When night fell, the huge square was already crowded. At a rough look, at least more than 5,000 people appeared in the square with their own chairs. In addition, there were countless people watching the teaching building not far away with telescopes.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Mu Hanling walked up to the front desk with a smile on her face, stepping on the melodious sound of the piano.

The first opening program is Bai Qianqian's solo guqin, Feng Qiuhuang.

Bai Qianqian, who is comparable to a professional guqin performing artist's skills, dressed in ancient costumes, as if she was not as good as the world's fireworks. The song "Phoenix" made everyone who knew a little music fascinated. Even a rude man like Ding Ling who couldn't play elegantly, he could hear the artistic conception in the sound of the piano.

The first program set off a small climax, followed by two regular programs, one sings and the other sings. Although it was not as stunning as Bai Qianqian's piano music, the audience still gave applause.

Then there is a program that temporarily caught the tyrants. Compared with the professional programs that others practiced for more than a month, the intercourse and solos that were temporarily rehearsed were much inferior. Fortunately, everyone came to have fun, and the unprofessional ones attracted more applause.

...

Ding Ling squatted in the backstage and chatted with Bai Qianqian all the time. Bai Qianqian did not change her clothes because she had to appear in the finale and had a perfect curtain call with Feng Wanxue!

Mu Hanling walked in with a curtain.

Ding Ling looked at the fine sweat from her forehead and reached out to pick up the small fan and aimed it at her.

"Thank you." After closing your eyes and exhaled, Mu Hanling smiled and said, "It's really thanks to you."

Bai Qianqian had no good feelings for Mu Hanling or disgusted feelings. She nodded politely and started playing with her mobile phone.

Mu Hanling didn't mind either. She turned to look at Ding Ling, raised the program list in her hand and said, "The next one is you. Are you ready for your props? Where is your assistant?"

"The props are fine. Assistant... Just call two people from below at that time."

The magic Ding Ling wanted to perform at night was mainly to become a living person - but not to become someone else, but to change himself without losing himself - it was very simple, just pinch a moment of steps and finish it.

As for other seasoning magic, it is even simpler. As long as he stands on the table and takes the things in his sleeves out, it will definitely cause a sensation.

Seeing Ding Ling's confident look, Bai Qianqian couldn't help but look up and gave him a blank look: "Degree!"

Ding Ling smiled.

Indeed, in Bai Qianqian's opinion, it would be too much for practitioners to use spiritual skills to play this little magic! If it is spread, it will definitely make people laugh out loud...

But Ding Ling doesn't think so. Anyway, they are all funny, happy and amazing. What's the matter if he just played a cameo in the magician?

...

Mu Hanling's voice sounded sweetly: "The following program is Magic Skewers, performers, Ding Ling."

There was not much applause, but there was a voice of doubt - Ding Ling? There was only one person named Ding Ling, was it that guy?

When Ding Ling appeared and passed by Mu Hanling, Mu Hanling clenched his fists and bent his arms to show encouragement.

When he arrived at the center of the stage, perhaps he didn't hear much applause, Ding Ling was inexplicably nervous. He stood behind the desk covered with white cloth and smiled shyly, "It seems that everyone doesn't trust me... Then I'll drink a little wine to enhance my courage."

As he said that, Ding Ling pretended to raise his right hand and put his left hand on the table.

"You wait... I'm optimistic..."

As Ding Ling finished speaking, a can of beer and a wine glass suddenly appeared in his hands!

The audience was silent for two seconds, and then there was a thunderous applause!

Those who can save money are not a fool. Although magic is magical, everyone knows it is fake. If you want to create something, you must first hide the things and then use the fastest way to get them out.

I have never seen anyone like Ding Ling who created a bottle of wine out of thin air, but they always have to cover it with a cloth!

Ding Ling is so good, he just turned out with his hands!

How fast is this?

There were endless cheers and whistles from the audience.

Ding Ling's vanity was slightly satisfied. He pulled open the beer can, drank it in one breath and smiled, "Hehe! It's said that it's easy to change, but it's not difficult to change. Let me change it!"

A girl closest to the audience said distrustfully: "Can you really change this way?"

Ding Ling blinked at the one and smiled, "What? This classmate doesn't believe it?"

The girl stared at her: "Nonsense! Of course I don't believe it, my dad is just a magician... I don't believe that you can still change it."

"Okay, come up, I just miss two assistants."

The girl pulled the classmates around her and went to the stage. After she went on stage, Ding Ling asked them to stand beside her.

"Look at it!"

Ding Ling also knew that he couldn't do it too much. This time he pretended to cover the cup and empty beer can with his hands, and smiled and said, "Look at me countdown...5...4...3!"

When he was counting to 3, Ding Ling stuffed the jar and wine glass directly into his sleeve.

"Sorry, it's getting faster and gone!" Ding Ling spread his hands, and the table was empty.

The audience was stunned and thunderous applause suddenly rose again. Countless people stood up and cheered, "One more!" Especially those sitting in the front row, regardless of the classmates behind them, all stood up and stretched their necks, for fear of missing any details.

"How is it?" Ding Ling turned his head and asked the girl.

"I'm convinced..." The girl looked shocked: "David Copperfield can't do such close-up magic, how did you do it?"

"Hehe, don't worry about this." Ding Ling smiled and looked at the audience and said, "Since you have drunk, you have to eat... Everyone, please keep your eyes open and see if I change some snacks for you."

Before Ding Ling finished speaking, he saw a bag of melon seeds appear in his hands.

Putting the melon seeds on the table, Ding Ling transformed two chicken legs, followed by peanuts, potato chips, and biscuits...

Seeing Ding Ling constantly creating these things like setting up a stall, the audience was filled with excitement!

I have seen magic tricks, but I have never seen it change like this! How could Ding Ling's little shirt be installed so many things? And I checked it when the table was just raised, and there was no flaw at all!

On the stage, the girl who said that her father was a magician was completely impatient. She didn't know where Ding Ling came from - was it really magic? It was transformed out of thin air?

"Come on, eat potato chips." Ding Ling took out a bag of potato chips, threw one into his mouth, and handed the bag to the girl in a petrified state.

"No... impossible, how could you become?"

Ding Ling didn't explain much, he smiled and said to the audience: "Now everyone keep their eyes open, the next magic is the most exciting thing - a living person!"

"This time, it's not a trick of putting a box in it, or digging a hole in the ground to hide people in it. In fact, everyone knows that the cement floor under our feet is the platform where the leader speaks."

"Come on, please help me hold this." Ding Ling took out a dark curtain out of thin air, shook it, and handed it to the two girls.

"You open your hands, raise them, hold them, and then surround me." Ding Ling said, guiding the two girls to lift the curtain high and surround him.

After he was covered by the curtain, Ding Ling smiled and said, "It's time to witness the miracle."

After saying that, he instantly teleported behind a tree fifty meters away with a pinch.

Seeing the two girls on the stage in the distance still holding the curtain silly, Ding Ling was proud, and he pinched the microphone and whispered: "You can unveil the curtain."

The curtain was unveiled...no one was seen.

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Standing on the steps of the auditorium, Cheng Dongyao looked at the direction of the main square with a pale face and remained silent.

A word appeared repeatedly in his mind - it's over.

That's right, it's all over.

The performance of Wenxin Academy in the auditorium was less than 3,000. When I heard that there was magic, half of the people left at once. Even the people from Wenxin Academy, many people went to see the magic performance that was said to be sharper than David Copperfield.

Listening to the applause from the square, Cheng Dong felt sweet in his throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Chapter completed!