Huo Ye’s Little Wild Cat is Fierce and Cute

The audience who were still shouting and demanding that Jiang Suisui be replaced all turned their attention to Huo Linxi.

When this man moved, no one dared not to respect him.

The huge theater accommodated more than 300 spectators.

But because at this moment, the whole theater was extremely quiet, and even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

Huo Linxi made a sound, but it was not loud, and he didn't use any speakers.

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

"I want to listen to the music quietly, give me all the peace!"

Everyone: "..."

As soon as he made a sound, everyone was stunned!

I'm really sorry to disturb this master listening to music!

Wait a minute!

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

How did Mr. Huo say that he was here to listen to the music?

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

It was the people around him who had been making noise, disturbing him to cooperate with the music and watch Ye Qinghuan's dance.

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

At this time, Ye Qinghuan brought the microphone from somewhere and said to the people under the stage:

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

"If your hand is injured, let someone else put it on top!"

"If you're injured, you have to fight hard. This is the most stinky shit you've ever pulled from a ditch!"

"What is the origin of this violinist? Her hands are injured, and no one dares to replace her?"

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

"Everyone, it is the greatest luck of every musician and dancer to be able to perform at the National Centre for the Performing Arts.

Suishui has always valued this performance, and even if her hands are injured, she will insist on going on stage..."

"This violinist is just fighting for a chance to show his face, but it affects the whole performance!"

In the orchestra, the cellist in his thirties snorted at Jiang Suishui.

"If you valued this show at all, you wouldn't have come to the practice room for practice!"

"Now that the soundtrack has collapsed like this, are you happy? I want Qinghuan to help you smooth things out."

"Jiang Suisui, the next song is your solo, just wait for someone to throw rotten eggs!"

Jiang Suisui didn't speak. When the scene was changed on the stage, for a minute, she was flipping through the music score in front of her.

At the beginning of the performance, she got the real sheet music. The sheet music that Ye Qinghuan gave her before, except for the second solo piece, the first and third ensemble pieces were all fake.

Jiang Suisui is writing the third sheet music in shorthand.

She has always been calm, she had long expected this reaction from the audience.

This was the reaction Ye Qinghuan wanted.

Jiang Suisui felt amused instead.

Ye Qinghuan actually gambled on his performance at the expense of the reputation of the entire Tianwuji troupe.

Also let Jiang Suishui make all appearances.

As the chief dancer, Ye Qinghuan did not cherish the reputation of the entire troupe.

Then, next, she made Ye Qinghuan feel completely ashamed.

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

"Why should we give her a chance! Her violin skills are so poor!"

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