Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

In fact, after a long time in the shopping malls, most of the people who will be called old fritters are the type who talk to people and talk to others.

Playing X at the right time can piss off the opponent, and it is also quite a pleasant move.

A proud and arrogant woman like Ge Qian couldn't tolerate the slightest provocation from others. She raised her sharp eyebrows and said bluntly, "Then how about the violin?"

"Yes." Qin Qing responded immediately, without any hesitation on her face, got up and straightened her collar, nodded to the other two as a signal, and then walked over.

Behind him, Luo Jingyuan, who was adding tea to the purple sand pot, frowned slightly, and secretly winked at his son.

The young man made his position as soon as he appeared on the stage, and now he openly stands up for Luo Zixun. If he wins, it will naturally be an excuse to shirk the engagement, but if he loses, things will only become more difficult.

Luo Zihang was also confused, frowning in confusion, not sure.

"Aye, probably yes?" Yu Yang, who was watching from the sidelines, lowered his voice and asked Qiao Nan beside him.

The latter shook his head in a rare way this time, "Ah Ye is indeed versatile, but don't forget that he played "Wild-o'-the-wisps" last time, that kind of fingering would take ten years of skill at least, and you have to work hard. Practice more, and in this case, take care of the violin..."

Let's stop here, but everyone knows that the possibility of it is very small.

After all, a boy is just a person, not a god.

The violin is an indispensable instrument in a large banquet, and usually not only one is equipped. With a backup, two people playing at the same time can better show the level of strength.

"I'll let Master Song choose the repertoire. After all, I often practice this score." Ge Qian generously handed over the score on the shelf, with a decent smile on her face.

If it weren't for decades of roaming the social circles of famous ladies, Qin Qing might really have taken this kind of psychological pressure as good intentions.

The slender fingertips hooked the score and flipped through a page at random, and her voice was light, "Just this one."

You let me choose, then I will return it at random.

This kind of dialogue with hidden needles in the cotton is repeated, and the smell of gunpowder can already be faintly smelled on the field.

At that time, the two had already selected a musical instrument for tuning, and the bright light above their heads was projected on the bright floor, reflecting two long shadows. It looks a little tense.

"Brother, is Brother Ye really alright?" Luo Zixun grabbed Luo Zihang's sleeve, his face was full of worry, "I know about Ge Qian, she went to art college, and these are her specialties."

It's all because she was too impulsive just now.

Luo Zihang really wanted to comfort her, but his eyes stared at the boy under the crystal lamp in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Almost no one present, including Ge Tianxiang, was optimistic about the outcome of this professional and amateur match, so at the moment when the strings were played, everyone's eyes focused on Ge Qian.

It has to be said that appreciating a beautiful woman's performance is an extremely pleasing thing, especially when the other party is confident and high-spirited, with skillful fingering, and matched with that glamorous face, the boys in Class 7 can't help but feel jealous.

But the melodious solo made their hearts sink, and their eyes quickly fell back to the young man on the opposite side. From the bowstring that didn't move, the blow of defeat almost rushed head-on.

"Damn it, God Song really doesn't know how to do it, what should I do..." The last bit of luck was ruthlessly strangled in his heart, and everyone on the sidelines gradually lost their composure.

"Hehe, since ancient times, a hero has been saddened by a beauty. I never thought that Young Master Song is also a person of true temperament." Ge Tianxiang laughed lightly and said sarcastic remarks, mocking the young man who did not think clearly about getting ahead.

He also has to thank the young man for helping the two marriages.

Luo Jingyuan remained silent with a sullen face, but Luo Zihang who was standing beside him couldn't stand the young man being insulted, so he took a few strides forward to pull him down, "Enough..."

Before the characters on the back fell down, the boy who had been standing quietly moved suddenly.

Under the friction of the longbow, the strings drew a long note, which suddenly exploded over the banquet hall. The tail sound pierced another sound of performance, and then the long arms were stretched, and the longbow flew on the strings like a sharp sword. Walking around, the notes are strewn across the field like a gust of wind and showers.

"Duet?!" Qiao Nan exclaimed suddenly from the sidelines, his long and narrow eyes that could always see everything under the lens slightly stared, and the surprise in his eyes was clear at a glance.

The ones who were equally shocked included Ge Qian who was playing, looking sideways from the dancing strings, the slender fingertips of the young man in a blue suit pressing on the strings were like fluttering butterflies. The duet merged quickly into her music, forming a perfect ensemble.

The reason why musical instruments and musical instruments can form a melody is that different musical instruments can be freely matched with each other, and the second is that the same musical instrument can be played at different stages. When it suddenly merges at a certain node, it only needs to change the pitch slightly. Bass, you can compose many different tunes.

It's not that the boy didn't know how to play at the beginning, but he planned to import it in a duet as soon as he hit it.

Want to use a surprise attack? That also depends on whether you have the ability!

Ge Qian withdrew her gaze, tensed the corners of her mouth and returned to her performance, her fingertips were so tense that they turned slightly white.

"Why do I hear it getting faster and faster?" Most of the scumbags in Class 7 are laymen. At this moment, they feel dazzled when they see their flying fingertips, and they can't help but click their tongues. Will we be able to decide the winner next year?"

Before the discussion was over, Qiao Nan at the front gave the answer firmly, "No, the strings can support this kind of high-intensity performance, but the hands can't support it. Now it's Ge Qian who is speeding up the rhythm, trying to Disrupt the second voice coming in, as long as one party fails to keep up with the chorus, it will be considered a loss."

For the uninitiated, esoteric things like fingered rhythmic tones are difficult to judge, but with a duet, the gap can be clearly heard.

The two notes before and after are almost the same, and the notes of you chasing after me are like dense drums beating on the heart of a person. The gentle movement becomes a battle song on the battlefield, and the longbow turns into a sharp sword to rush forward, looking for the weak dead corner of the enemy .

Then at a certain node, one blow was fatal.

hum...

The broken notes popped out from the future and the fingertips pressing the strings, and hit the bright floor heavily, shaking the eardrums.

Ge Qian raised the corners of her eyes hastily, her sweaty face stared blankly at her fingertips, her eyes were stained with disbelief little by little.

She actually lost.