Just then, Luo Yanxi walked to the backstage.
She looked at Sheng Qianxia, who was stunned, with a sinister cold smile curling her lips.
Sheng Qingxue, this fool, had only just discovered there was a problem with her score. It was too late now; she was in for an embarrassment!
How could this be...
How could this be...
"Qingxue? What's wrong?" Luo Yanxi asked as if unaware, "It's your turn to go on stage. Huh? Why is your score all wet? Oh my, what are we going to do?"
"Sister Luo, why did you choose this piece by Liszt?"
Seeing Sheng Qingxue ask so directly, Luo Yanxi replied.
"You mean 'Bell'? I personally love this piece and am pretty good at it, so I chose it. What about it? Oh... right... did you choose this piece too? I'm really sorry; I had asked you about it beforehand, but I forgot... Qingxue, I'm sorry..."
"I see..." Sheng Qingxue mused thoughtfully.
