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Chapter 145 Do you want to transfer to a music specialty student?
Until the end of the inspection, the official car slowly drove away from Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School without any incident.

This really surprised Zhong Xilu.

"I thought my dad would mention you and chat with you." Zhong Xilu couldn't help but say after the show.

"How is that possible in that kind of situation?" Bai Yang laughed.

"How is it impossible?" Zhong Xilu curled his lips.

She knew her father well. He seemed open-minded but was actually very stingy. As the only person in the family who opposed her and Bai Yang being together, he would not miss any opportunity to keep Bai Yang away from him.

He certainly wouldn't embarrass Bai Yang in person, but his father would definitely do such a trick as using the excuse of encouraging student representatives to actually use his power to pressure others and show the difference in status!

After all, the last time he invited Bai Yang to his home, if Zhong Guiqing's question hadn't interrupted Lu Hansong's rhythm, he would definitely find ways to show the difference. From the box of Houkui tea that he had prepared long ago, which he usually didn't want to brew, Zhong Xilu could see his little thoughts.

Moreover, when inspecting just now, Zhong Xilu clearly noticed that Lu Hansong's eyes lingered on Bai Yang many times. She began to think about how she should help Bai Yang deal with any attack made by the other party.

It ended so lightly.

It was not until he returned to the classroom that Zhong Xilu reacted.

I think I was thinking too simply.

Normally, Lu Hansong would not need to participate in this kind of procedural inspection. But since the other party has shown up, there is no need to do anything more, as the purpose has been achieved.

If it were any other boy, this wave of pressure would probably be overwhelming, but as for Bai Yang——

She turned around to look at the guy who was chatting enthusiastically with Li Yang and breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no way this guy would feel any pressure because of his family background!

Bai Yang really didn't care about these things. Lu Hansong's appearance was a bit unexpected, but he quickly put it out of his mind. He had more important things to do.

The auditions for the New Year’s Day cultural performance are about to begin.

After the afternoon class, Bai Yang went back to his rental house, put on his new guitar which he had bought at the music store, and walked into the Cultural Building.

The interview was held on the fourth floor, which was not the same floor as the painting studio. Bai Yang had never been there before, and was surprised to find that there was a dance studio on this floor.

Although a lot of the wooden floor in the dance studio was warped, and the piano in the corner was very old, it was obvious that no one had used it for a long time.

After all, the school's music and dance students are all receiving off-campus training.

The interview took place in the dance studio. There was a table against the wall with several teachers sitting at it.

They were all faces he had never seen before, but Bai Yang could probably guess that there should be someone among them who had more free time than the physical education teacher and the art teacher—the music teacher.

At least in the first year of high school, there are physical education classes, and there are two art classes at the beginning of the school year, but music classes are not even on the timetable.

As for the dance teacher, Bai Yang believes that Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School may not have this position.

However, programs that interview students do not need to be too professional. After all, the quality of the programs varies a lot.

For example, a talented person who was performing poetry recitation stood very straight, and the expression on his face was even more powerful than his voice.

It was more of a comedy performance than a poetry recitation.

Bai Yang could clearly hear the uncontrollable laughter of the other people waiting for the interview.

“Full of emotion and vivid expressions.”

The judges also tried to hold back their laughter and commented: "But your Mandarin is too poor. You won't pass."

"Keep working hard, next one." She looked at the registration form in her hand: "Yan Ziqian from Class 488, piano piece "To Alice"."

A girl wearing glasses and pigtails squeezed out of the crowd. It seemed that there were too many people and she was a little nervous, so she lowered her head.

"Let's start the performance." The judge pointed to the piano in the corner.

Yan Ziqian nodded, took a deep breath, and sat in front of the piano.

Then, ten fingers jumped on the black and white keys, and melodious piano sounds rang out.

The surroundings gradually became quiet.

The students could not tell the specific quality of the piano playing, but it was easy to tell whether the playing was smooth or not. Even though the sound of the old piano was a bit muffled, Yan Ziqian's level was in sharp contrast to those who had performed before.

Until the last note ended, Yan Ziqian stood up nervously and faced the judges.

"Have you studied this professionally?" the judge asked with a smile.

"I started practicing it in elementary school." Yan Ziqian said in a low voice.

"The level is not bad, but a little too nervous. I need to adapt myself." The judge made a check mark on the registration form: "To be determined."

It is naturally impossible to pass directly. After all, there may be other piano solos later, and the best ones need to be selected.

"Next, Bai Yang from Class 499, will play and sing "My Deskmate" on guitar."

Yan Ziqian was stunned for a moment, then reflexively lowered her head and hurried back to the crowd. Then she turned around and saw Bai Yang walking slowly into the middle.

"Did he attend, too?"

She couldn't help but clench her fingers, "Then he was watching my entire interview just now?"

"The clothes I wore today are a bit casual. I didn't play a few notes properly just now."

She suddenly became a little anxious, but then she sighed: "They don't even know me, let alone care about these details."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but keep her eyes fixed on Bai Yang.

Bai Yang took out his guitar slowly, put it on his back, and then tested the pitch skillfully. Then he politely said to the teacher, "I'm ready."

"Let's get started." The judge looked at Bai Yang's image and showed a hint of appreciation.

The situation of guitar singing is very common. There have been several performances before, and even one is pending. However, the boy in front of him is undoubtedly the best in terms of image.

What’s even more rare is that he is the only one who doesn’t seem nervous at all, as if he is very used to performing in front of others.

Bai Yang was naturally not nervous. This kind of interview was just a small occasion for him. He played and sang the song steadily, and his guitar and vocal skills were impeccable, so much so that the faces of the guys waiting in front of him became increasingly gloomy.

Unlike piano playing, it is very easy to tell whether singing is good or bad, and it is obvious that Bai Yang's level is absolutely unique among students on campus.

When the song ended, thunderous applause broke out all around.

The judges also clapped their hands out of respect:

"The playing is very good, clean, clear and precise, and the singing is even better, with rich voice and emotion, and the technique is very mature."

"Your name is Bai Yang, right? Would you consider switching to a music specialty student?"

The King will not ring the bell today: "I want to ask everyone, do you want to set up a reader group?"

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