The two people on the stage jumped their fingers on the black and white piano keys, almost pulling out the afterimage.

Qiao Lian plays the piano so well?

But he was obviously very resistant before.

Why are you still playing here with Meng Yu now...

Isn’t Meng Yu a good person who covets my good friend card?

Chu Zheng found that Qiao Lan's face was a little wrong, and his speed was obviously slowing down and could not keep up with Meng Yu's rhythm.

Chu Zheng rubbed her feet and stood up. Almost at the same time, Qiao Lian pressed the keys with both hands, and the harsh sound broke through the rhythmic sound of the piano.

"What's going on?"

"I lost."

"No, it seems something is wrong with him."

The first zheng jumped onto the stage in a few steps.

"Qiao Lian?"

Qiao Lian's hands pressing against the piano key were trembling, as if they could not exert force. Sweat slid along his cheeks to his chin, and finally dripped on the piano keys.

Qiao Lian looked up and looked over, her face was pale, but she still squeezed out a smile: "Teacher."

Meng Yu also came over and looked at him unexpectedly: "Qiao Lian, you..."

Chu Zheng picked up the person and walked out.

Qiao Lian turned his head to look at Meng Yu: "You won."

Meng Yu understood his subtext and suddenly stood there.

He remembered that many years ago, when the boy walked off the stage, he said to him with a little bit of arrogance: "You lost."
Chapter completed!