was sitting in the back row. He panicked and got up quickly, without even realizing that he had done something wrong.

You yourself noticed that your voice was too soft, and few people actually heard your conversation with Elena.