The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Jiang Youchu turned his eyes strangely, and saw Yunci passing by outside the window. The students in the vocal music class surrounded her and asked what they were talking about.

"Yunci, you sing so nicely. How do you practice your voice? Can you teach us?"

"Li Wu chose you, is this true?"

"Then you are going to enter the entertainment industry?"

"Do you think you can sing in the entertainment industry?" At this moment, a voice floated with contempt.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time and saw Jiang Youchu walking out of the classroom, leaning against the door frame, and glanced at Yunci with disdain.

"There are people who can sing everywhere, and a good voice is a lot. You don't really think that you can rely on this to enter the entertainment industry, do you?"

Yun Ci was hot and irritated. There was no expression on his face, only a pale pink on his cheeks, and he said to Jiang Youchu dumbly, "You are not so good in the entertainment industry. You have to sing a song, don't you? ?"

"You...what qualifications do you have to look down on me!" Jiang Youchu gritted his teeth and said angrily: "I'm not as good as you in singing, but I can write lyrics and music. Half of the songs in the team are written by me!"

"Really?" Yunci squinted at her without saying much.

But Jiang Youchu actually saw a bit of disdain in Yunci's eyes.

Does she show disdain for her song?

Why!

Jiang Youchu put on a pretentious look: "I can make a short piece of music in ten minutes, can you do it?"

Yun Ci did not speak.

She turned directly into the classroom and sat down at the piano.

The students in the vocal music class also followed in one after another, surrounded by her, and some even took out their mobile phones to start timing.

Yun Ci didn't go in, tilted his body, and copied his pockets with one hand, but leaned lazily by the door, feeling a little dizzy in his head.

Everyone stared at the phone and counted down until the last second when Jiang Youchu pressed the piano keys, and beautiful music fluttered from her fingers.

Everyone silenced them.

They all learn vocal music, and they know how to appreciate it. Although there is only a short section, it is enough to amaze them. After all, it only took ten minutes to compose such a melodious piece.

Jiang Youchu slowly stopped, enjoying the admiring gaze of others. She wanted everyone to know that Yunci couldn't compare to her!

"Ten minutes, can it be done?" She tilted her head to look at Yunci by the door and sneered.

Yunci's reaction was light: "I don't need ten minutes."

Jiang Youchu was taken aback for a moment.

Don't take ten minutes, what do you mean?

Before she could react, Yun Ci had already stepped up to her and looked at her condescendingly, with a cold voice: "Get out of the way."

Jiang Youchu got up reluctantly and stood aside, arms around her chest, wanting to see what she could do.

A classmate next to her was holding her cellphone, thinking of timing like just now, but before she turned on her cellphone, she heard the piano sound.

Jiang Youchu's eyes widened instantly, doesn't she need to think? Just come here at your fingertips? !

The music jumped between her fingers, spreading throughout the corners of the classroom, violent and gentle collision, rush and soothing intertwined, joy and sorrow coexist.

After a short period of time, everyone was still immersed in the shock, and there was no reaction for a long time.

Anyone who has ears can understand that Yunci's music is much more advanced than Jiang Youchu's music. It uses several complicated techniques to connect and connect with each other, and it makes people unconsciously brought in.