Chapter 329

The audience, who were still shouting to replace Jiang, turned their eyes to Huo Linxi.

When the man is moving, no one dare not respect him.

The huge theater accommodates more than 300 spectators.

But at this moment, the whole theater is extremely quiet. Even the sound of a needle falling on the ground can be heard clearly.

Huo Linxi's voice was not loud, nor did he use any speakers.

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

"I want to be quiet and listen to music. Be quiet!"

People: "

When he makes a noise, everyone counsels!

I'm sorry to bother you listening to music!

wait a second!

Isn't the center of gravity on the stage in Ye Qinghuan's beautiful dance?

What did Lord Huo say? He came to listen to the music?

Soon, they thought again, perhaps because Huo felt that ye Qinghuan's dance would not be complete without music.

It was the people around him who kept making noise, which disturbed him to cooperate with the music and watch ye Qinghuan's dance.

But the soundtrack of the symphony orchestra is really too broken! It doesn't deserve Ye Qinghuan's beautiful dance.

At this time, ye Qinghuan took the microphone from nowhere and said to the people off the stage:

"Everyone, I'm sorry. The violinist hurt her hands two days ago, so she had some trouble playing the violin. Please forgive me."

"If your hand is hurt, change someone to top it!"

"If you're hurt, you have to be hard. This is the most smelly shit in the pit!"

"What on earth is this violinist? No one dares to replace her because her hands are hurt?"

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

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is the greatest luck of every musician and dancer to perform on the stage at the National Grand Theatre.

Year after year, she has always attached great importance to this performance. Even if her hands are injured, she will insist on appearing on the stage... "

"The violinist, just for a chance to show his face, affected the whole performance effect!"

In the orchestra, a cellist in his thirties gave Jiang a cold hum.

"If you pay any attention to the performance, you won't never come to the practice room to practice once!"

"Now that the soundtrack has collapsed like this, are you happy? You need Qinghuan to help you out."

"Jiang Sui, the next song is your solo. Just wait for someone to throw rotten eggs!"

Jiang Sui didn't speak. She was turning over the music score in front of her in a minute when the scene was changed on the stage.

At the beginning of the performance, she got the real music score. Before, ye Qinghuan gave her the music score. Except for the second solo, the scores of the first and third ensemble were fake.

Jiang Sui is shorthand the third song.

She has always been very calm. She had expected this reaction from the audience.

This is the reaction Ye Qinghuan wants.

Jiang Sui felt funny instead.

Ye Qinghuan gambled on his performance effect at the expense of the reputation of the whole tianwuji troupe.

Let Jiang Sui make a fool of himself.

As the chief dancer, ye Qinghuan doesn't cherish the reputation of the whole troupe.

Then, next, she let Ye Qinghuan completely ashamed.

At this time, ye Qinghuan was still speaking on the stage, "... I hope you can give year-old another chance."

"Why should we give her a chance! Her violin level is too poor!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Jiang Sui's second song is still broken! Let her drop out of Beijing!!"