Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

In the quiet backstage, no one followed her brain circuit, even the school leaders were a little stunned.

The boy was grabbed by the collar by the white scorpion, looking at that face at a close distance was quite shocking, and he didn't react for a moment.

Bai Po looked at him calmly, and repeated: "Yes, Gu, Zheng?"

"Yes!" He quickly recovered.

Many things in the school are sponsored by Jiang Jing, and they especially like to buy guzhengs for the school.

There are seven or eight guzhengs of different types in the music room alone.

"Yeah." Bai Ke nodded, and she let go of her hand.

Passing the mobile phone to Lu Xiaohan beside her, slowly took off the iridium from both hands and handed it to her, politely said: "Please help me get the guzheng."

After the boy was stunned for a moment, he hurried to the next door to get the zither.

The performance on the stage has come to an end.

Bai Po smoothed her sleeves, she looked at the school leader, her cold eyes clearly showed no emotion, but her plain tone made people shudder, "Can the program be changed?"

The aggressive school leader subconsciously nodded.

Bai Po looked back, "Then change it, I'll play the guzheng."

The boy who went to get the guzheng just came over holding the guzheng.

Bai Po took the guzheng, and she looked at the brown guzheng for a long while before stretching out her hand to pick it.

Some harsh sounds, not the best guzheng, and the timbre is not good enough.

She stretched out her hand and adjusted the tone slowly.

But barely enough.

The logistics staff all understood the meaning of Bai Ke, and there was no shortage of on-site pickups and guzhengs, and it was very convenient to perform guzhengs.

They put the qin bench and brackets in place, and Bai Ke took the qin and opened the curtain to go on stage.

Ren Wanxuan, who was waiting for Bai Po to beg her, stood there, frowning as Bai Po disappeared into the background.

"Lu Xiaohan, do the students in your class know how to play guzheng?" Someone also responded and asked Lu Xiaohan softly.

Bai Po just tuned his voice with a good posture, he doesn't look like an outsider.

Lu Xiaohan was sweating profusely at this moment, and she had no strength, so she just let out a "huh".

It's just that he didn't have the confidence to answer, and he was absent-minded.

Most of the people present could see her state, looked at each other, and probably understood that Bai Jia was not very good at guzheng.

Right.

If you can, you don't need to sign up for the sword dance.

When the 15th class went outside to check the situation, the backstage discussed in a low voice, "It's too bad, the long sword has been taken away, and I still have to play the piano."

"Especially..." Someone looked at Ren Wanxuan cautiously, "She will be Ren Wanxuan next."

"Ah? Then does she know that Ren Wanxuan is performing the piano?"

"..."

Voices of doubt kept ringing in my ears.

Ren Wanxuan also understood at this time, she looked away and sneered, "I originally wanted to help her."

Since the other party would rather force herself to play the guzheng than bow her head, then she has nothing to do.

**

Outside.

Lu Xiaohan and others have come out to watch the stage.

On the stage, the piano stand and the piano bench are all set up.

Lu Xiaohan and the others stood in the corner, their faces not looking very good.

Zhang Shize didn't dare to go back to class, and only asked in a low voice about Lu Xiaohan's situation.

Lu Xiaohan stared at the stage, shook her head with a wry smile, "She has never practiced guzheng at all."

Leaving aside the Guzheng, I haven't touched the Baijia long sword a few times.

Even Ren Wanxuan, who is proficient in piano, takes time to practice every day. Bai Po has never touched the guzheng during this time, nor has he communicated with the stage in advance about the drumbeat.

The result of this guzheng performance is predictable.

Zhang Shize and others' hearts suddenly sank.

Bai Po came out from the backstage wearing a skirt, a beam of spotlights hit her cold face, and the sound in the auditorium suddenly became much quieter.

But there were still whispers.

Just like the boys standing next to Ji Heng.

They sound like they love to learn, and they have been arguing endlessly about the probability of a biological genetic disease.

"But some of her descendants are patients and some are normal..."

Ji Heng saw that Bai Ke had come out, as if he was performing Guzheng.

Bai Po didn't tell him the content of the show, so he thought it was Guzheng all along.

I heard from Ji Shaojun before that Bai Po seemed to have learned the guzheng at the Bai family, and Ji Heng had no doubts.

He turned his head, looked at the two boys who were arguing, and said, "She is a patient and her son is a patient, and her daughter is normal. It is obviously a recessive X-linked inheritance. Then her daughter and a child born to a normal person have a disease." The probability of getting sick is one in four."

The two students flipped through the answers behind——

Sure enough, it was a quarter, a recessive genetic disease with x.

They looked at the gray-haired Ji Heng, and asked in a trembling voice, "Mr., were you a biology teacher before?"

"Me? Tailor."

The two looked at Ji Heng's serious face, it didn't look like they were joking, messy: "Tailor???"

The tone sounded like he was about to cry.

"Yes," Ji Heng looked at them blankly, then pointed to the stage and said, "My granddaughter is going to perform, you two watch quietly, remember to applaud when the time comes, look, I made the clothes on her body. "

The two looked at the exquisite clothes on Bai Po's body on the stage.

Ah...is it really a tailor?

The two finally cried out.

**

first row.

When Chen Ju saw Bai Po came to the stage, he was still holding a guzheng, so he sat up straight.

Looking at Bai Ke, he didn't even blink his eyes.

Many programs were outstanding today, but Chen Ju watched them casually. He had watched many national-level live shows, such as small fights in Xiangcheng, and he could sit from eight o'clock to eleven o'clock today.

It's all for Jiang Fuli's face, and Bai Po who may have a performance.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen, who had been ignoring the show, suddenly sat up straight, and the principal was taken aback.

At the same time, the leader who came back from the backstage whispered to the principal what happened in the backstage.

The smile on the principal's face faltered. He looked at Mr. Chen who was suddenly serious, and quickly whispered to him: "This guzheng is just a student's play, so it's not as good as Jiang Jing's major. You can have fun."

"En." Chen Ju didn't look back.

Still staring at Bai Ke's stage.

Bai Ke sat on the piano bench.

Put your hands lightly on the piano stand, eyes slightly closed.

One part of the wide gradient green skirt is on the ground, and the skirt on the ground is surrounded by poppies of various colors blooming in the wind.

The restless auditorium gradually quieted down.

"boom--"

The brightest spotlight in the middle hits.

Bai Ke, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them suddenly, those eyes were not casual and careless as before, they were dark and cold, full of murderous aura.

She raised her hand, put both hands on the string, and plucked it slowly from top to bottom, and the extremely smooth arpeggio poured out from her hands!

The sound of the zither is subtle and powerful like a general.

Even people who don't understand music can feel the tense atmosphere of the zither narrating word by word.

Chen Ju in the first row suddenly stood up!

He stared at Bai Ke, his fingers were trembling, just the prelude, he could hear it——

It's white clothes!

It's the Bai family army!

"Zheng—"

The sound of the zither is getting more and more urgent!

Bai Jian hung his wrist, pinching his index finger and thumb, and the moment he pressed the string, he was decisive and crisp, and he did it in one fell swoop!

She obviously didn't wear nails, and the sound of the guzheng was not soft, but became firmer.

It can be faintly seen that through time and space, there are thousands of troops and horses galloping out!

Bai Po lowered his head halfway, his fingertips quickly slid across the strings, and his fingers shook his fingers together. His fingertips were so fast that he could hardly see clearly, and the slow or urgent, light or heavy zither sounds collided into swords, lights and swords!

The urgent and urgent sound of the zither was ups and downs, without any chance for the people in the auditorium to relax, and it turned sharply down at the highest point!

The jade finger sweeps across the place, and the iron cavalry marches out!

"Zheng—"

The last sound was like a string tightened in everyone's mind, and they almost held their breath.

The rushing voice stopped abruptly, and Bai Ke put his hands on the strings and slowly raised his head.

The only screen behind her enlarged her face, her eyes were still dark, but they seemed to be faintly red.

Even though the song had already been played, the auditorium was still completely silent.

There is only her poppies blooming on the stage, and only her peach blossom face slowly raised, which seems to be intertwined with reality into a painting after a thousand years, and imprinted into an image in the distant universe.

Bai Po pressed his fingers on the strings of the zither, and seemed to pause for two or three seconds before standing up holding the zither.

Pushing aside the hem of the skirt with one hand, thank you slightly.

At the gathering place of Class 15, Ning Xiao hugged Jiang He and stared at the stage with his mouth slightly open.

Beside him, Jiang Fuli, who was tall and tall, was also standing quietly in place, his shallow eyes that had never wavered were now filled with waves, and his fingertips were almost trembling.

In the first row, Chen Ju's eyes were almost red.

The scene was full of people from Xiangcheng, and some of them understood Chen Ju's mood.

As the school anthem of Jiangjing University, just listening to it is enough to shake people's hearts——

Think about it, this is the pre-war song composed by the young lady of the Bai family thousands of years ago and sent to the Bai family army by tens of thousands of people. Now it has been reproduced heartily and almost perfectly. Thinking about it, I feel a sense of pride in my heart!

This is white clothes.

No drums, no piano, no guitar.

Only one guzheng is needed to evolve thousands of troops.

After Bai Po stepped down from the stage, the scene remained silent for almost a minute.

Then thunderous applause poured out.

Chen Ju also reacted suddenly.

He didn't say a word, and went straight to the backstage.

Beside him, the headmaster finally came to his senses, and while following up, he asked the people around him, "Didn't you say that Bai Po is not good at it?"

This is not very likely? !

The school leader who was furious in the background just now: "..."

The two high school hosts finally recovered from the ups and downs. They walked out from behind and continued to host with a smile, "Then, please invite the last performer..."

**

Here, as soon as Jiang Fuli came out, he saw Bai Po lazily standing on the left side of the gate.

She was waiting for Lu Xiaohan, looking ahead quietly.

There is a wooden hairpin on the head, standing against the wind against the backlight.

The clothes were gently blown by the breeze.

It seems that in the next second, it can go away with the wind.

A half-yellow leaf fell gently on her shoulder.

Jiang Fuli reached out and gently picked off the leaf. The black mask was still hooked on his fingertips. He lowered his eyes and hid his whole face in the shadows. He said softly, "What are you looking at here?"

He looked in the direction she was looking at, and was blocked by a teaching building in front of him, so he couldn't see anything.

Hearing the voice, Bai Po tilted his head and replied, "Reflection."

reflection?

Jiang Fuli stood politely, his shallow eyes narrowed slightly.

"How did you get here?" Bai Po suddenly remembered, "Didn't Jiang He say you were busy?"

Speaking of this, Mr. Jiang was silent for a while.

Today is not a weekend, and the new laboratory equipment is still waiting for him, and he has been absent from work all morning.

But no one had the guts to ask Mr. Jiang about it.

Bai Ke was the first to ask.

Chen Ju didn't even dare to look at Jiang Fuli in the morning, let alone have the courage to ask, otherwise he would be packed by Mr. Jiang to the fighting arena, and Chen Ju would not have time to cry.

If he saw that Bai Po was so courageous, he would definitely look at her with admiration.

Mr. Jiang was silent during the interval.

Chen Ju from behind also chased him out.

"Miss Bai." He has always been respectful to Bai Po.

But at this time, the respect was mixed with unspeakable excitement and respect.

After he finished saying "Miss Bai", he looked up, only to see Jiang Fuli next to Bai Po.

The other party did not have the air-conditioning of "those who get close to me will die" in the morning, but the pair of eyes that swept over were still cold and alienated.

The second half of Chen Ju's words were stuck in his throat abruptly.

Bai Po slightly turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Chen Ju.

"Miss Bai," Chen Ju gritted his teeth and asked Bai Po, "You play the guzheng really well, may I ask where you learned from?"

He only listens to music, and the Chen family members seem to lack a muscle in their brains. If they want to learn Liang Ti, they will not be able to learn it. If they want to learn music, they have no talent.

The same is true of Bureau Chen.

But knowing how to play does not mean that you don't understand. Chen Ju has listened to countless professional-level performances with the old man, big and small, but none of them have been as shocking as today.

Except that it seems a bit obscure at the beginning, it gets better and better as it goes on.

The guzheng faction of the association that the Chen family has followed does not have the style of Baijia, so I want to know where she came from.

Bureau Chen was really asking the question.

Bai Po's eyes were a little weird, she looked at Chen Ju: "You play really well?"