Reborn in the 1980s: A scientific research leader cultivates the land to serve the motherland

Chapter 471
Under the light, An Ning stood with her left leg bent, her right leg crossed over her left leg, and her erhu leaned slightly on her right leg.

The standard posture of playing the erhu, but... there is no chair under her buttocks.

Many people in the front row poked their heads and looked forward curiously?Is this test a combination of magic and erhu?

Just when everyone was wondering, the erhu sounded.

Seeing An Ning's arm gently pulled, the same horse racing tune, different sensory experience, made everyone below stop thinking.

It was supposed to be an invisible sound wave, but accompanied by the high-pitched tune, it rushed towards the auditorium wave after wave. They seemed to see thousands of troops, riding the wind and waves, overcoming thorns and thorns.

"what---"

"oh----"

"Bagga!"

In a burst of exclamation, the word "Baga" was particularly conspicuous. The principal of Beijing City University and several leaders had pinched their thighs, so they restrained their instinct to scream.

After stopping them, several leaders agreed and turned to look at the foreign friends, speaking comfortingly.

"Fake, you don't need to chant a spell to protect yourself."

"Yes, the child's skills have been greatly improved by accident."

"I said earlier that there is no need to pull so well."

"Go back and criticize her."

After finishing a few sentences, the headmaster looked at the interpreter beside him and said, "Ah, an interpreter?"

"Huh? Yes."

The interpreter closed his eyes and translated in a murmur.

Sure enough, in the next second, he saw a few friends next to him with very bad expressions.

At this time, the principal insisted on showing the humanistic care of Beijing University, and kept asking: "You look bad, are you okay?"

After asking several times, the principal got the answer that it was nothing.

The performance continued at this time. An Ning had already stood up completely, with the erhu stuck at her waist, and she walked from the back to the front. Every step she took, the scene changed.

I don't know when, the fantasy of horse racing has changed.

The figure of the man running the horse has changed, the clothes, the lifelike blood, the high fighting spirit, as long as there is only one person, he will fight to the end, making the hall extremely quiet.

The man on horseback, wielding a big knife, charged forward with arrogance.

"what----"

"Is the bean wash attached to Tasi Kamisa, but it can be attached to Kulie Nakata!"

"Dete! Dete!"

The foreign guests were so frightened that they stood up from their chairs, wishing they could perform a flying technique on the spot and disappear in seconds.

The voice in his mouth became louder and louder. The interpreter dutifully stood up vividly, imitating the posture of several foreign guests, and translated in tone.

"Help me, my lord god!"

"Go away! Go away!"

"Help me—"

"Help!"

The interpreter's dedicated translation work made everyone laugh, but at the same time, they felt happy.

Let you scare our principal, you deserve it!

"Drip----"

A loud, soul-stirring wave came out from the backstage, and Jiang Xia appeared on the stage.

The moment An Ning appeared on Jiang Xia's stage, a mental wave quickly enveloped her and spread sound waves.

When the suona comes out, who will fight for the front.

Its unique rhythm, sometimes like a ray of breeze, sometimes like surging waves.

Jiang Xia blew the suona and walked to An Ning's side. The two looked at each other, and the style of music suddenly changed.

"Hey, this tune is so familiar."

"Aren't you familiar with it? When my grandfather died, it was this tune."

"Ah... that's right, when my grandma passed away, it seemed to be the same, but it didn't sound grand."

It was supposed to be a song of mourning and music, but under the influence of An Ning, it played out the tragedy and the pattern.

The fantasy of sprinting to kill the enemy changed again, and the foreign guests below were also pulled enthusiastically by the principal and several leaders, and they sat in their original positions, unable to move.

listen!
Listen to me!

By now, if they haven't seen An Ning's intentions clearly, they are not worthy to be the leaders of this school.

I'm saying, it's you who are not moral first, then don't blame them for being unrighteous.

Sure enough, the grand illusion of mourning filled the entire hall.

Huaxia's students stood up silently, took off their hats, and looked solemn.

They send none other than those who sacrificed for their peaceful life now.

Several school leaders also restrained their expressions, and the translator beside them translated what the principal said.

"Several, do as the Romans do, come with us to send them a ride."

Several foreign guests were dragged to stand up and participated in a solemn funeral in person.

The tune was about to end, and at the moment when the last high-spirited tune ended, a bright red spread across the sky.

Completion.

An Ning and Jiang Xia stood side by side, bowing slightly to the people below.

"Clap clap clap clap"

All the members stood up, clapping their hands like they would be beheaded if they didn't applaud today. There was no booing and cheering, only endless heartfelt applause.

An Ning and Jiang Xia waited for a while, and exited amid everyone's applause.

Generally speaking, if the performance in the previous program was too good, the pressure on the people who will perform in the next program should be great, and they are even a little unwilling.

But this time, the people behind the program were so moved that they cried.

An Ning and Jiang Xia walked from the front of the stage to the backstage, receiving another wave of applause. Jin Youyou was even more exaggerated, and directly saluted the two of them.

"Oh my God!"

"You are my gods!"

Jin Youyou's words were unanimously approved by everyone.

Jiang Xia took a step back and said, "It's all thanks to An Ning, she... knows Feng Shui."

In a word, many students understand.

An Ning has never concealed that she knows Feng Shui, so today's performance uses the inheritance of her ancestors.

No wonder each scene is as realistic as it is real.

An Ning just smiled lightly and didn't explain too much. She found a chair and sat down, waiting for the party to end.

The host at the front desk tried to control the scene, but the scene was too lively, and finally the host had to wait for everyone to be quiet for a while.

The program finally continued, but the following programs were somewhat dull.

However, all the audience who came still applauded enthusiastically and responded to the show, because this is a diplomatic performance.

After a party, the last link is to choose the best show of the day.

Undoubtedly, even unanimously, An Ning and Jiang Xia.

Whenever an accident happens, it is fraud.

Finally, An Ning and Jiang Xia stood on the stage again, and their awards were presented by foreign guests.

A foreign guest walked up to An Ning with a trophy, did not move, stared at An Ning, and muttered something of their own in a low voice.

"Although it's a small skill, it's good if it works, isn't it?"

The marked R made the award presenters look at An Ning in surprise.

The moment of infinite loading has arrived, how could An Ning let it go.

"Don't be surprised. I learned R for two hours. I wanted to spend more time, but it turned out that I didn't need it."

Such obvious ridicule made the award presenter forcefully give the trophy to An Ning.

It's a pity that one hand blocked the opponent's strength, and said with a smile: "This strength...you have to work hard."

(End of this chapter)