"If it's just communication, it's not a big deal to win or lose, but this competition is still related to the future of one of my friends, so it's a must-find. Since Professor Stephen doesn't understand the oriental drum, I'll change it to the African drum this time. Please help me score again!"

Tied the red silk back to her waist, and she carried the African drum that Eiger had not taken down before and carried it on her body.

"Professor Stephen, please listen!"

Walking to the center of the stage, Jun Qing held the drum with one hand and gently tapped the drum body with the other hand, hitting a rhythm.

Then, beat the drum with the palm of your hand.

There is no unnecessary prelude, the beginning is a short and eager string of 16 minutes notes.

The girl's hands flew up and down, hitting the drum face in her hands at an incredible speed...

In order to learn this kind of drum, she lived in the tribe for more than a month to learn the most original and most delicious music.

There are many drum beat techniques and rhythms that have never been seen in Aicheng, which grew up in big cities.

When the last string of 32 minutes was played, everyone in the field had already stood up and reached into the air to applaud vigorously.

Originally sitting next to Eiger, a group of percussion-based friends were all open, looking at the stage like ducks choking.

How is this possible?

This solo alone is enough for Eiger to practice for another five years.

Crushing strength.

The drum sound gradually weakened. Jun Qing stroked the drum face with his palm and stopped the drum sound. He took a breath and turned to look at Professor Stephen, who was already stunned.

"Professor Stephen, please give me a score!"

The whole audience was so quiet that it was heard, and everyone's eyes fell on Professor Stephen.

Several leaders of the Conservatory of Music, Mr. Anleni, all the well-known figures from the city in the district... Everyone is waiting for his return.

"I...I think it's...it's a wonderful show, so..." Professor Stephen swallowed and made a difficult voice, "You win!"

He had deliberately suppressed Jun Qing once, using musical instruments as an excuse.

You can also barely use two instruments to cover up your own personal preferences.

Now, Jun Qing used the same drum, and even a fool could hear it. She played better than Aiger.

Under such circumstances, if Professor Stephen dares to pick on the bones, then don’t say that Jun Qing is dissatisfied, the other school is dissatisfied, even the audience present will be dissatisfied.

If another topic of race, race, discrimination, or disregard is created at that time, it will have a very negative impact on the Manhattan Conservatory itself.

After all, the college’s students come from all over the world and have their own culture and music.

At that time, it would not be the matter of Egg's father alone, but it would be related to the reputation of the entire school.

Professor Stephen can no longer afford such a thing.

Therefore, he could only settle for the second best and declare Jun Qing's victory.

"yeah!"

He Siyun, Leng Mo, Cheng Qianxue, Zhao Yiyi standing on the stage... Everyone almost cheered together.

There was also cheers in the audience.

These calls include not only students from the Imperial Capital Conservatory, but also students from the Manhattan Institute.

Now, this game is not just a victory for Jun Qing, but also a victory for a personal battle against a college, or even a weak battle against strong and powerful.
Chapter completed!