Rebirth of a Counterattack: Godly Doctor Shizi Fei

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Chapter 983

Rongyue was surprised: "Uncle, do you know the owner of Sima?"

The old man hummed: "It's not just knowing, we are still old acquaintances, then-" When he got to his lips, he swallowed back again. He didn't want to mention it again, after all, it was not a glorious thing.

"In short, there must be a shadow of this contest. As you have heard, he must have been organized for the purpose of making his son famous and keeping Baoqin in the clan."

Rongyue frowned: "What can I do? I'm here for Baoqin. If they come out like this, wouldn't it be impossible to win anyway?"

Seeing her distressed face, the old man thought of her own pain at that time, and asked, "Do you really want Jinlang Baoqin so much?"

Rongyue nodded: "I really want it."

The old man said: "Then I will help you, and I will also take a bit of anger for myself."

Rongyue laughed secretly in his heart, the goal was achieved, and the process was smoother than expected. It seems that Master Liu has not let go of his resentment for the past 20 years. Perhaps this time, the two of them can shake hands and make peace. Open the misunderstanding of the year.

The old man took out a harp that he had treasured and handed it to Rongyue: "It was passed to me by my father. The harp is made of high mountains and cold iron wood. The sound quality is like the sound of golden jade. It is very special. It has it. And, plus your skill, you will surely be able to win the championship. At that time, I will go to the final match myself. If they should do anything, I will not spare him. "

Rongyue was flattered and repeatedly rejected: "This can make it impossible, how can such a precious treasure be easily given to me, you can take it back, I use my own piano very well."

The old man pushed back again and said, "I'm not giving it to you, I'm borrowing you. You have to pay me back when you're done. Don't worry about it."

Seeing the old man's so serious look, she no longer refused, but seemed to be self-righteous.

"Well then, I'll take it. I hope you will be there when the final match." She put down fifty-two silver tickets and left the piano carrying two pianos.

After Rongyue left, the old man thought more and more wrong, what did he just do? He had a fever in his head and gave his most precious thing to a stranger? He doesn't even know what his name is and where he lives. . .

Seven days later, the final match.

The old man came as promised. Qi Rongyue was standing in the crowd carrying the piano that the old man lent to her. Seeing that the old man was coming, he hurried forward: "Uncle Liu, are you here?"

The old man saw that she was indeed there, carrying his own piano on his back, and he was relieved that he did not have the old eyes to faint and misunderstand.

"Well, play well for a while, don't let me down." Although the old man was stiff, his eyes were soft, which reminded her of how Master looked like when she entered Laiwu Mountain to study at the beginning of the year.

The master's temper is also stubborn, much like this uncle Liu.

She felt a touch of affection in her heart and laughed: "After winning the game, I invite you to drink."

The old man did not refuse, nor did he agree, his gaze turned to the field. The owner of the Sima had already arrived. He just sat down, and his gaze fell on Uncle Liu.

The two met with each other, as if a burst of sparks exploded in the air.

The owner of Sima was not malicious to Liu Bobo, but just to create a tense atmosphere, so that Liu Bobo could not see anything, so he deliberately glared.

The effect is naturally obvious. Uncle Liu turned to her and said, "No matter what, you can't lose to Sima Changfeng today."