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In the corridor outside the backstage, Song Yan looked at the arrogant Zhou Qi, a little strange, wondering why the other party wanted him out. .travelfj.bsp; "Set a price." Zhou Yiqi said with his head held high, with a hint of charity in his tone.

"What do you mean?" Song Yan became more and more puzzled.

Zhou Yiqi looked slightly dissatisfied and said in a deep voice: "Don't pretend to be stupid, you should understand what I mean. As long as the price you offer is reasonable, I will satisfy you."

"I'm sorry, I really don't know what you are talking about. If you have anything, please tell me." Song Yan said speechlessly.

"You really don't understand" Zhou Qi asked.

Song Yan was a little impatient: "If you keep showing off, I'll turn around and leave."

"How dare you," Zhou Yiqi said angrily, and then immediately added: "My dad is Zhou Lianghu."

Song Yan's face turned cold and he turned around and left.

Looking at Song Yan leaving, Zhou Yiqi looked a little stunned, and then became furious. He quickly caught up with Song Yan, walked around in front of him, stopped him, and growled: "Song Yan, don't toast or eat." "Fine drinking"

Hearing Zhou Yiqi's threat, Song Yanzhen was dumbfounded: "What do you want?"

Zhou Yiqi shouted angrily: "Song Yan, do you know who I am? Zhou Lianghu is my father, how dare you ignore me."

"I know your father is Zhou Lianghu. You have already said it once. There is no need to reiterate it. Now, please tell me what you want to do. Otherwise, I really have to leave." Song Yan said very speechlessly. He felt that this person in front of him Zhou Yiqi is simply synonymous with second-rate goods.

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqi stared at Song Yan suspiciously for a while and then said: "You don't understand what I mean. I thought you were so smart when you won the first place in the preliminary round. It turns out that you can't even understand what I mean." I understand, it’s really stupid.”

"That's enough." Song Yan's face darkened, and he raised his fist and danced twice: "If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I'll beat you up."

"How dare you?" Zhou Yiqi subconsciously took two steps back and said in a stern voice, "My dad is"

"Your father is Zhou Lianghu," Song Yan said eagerly. It has almost all the books you want to read. It is more stable and updates faster than other websites. It is full text and has no ads.

Zhou Yiqi did not hear the sarcasm in Song Yan's words, but showed a bit of pride: "It's good that you know that my dad is Zhou Lianghu, so be it, I won't treat you badly, as long as you lose to me on purpose in the PK match , I will give you thirty thousand yuan.”

"That's why you came to me," Song Yan said in confusion.

"As long as you nod, I will transfer the money to you immediately." Zhou Qi returned to his arrogant attitude.

"Why should I agree?" Song Yan said with a faint smile.

"Thirty thousand dollars is a lot, don't be ungrateful." Zhou Qi didn't expect that Song Yan would disagree, so he was very angry.

"My goal is to win the championship, and the reward for the championship is 100,000 yuan. If it were you, would you choose 100,000 yuan or 30,000 yuan?" Song Yan asked rhetorically.

"Of course one hundred thousand," Zhou Yiqi blurted out.

"Since you all know to choose one hundred thousand, then I will definitely choose one hundred thousand." Song Yan smiled playfully and walked away.

"Wait a minute," Zhou Qi shouted again.

"What's the matter?" Song Yan said angrily.

"Can you reduce my monthly pocket money to only 30,000 yuan? If I borrow some from my friends, I should be able to get 50,000 yuan. Do you think that's okay?" At this moment, Zhou Yiqi no longer had the arrogant attitude, and his tone was full of emotion. A kind of plea.

Song Yan sneered: "Isn't your father Zhou Lianghu? If you don't have money, you can ask him for it?"

"My dad is not a corrupt official, he doesn't have that much money," Zhou Qi said a little frustrated.

Hearing this, Song Yan felt that Zhou Qi Er was a little cute, and was a little curious about his purpose, so he asked: "Why did you do this?"

Zhou Yiqi's expression became a little shy and coy, and he said: "Axiang said that as long as I win the piano competition, I can chase her. I know you are good, and I will definitely not be able to PK you, so I am like this made"

"Your reason is strong enough, but I can't promise you," Song Yan sighed.

"why"

"I won the championship because of a girl."

After hearing Song Yan's words, Zhou Qi's expression suddenly became depressed.

Seeing his appearance, Song Yan patted him on the shoulder and said: "If that Axiang really likes you, it doesn't matter whether you win the championship or not. If she doesn't like you, she won't like you even if she wins the championship. Feelings are Pure, if it is mixed with other things, it is not a true relationship. As the saying goes, forceful melons are not sweet. Or maybe, that Axiang is deliberately making things difficult for you, just to make you quit when you are in trouble."

Hearing what Song Yan said, Zhou Yiqi became even more frustrated. After a long silence, he said to Song Yan: "You're right. In fact, I already knew that Axiang didn't like me. I've just been deceiving myself."

"It's good if you can figure it out." Song Yan said.

"Song Yan, thank you. Why don't we be friends?"

Looking at the expectant eyes of the middle school boy, Song Yan couldn't bear to refuse, and stretched out his hand: "Song Yan, nice to meet you."

"Zhou Yi Qi, I'm also glad to meet you." Zhou Yi Qi happily extended his hand.

At half past nine, the game started.

After two days of fermentation and the organizer's promotion, the number of spectators who came to watch the game today was twice that of yesterday.

The first to appear were a man and a woman.

The male Song Yan knew Huang Quan, a music teacher at Shengye Middle School, and the female named Meng Yue was also a strong player, and her piano skills were not inferior to Huang Quan's.

Huang Quan played first, and he played a violent piece with complex tones.

After he finished playing, he looked at Meng Yue provocatively: "Please."

Meng Yue didn't hesitate, and with just a few twitches of her fingers, she started playing the tune that Huang Quan had played before. After the tune, there was not a single note wrong.

For a moment, Huang Quan's face became a little solemn, and he was silent for a while before starting to play again. The difficulty was much higher than the first song.

This time, Meng Yue failed to play the song completely and missed two notes.

In the third song, Meng Yue made a wrong note.

Then, it was Meng Yue's turn to play.

Her fingers were beating rapidly on the black and white keys, and a series of mixed notes continued to float out, making Huang Quan's face look a little ugly.

As a result, Huang Quan made four wrong notes in the first piece of music.

Meng Yue only made three wrong notes in total, and he made four wrong notes in one piece of music. Therefore, there was no need to continue the competition, so he simply admitted defeat.

"That Meng Yue hid his strength in the preliminary round. He has at least reached the professional level eight," Xia Xiang said, standing next to Song Yan: "But compared to you and Song Xue, he is still far behind."

"Of course, my Xiaoxue is a level 9 professional." The eldest aunt said proudly.

"Mom, don't always say that." Song Xue complained with some embarrassment. You must know that Song Yan's piano level has reached the master level. She felt a little blushed when her mother showed off in front of Song Yan.

In the following games, I never saw a player of Huang Quan Meng Yue's level again.

Finally, it was Song Yan and Zhou Yiqi's turn to compete.

Before taking the stage, Zhou Yiqi whispered: "Song Yan, I hope you won't show mercy. In this way, I will be honored even though I lose."

After hearing what Zhou Qi said, Song Yan changed his mind and decided to go all out to help him.

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