??Chapter 117: Chapter 117: The Piece Jiang Zhe Perford was Plagiarized
Chapter 117: Chapter 117: The Piece Jiang Zhe Perford was Plagiarized
On stage, Jiang Zhe and Si Qing made their appearance.
Si Qing, who had been very uneasy just a mont ago, had now cald down.
He recalled what Jiang Zhe had said to him before going on stage, “Just dance to the rhythm you practice with, and leave the rest to .”
With his mind steadied, since he had no other choice, he decided to do as Jiang Zhe had instructed.
His dance was a modern dance, depicting the mutual secret crushes and tentative advances between a young girl and boy, their naive youthful affections, their desire to draw closer yet fear of failure, and their reluctance to part.
He played both roles himself, and his dance moves were full of tension.
As he danced, the sound of a piano echoed in his ears, a piece of modern piano music he had only heard once before.
Remarkably, the piece perfectly matched the mood and movents of his dance. Having heard it only once, he couldn’t rember the lody or the rhythm, but he could feel that Jiang Zhe’s piano playing was accommodating his dance moves, not only following his rhythm but also guiding it.
He gained confidence and strength, becoming lighter and more forceful in his movents. With each beat, he imrsed himself more in his dance than ever before.
Jiang Zhe’s piano sound, unheard by anyone else, resounded throughout the venue.
The originally sowhat noisy venue gradually quieted down, drawn into the world of her piano sound.
The girl sitting in front of the piano, wearing a simple school uniform, didn’t seem much different from others in the sa attire.
But the flickering halo of light made her distinctly stand out.
Her behavior and deanor were casual, as if the piano in front of her was just a toy that she had casually acquired and favored on a whim.
The music sounded unfamiliar, yet irresistibly imrsive.
In the end, amid a burst of intense musical sounds, the rhythm of the music and the dance reached a climax.
On stage, the final piano note ended, and Si Qing’s dance move paused right on cue.
The lights went out.
Below the stage, after three seconds of silence, there erupted a wave of enthusiastic applause.
The judges sitting in the front row exchanged glances, all of them shaken by the high quality of the performance they had witnessed at this cultural festival!
Xia Enci was screaming her support for Jiang Zhe until her voice was almost hoarse.
Qin Jingchen was slouched in his seat, his deanor calm as water, his handso features both gentle and sharp, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Even though the stage was shrouded in darkness, in his eyes, Jiang Zhe still shone brightly.
Wang Xue, who had been waiting to mock Jiang Zhe and Si Qing, stood by the side of the stage, her complexion changing several tis under the lighting.
The piece that Jiang Zhe played was very obviously tailored for Si Qing, a tune unknown to Wang Xue.
Yet the spontaneously chosen music matched Si Qing’s dance flawlessly, and Jiang Zhe’s performance was impeccable.
Halfway through, Wang Xue had hoped several tis that Jiang Zhe would make a mistake or that her mont would be brief.
However, not only was there no fault in Jiang Zhe’s performance, but it also grew increasingly impressive, whether in emotional buildup or technical display, it was sothing Wang Xue could only look up to.
She saw ng Yirou, also standing close by, seed to be deep in thought as well.
ng Yirou quickly turned and silently walked away.
Clenching her teeth, Wang Xue went backstage with a sullen face.
Teacher Cao was full of satisfaction—Jiang Zhe’s performance was truly remarkable!
She was about to offer so words of praise when she noticed the displeased expressions on the other students and decided not to say anything.
The applause from the audience below had ceased.
The judges had given their scores, which, when added up, were far higher than the violin solo by ng Yirou that had been leading by a wide margin just monts before.
Si Qing couldn’t contain his excitent and said breathlessly, “Jiang Zhe, our score is really high!”
“I know,” Jiang Zhe’s face still wore its usual cool indifference, as if he had anticipated this outco all along and felt no additional joy.
She took the bottle of mineral water offered by Teacher Cao, opened it, and took a sip.
Si Qing was very excited, and though he wasn’t usually talkative, he said quite a few words then.
Jiang Zhe put down the mineral water, “You can collect the award yourself later. I’m leaving.”
She still didn’t know what condition Xiao ng was in and needed to rush to the hospital.
“Sure, I’ll bring your trophy back for you later,” Si Qing responded.
Their program had already been nearing its end, and there were only two acts left before the conclusion. Winning the championship dal was an anticipated event.
Jiang Zhe walked toward the audience to inform Qin Jingchen that she was going to the hospital.
Onstage, the other performances had ended, and the award ceremony was beginning.
Jiang Zhe and Qin Jingchen had just received so items from Xia Enci and were about to leave.
“Jiang Zhe, wait!” A voice stopped Jiang Zhe.
Recognizing it as Zhang Xi’s voice, she didn’t plan to pay any attention.
For irrelevant people, Jiang Zhe always found it a waste of effort to bother.
Zhang Xi ran up to Jiang Zhe in a few steps and spread her arms to block her path, “You can’t leave!”
Jiang Zhe’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a trace of impatience showing in her beautiful, fox-like eyes, “What, does your family own the school or sothing?”
“Jiang Zhe, there’s no need for harsh words. Since you and Si Qing just won first place with your act, why not wait until after the award ceremony to leave?” asked Zhang Xi.
“Is that any of your business?” Jiang Zhe was barely holding back her murderous intent.
Qin Jingchen was about to escort Jiang Zhe away when the commotion had already attracted a lot of people’s attention.
Furthermore, with the award ceremony ongoing and Jiang Zhe’s na being ntioned onstage, everyone started looking in her direction.
Though she was dressed in a common school uniform, she stood out conspicuously amongst the crowd.
Many couldn’t help but turn to look at her, kindly reminding her, “Jiang Zhe, it’s almost your turn to collect the award! You perford so well, you should rightfully claim your dal!”
Seeing that people were paying attention here, Zhang Xi raised her voice, “Do you think Jiang Zhe doesn’t want the dal? She’s afraid to collect it!”
“Why would that be?” asked a student who was unaware of the situation, curiously.
Jiang Zhe’s patience had been depleted to its limit, and a murderous look flickered in her cold eyes.
Feeling her agitation, a frosty edge swept across Qin Jingchen’s normally gentle features. He was about to take action when Jiang Zhe grabbed his hand.
There was no need for Qin Jingchen to get involved in school matters.
With a slight squeeze of her fingers in his palm, Qin Jingchen understood her aning.
In truth, he hadn’t been planning to get involved just then. He trusted Jiang Zhe to handle any situation well.
He simply couldn’t bear to see Jiang Zhe slighted.
Jiang Zhe’s gesture served as a reminder to Qin Jingchen, whose expression returned to its mild state, his eyes now reflecting the sa indifference as Jiang Zhe’s.
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