Opening book: I am the villain Gao Fushuai

Ye Feng was stunned.

For a moment, he felt that everything about him was seen through by Zhao Gan, and his every move was completely under his control.

No matter what he does, in the end, it can only be a useless effort to please him.

Thinking of Ye Feng's heart pounding, as if Zhao Qianru was hanging over his head with a giant sword like that day in the Kendo club, the sword could fall on his head at any time, causing his head to bleed.

"Impossible...how could he be so monstrous!"

After repeating it in his heart several times, Ye Feng's heart gradually calmed down. He looked at the judges' seat, and it was useless to think about it now.

Now it's time for his judgment to come!

Give Ye Feng a chance to show off.

After Yang Chuang heard this, he looked at Zhao Qian in surprise. It was obvious that the two had enmity. Zhao Gan was a very bad boy and wanted to shame him on the stage.

However, although Zhao Gan is bad, this is not a formal competition, but a performance for students to compete against each other.

He has no reason not to help.

"In that case, how about we give this classmate a chance?"

Speaking of Yang Chuang, he also glanced at the judges around him. Everyone had a bitter look on their faces. After seeing Yang Chuang's voice, they all echoed:

"If he's really capable, that's fine."

"I have no opinion."

The crowd joined in.

There is no way to disagree. Although they may not know Zhao Gan's true identity, Yang Chuang is a real ceiling figure in the music industry. Even if he doesn't speak, it's delicious to fart in public.

People have such ability and prestige.

"dad..."

Everyone had no opinion, but Yang Le looked at his father in a daze in surprise.

Yang Le knows who Yang Chuang is.

On the sacred music stage, this old man can't tolerate the slightest stain.

Thinking of him looking at the boy sitting next to the old man.

"The Zhao family...Zhao Gan..."

A simple sentence made this stubborn old man give in, and he hadn't revealed his identity as the son of the Zhao family.

Originally, Yang Le thought that Zhao Qian was just an ordinary person born in a good family, so he never investigated what was behind the young man sitting high in their family shop.

but now.

Zhao Qian faded away from his gorgeous status as the son of the Zhao family, left the native imperial capital, and there were no suitors behind him who held him like a star.

In this way, he lost all his aura and hidden himself in an ordinary university.

But even so, he still has such power.

"It's really scary..."

What would such a person look like in the capital?

Yang Le shivered as he thought about it, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

...

At this time, everyone nodded, and Ye Feng could continue to stand on the stage. He breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed slightly to Yang Chuang: "Thank you, Mr. Yang."

"Hey! You are thanking the wrong person."

Yang Chuang immediately blew his beard and stared.

Of course Ye Feng knew who spoke for him.

At this time, he couldn't bear it anymore, but everything was for the mission.

He hypnotizes himself like this.

Then he turned his head to look at Zhao Gan, who was like watching a monkey: "Thank you! Classmate Zhao..."

"You're welcome, you can start your performance."

Zhao Qian responded lightly, as if Ye Feng was really a monkey for people to watch.

"You wait for me, I want to see how long you can maintain this haughty look after I complete this task!"

Ye Feng expressed his gratitude on the surface, but he had already thought of several ways to torture Zhao Gan.

Of course, this is after the task is completed.

Soon, Ye Feng started his performance time.

He picked up the flute and activated his ability [Sound of Nature].

In an instant, Ye Feng's temperament changed, becoming a sense of disobedience.

It was like a beggar holding a fine jade flute.

But it seems that a young man who is facing the wind from a jade tree is playing with a broken branch.

This sense of disobedience is weird, but it makes people unable to tell where it is.

The next moment, a misty flute sound spread throughout the venue, and the sound of the flute was as intoxicating as a magic sound.

"Hey! Don't say it, it's not bad."

"I didn't expect that Ye Feng would have such a skill. This time the champion is hard to predict!"

People who looked down on Ye Feng all changed when they heard his flute sound, and the change came suddenly.

But there are other objections:

"It sounds good, but don't you feel a sense of disobedience?"

"Indeed, I feel it too, but I just don't know what's wrong."

Everyone in the venue was immersed in the sound of Ye Feng's flute, but there were also some music students who saw a little violation of him.

The sound of the flute is neither long nor short, only 3 minutes.

After Ye Feng finished playing, everyone in the judges' table looked at each other, a little unsure how to score.

"This..."

Several judges and teachers got angry, and they all looked at Yang Chuang.

See how the old man will score.

It sounds good at first glance, the sound of the flute is clear and melodious, and there is still a lingering sound after the performance is accepted.

It is reasonable to say that the full score is not an exaggeration, but after listening carefully, there is a sense of disobedience.

It's as if a layman who doesn't even know how to perform the ventilation and breathing method has performed at a top level.

This is really surprising.

However, in the end they still gave the score, and the score was added by 10 points.

There were a total of five judges, except for Zhao Gan and Yang Chuang and his son, there were two other judges, one gave 8 points, and the other gave 9 points.

And Yang Le also gave a high score of 9 points.

It's a little inconsistent, but it's really good.

Now only Zhao Gan and Yang Chuang did not give points.

And Ye Feng in the stands.

Although he looked anxious on his face, he was already happy in his heart.

He looked at Zhao Qian's calm and calm appearance, and felt in his heart that the great revenge would be avenged.

"Scoring! Why don't you give it up?! Do you think that being a judge can start against me?"

Ye Feng's eyes shone with wisdom.

Originally, Zhao Gan absolutely wanted to give him a low score, but now, when he played the flute, everyone could see it, and Zhao Gan absolutely couldn't do anything.

If he gets a low score, there will naturally be some people who think that his level is not good.

In this way, Zhao Gan had no choice but to pave the way for him.

Thinking of Ye Feng, his heart became more and more arrogant.

To be honest, he was afraid of revealing his secrets just now.

His level depends entirely on his ability, and this ability itself is a technique of attacking the enemy, which belongs to the category of magic sound. Now he just weakens it many times for playing, but even so is not what he can show .

To put it bluntly, it's fake singing.

Although the sound he blows out is nice, but many details, such as the adjustment of breathing, can't help him automatically.

It's like blowing a melodious flute while panting heavily.

That's why there is a sense of incongruity.

But now, the field is completely biased towards Ye Feng, even if someone doubts it, they will never think of him having supernatural powers.

"Okay, let me see how you will deal with it next! Zhao Gan!!"

Ye Feng felt extremely refreshed.

But in the next second, he saw Zhao Qian showing a slight smile.

He suddenly felt bad.

Sure enough, in the next second, Zhao Gan said loudly in front of everyone:

"Student Ye, there is no one who can score full marks at this level? This is very unreasonable."

"So my score for Ye is..."

As Zhao Gan spoke, he showed his scoreboard.

It's 10 points! !

Now Ye Feng was completely stupid.

Isn't Zhao Gan trying to mess with him by being a judge? ? ?

Thinking about it, Ye Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration, remembering the various appearances of Zhao Gan speaking for him, and an unbelievable thought popped up in his heart.

"Did he think so at the beginning??"

"Isn't everything under his control???"

Ye Feng's eyes were fixed, and he stared at Zhao Qian's face without sadness or joy, and suddenly felt a chill on his back, and his hair stood up coldly like a demon, and the cold sweat was even more intense. It was a rush of brains to rush out, and there was a blank in my mind.

"All this is to deal with my setup?"

Ye Feng was thinking, and another idea came up.

"Where did he go?"