The whole song appropriately expresses a person's thinking, just like life.

From the beginning of chaos and confusion, it gradually evolved into dullness. Then it erupted from the dullness, and all kinds of excitement and passionate thoughts came one after another, becoming more and more upward, becoming excited. And after the excitement, it is naturally calm.

Song Baojun bowed slightly, Lin Zhenxian stood up first and took the lead in applause, her face flushed with excitement, and her beautiful eyes were full of flashing light. Xu Yunmi, the leader of the thighs next to the girl, was even more exaggerated, so she stood on the chair and shouted loudly: "Mr. Song! I love you! I can't live without you!"

The team leader's figure was particularly eye-catching. This time, all of them presented their slender, strong, round and straight thighs to everyone, making Wei Mingliang feel uncomfortable in his breathing.

Kim Jong-ki couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, underestimating this boy. He also applauded reluctantly, but his expression was not so good-looking.

Ren Danzi could hear that Song Baojun's performance was one level higher than Jin Zhongji.

When Jin Zhongji was still trying hard to show off his piano skills and skills, Song Baojun had already risen to the level of soul.

Take articles as an analogy. Kim Jong-ki's performance is like a lot of gorgeous rhetoric and paragraphs made of beautiful sentences. Beautiful is beautiful and lacks the central idea.

Song Baojun's performance is like an essay. With the help of imagination and association, from this to that, from shallow to deep, from reality to virtual, blending emotions into the scenery, expressing emotions in things, expressing emotions in things, and expressing the author's true feelings.

Let me ask, which article can touch readers' hearts more? Even Kim Jong-ki himself dares to lie against his conscience!

Tu Fen smiled so hard that her face bloomed, and she kept saying, "It's so good, it's so good. At first I couldn't imagine it, but soon he conquered me ten times in a row."

Among this group of people, the one who was most surprised was probably Lam Zhenxian.

Music professors such as Tu Fen had known Song Baojun's musical background. Media reporters thought that Song Baojun was a top music student sent to Chazhou University to create topics. Guo Yuyan had long been promising to Song Baojun's performance of soul penetration. Jin Zhongji believed that this was a test arranged by the school.

Only Lin Zhenxian witnessed Song Baojun's clumsy calligraphy works in the Chinese calligraphy class for the first time, and was impressed by the extraordinary calligraphy for the second time. When he was in Xihua Zen Residence, Song Baojun modified Chu Runtian's painting "The Picture of the Joy of the Xihua Zen Residence", which was written by the master, which changed Lin Zhenxian's view of him from respect to respect.

Previously, Lin Zhenxian's impression of Song Baojun has always been in Chinese culture. He felt that he was young but knowledgeable, with an ordinary appearance but talented person. He was eager to make friends with him for a while.

Violin performance is a cross-border artistic performance, directly from Chinese calligraphy and painting to Western music. The difference is so big that it seems that an accountant suddenly started engineering design, which makes people stunned.

Chinese calligraphy and painting and Western music seem to be both art, but in fact they are two different artistic systems, with great differences and great gaps that cannot be filled. As long as you learn one of them, you will definitely exhaust all your efforts and have no spare energy to master other aspects.

Song Baojun's amazing "Meditative Variations" completely broke through the sky of Lin Zhenxian's imagination, and infinite surprises followed.

Finally, she was still concerned about her public image and did not immediately rush to the stage to kiss Song Baojun. She just clapped and her body trembled slightly due to excessive excitement.

But Xu Yunmi couldn't care so much. She jumped off the chair and stepped onto the stage in a few steps, and opened her hands from afar to hug Song Baojun.

The leader of the thigh era was 1.75 meters tall, plus the 15-centimeter waterproof platform high heels, reaching a height of 1.9 meters. He hugged the short Song Baojun with both hands and directly pressed his entire face into his towering chest.

"Good guy!" Song Baojun almost suffocated to death in the amazing softness, with a sweet and greasy aroma rushing to the end of his nose, and he said insincerely: "According to the curve of the face being pressed and the force of squeezing on both sides, the touch of a little cotton is a cover, well... Manufacturer Victoria's Secret. The position inferred from the protrusions, π=3.1415926, AP:AB=1:1.618, D cup, is simply a golden ratio, much larger than the small leaves."

Xu Yunmi didn't know that the other party almost inferred his figure data, and shouted excitedly: "Mr. Song, the performance is great! I like you!"

Ten percent of the thigh leader thought that Song Baojun really played well, twenty percent out of his own enthusiasm and consistent show, and seventy percent deliberately made it for Kim Jong-ki to watch.

In short, as long as she is Kim Jong-ki's opponent, she must show special interest to achieve the purpose of disgusting Kim Jong-ki.

He hugged Song Baojun tightly in an extremely ambiguous posture, regardless of the flashing lights beside him, Xu Yunmi proudly saw Kim Jong-ki gritting her teeth and the muscles on her cheeks were raised high.

Feeling that the man in his arms was pressed to vent his breath but not intake, Xu Yunmi let go of her hands, leaving a large pool of saliva on her chest.

"A very wonderful performance." Meng Sulan walked onto the stage and said with a charming smile: "I was surprised to appreciate a high-level piano art duel. Let me first declare that this duel was not an arrangement by the organizer, but a contest between Mr. Jin Zhongji and Song Baojun, so it is even more rare. Dear guests, who do you want to comment on the differences between the two of them?"

Some people in the audience called Tu Fen, some called Xu Yunmi, and some called Wei Mingliang, but more of them were concentrated on one person.

"Lin Zhenxian!"

Lin Zhenxian took the microphone with a smile and saw two people standing together on the stage, the tall and handsome Kim Jong-ki and the mysterious and lonely Song Baojun, who seemed to be good at playing the game, one with outstanding appearance and the other with profound connotations.

"It's very difficult to throw this question to me suddenly." Lin Zhenxian brought the unique coquettish voice of Korean girls: "Mr. Kim Jong-ki's performance brought me a novel wind, like a romance of youth coming to my face, which was touching."

Kim Jong-ki smiled and bowed slightly toward Lim Jung-hyun's gentlemanly demeanor.

"What else?" the reporters asked quickly.

Lin Zhenxian said: "Mr. Song Baojun's performance seems to touch the thoughts deep in his soul. It cannot be forgotten or compared to it, and it has brought me a strong shock."

On the surface, they seemed to have taken care of both sides and said different good words, but upon listening carefully, Lin Zhenxian's tone was still slightly more important than Song Baojun. His evaluation of Jin Zhongjiyong was "touched" but "shocked" to Song Baojun.

Miss Zhenxian has a higher evaluation of who she has no need to argue.

Kim Jong-ki showed an expression of helping his younger generation, reached out to Song Baojun with a kind smile, and chuckled in Korean: "Bastard, I don't know who you are, but you will definitely die miserably next."

Song Baojun was unhappy, but when he saw the other party's face, he also said in local dialect of Chazhou: "If you still participate in the next event, please be prepared to be slapped in the face."

The two of them sneered at the same time, turned around and faced the camera hand in hand and instantly turned into a sunny smile.

Meng Sulan spoke and said that the concert was over. The activity group was preparing to go to the Third Auditorium for a meeting. Media from all walks of life rushed up to interview Song Baojun. Countless microphones, recorders and mobile phones were waving in front of him, and the flash was crackling, making the golden hall white and miserable.

"Son Baojun, what do you think about competing on the same stage with Mr. Jin Zhongji?"

"Hey, I'm a reporter from China Overseas Times. Do you think Miss Lin Zhenxian is beautiful or Xu Yunmi is more beautiful?"

"Is it okay to answer my question? Are you honored to have this opportunity to perform?"

"Student Song Baojun, what do you think of this event arranged by Chazhou University?"

The messy voice asked at the same time, and the golden hall was as messy as a vegetable market for a moment.

Song Baojun took one of the microphones printed with the "Chazhou Life Network" logo and smiled and said, "Thank you very much. I am Song Baojun, a student of the Chinese Department of Chazhou University. It is indeed an accident for this competition with Mr. Kim Jong-ki. I am a loyal fan of Miss Lin Zhenxian. It is a wonderful experience to be able to perform and give my heart to Lin Zhenxian. Okay, thank you everyone, that's it."

"School of Song Baojun! Song Baojun! I still have problems!"

The security guards rushed over to maintain order and stopped the reporter who still wanted to ask questions.

Under the guidance of the staff, everyone walked out of the back door, boarded a prepared minibus, and headed to the No. 3 Auditorium.

Lin Zhenxian sat in a window in the front of the carriage, and there was an empty seat next to it. No one else was embarrassed to sit with the daughter of the Sanqiu Group.

Seeing this, Kim Jong-ki was overjoyed, rushed over and whispered, "Miss Zhenxian, you're rude..." and wanted to sit down.

Lin Zhenxian turned a blind eye to Kim Jong-ki, waved gently to a figure behind her, and smiled and said, "Mr. Song, come quickly, I'll leave you a seat."

Kim Jong-ki was bent her knees and her butt fell to her seat. When she heard this, she stood up and sat or sat, with a constipated expression on her face. She wanted to pull but couldn't pull it out, and wanted to hold it but couldn't hold it back. She was extremely embarrassed.

Song Baojun walked over, raised his chin expressionlessly: "Get up!"

Kim Jong-ki almost vomited blood and said, "Miss Jung-hyun, can that............"

Lin Zhenxian smiled and said, "Sorry, can you give it to Mr. Song? There are still many empty seats behind."

Kim Jong-ki stood up embarrassedly, turned back one step and three times, clenched his fists tightly, and kept saying in his heart: "The test must be a test, I must hold on."

Xu Yunmi, who was sitting in the back seat of Lin Zhenxian, had just raised her hand and was about to say hello to Song Baojun, but when she saw this, she sat back to her original place.

After all the Star Plan personnel got on the bus, the driver started the car and drove through the concrete road on the campus, and the surrounding trees moved back quickly.

In this early winter, the campus scenery of Chazhou University is also beautiful. The warm sunshine shines on the pond next to the girl's dormitory in the distance, sparkling.

The last batch of leaves of the ginkgo tree and camphor tree standing proudly on the branches, bright red and golden, forming a unique winter scene.
Chapter completed!