After Song Yiyi finished speaking, she turned around and walked off the stage.

But the audience was shocked by the momentum that suddenly emanated from her body, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

The No. 1 contestant was stunned on the spot and was urged several times before he could react.

She patted the heart that was beating violently, looked at Song Yiyi's leaving figure, and couldn't help but murmur.

"Senior Sister Yiyi, so domineering..."

Shu Shu's face also changed a little, she sat blankly on the chair, and it took a long time to find her voice.

"Senior Yiyi today is very different."

"Is that right?" Song Qinrong smiled leisurely.

Seeing her like this, Fu Sichen knew that the other party had already had a solution.

After thinking about it, he took out a pen from his pocket and handed it to Song Qinrong: "Do you rewrite it? Do you have any ideas?"

In fact, he wanted to go out to help the girl write in person, but the time was too short. Even if he could finish writing quickly enough, Song Qinrong might not have time to finish reading and memorize it.

It’s better to let the girl write it by herself, so that she will be more confident in the manuscript.

Speaking of which, the girl didn't need to work so hard. It was all because of the desperate Song Yiyi...

Song Qinrong took the pen and raised her eyes and saw the man's eyes full of anger. She sighed softly: "Don't care, it's not a big deal."

Fu Sichen sneered, without taking the initiative, but instead closed his eyes: "She has this idea, and it seems that there is not enough things happening recently."

Song Qinrong pursed her lips helplessly.

Sure enough, once Fu Sichen knew about this, he would never be able to do anything.

Song Yiyi, just ask for blessings.

But now, Song Qinrong didn't have the energy to observe silence for her. She turned her long fingers skillfully and wrote neatly on the back of the manuscript.

With limited time, she could not write another complete manuscript, so she could only mark some phrases and numbers in scattered manner.

Shu Shu widened her eyes and watched the academic master beside her write an article on the spot within ten minutes before she went on stage. She sharpened her guns in the face of battle, and she was so admirable that she wanted to kneel on both knees.

"Oh my god, classmate Song..." As soon as she was about to speak, Fu Sichen glanced at her coldly.

She was so scared that she closed her mouth and didn't dare to say a word.

Off the stage, Song Yiyi carried her skirt but did not sit back to the guest seat, but came directly to the seat of the relatives and friends group.

Meng Yan sat nearest to the lounge.

Song Yiyi walked to her and looked at her condescendingly.

"Cousin..." Meng Yan looked up and looked at her face, and immediately became so scared that she stumbled on her words.

Because Song Yiyi's face at this moment is really terrible.

On stage, contestant No. 1 had already started her speech, everyone's attention was on stage, and not many people saw this scene in the corner.

Song Yiyi slowly bent down, her bright red lips stopped in the other person's ears. Even if the person sitting next to her seemed, she would only think that the two sisters were whispering intimately.

But Meng Yan's body shook instinctively as the other party approached.

I heard Song Yiyi ask her softly: "Have you done everything?"

Meng Yan said "Yeah".

Song Yiyi curled her lips and said, "Don't mess it up, my good sister. This is your only chance.

If you can't even do this little thing well, this world is not suitable for idiots to live."

Meng Yan suddenly widened her eyes, her pupils shrank suddenly, her lips trembled, and she couldn't say a word.

Seeing her like this, Song Yiyi finally stood up with satisfaction.

Turning back, he quietly looked at the headlights hanging firmly above the No. 1 contestant's head.

It's daytime now, and headlights are not needed.

But Song Yiyi made a special suggestion yesterday, saying that it was cloudy today and the light in the entire gymnasium was not very good.

In order to create the special feeling of the contestants during the competition, a few lights were turned on to make the contestants on the stage look even more eye-catching.

Now it seems that it is really eye-catching.

How can the high-intensity light emitted by the headlights that weigh more than ten pounds not be eye-catching?

Song Yiyi curled the corners of her lips and smiled slowly.

——

When Song Qinrong made her last stroke, the applause from the audience had just sounded.

The No. 1 contestant breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to the audience, and walked slowly off the stage.

At this time, Song Qinrong picked up the manuscript in her hand, looked at it with ten lines, and quickly sorted out her general ideas in her mind.

Seeing that the second contestant had not yet arrived at the waiting area, he sat in his seat and read the speech he had just finished, and the staff in the backstage were almost crazy.

But with Fu Sichen insulting, he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only stomp his feet and murmur.

"What a joke? I'm going to go on stage and I'm still revising the manuscript! Why have you been doing it? You can't do this even if you cram the Buddha for the time being..."

Finally, as the No. 1 player stepped down the last step, Song Qinrong stood up and walked slowly towards the door.

"You, you...you are finally here!"

The staff members' anxious hands were shaking. When they handed the microphone to Song Qinrong, they took three complete moves before they successfully handed the microphone to the other party.

"You kid... no matter how unsatisfied you are, you can't modify the manuscript temporarily! Are you not afraid of disrupting the rhythm of your speech?" He looked at the manuscript in Song Qinrong's hand and looked disapproving.

Hearing this, Song Qinrong didn't explain and just smiled: "I'm in trouble."

Then he turned around and walked onto the stage.

Looking at the girl's calm and composed back, the staff blinked blankly.

Why is it her who is going to compete, but she seems to be more nervous than her?

Thinking of this, the staff shook their heads and waved the strange emperor's in his heart's anxiety.

Seeing that the third player Shu Shu had no need to call him, she was already standing in the waiting area automatically, staring at Song Qinrong's back on the stage with bright eyes. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and look at the stage.

At this time, the girl had already stepped onto the stage step by step along the steps. The lights fell from all directions and projected on her, attracting the attention of the front row of relatives and friends.

"Rongrong is here!" Zhao Shuying sat upright excitedly, and her turbid eyes lit up in an instant.

Song Muxuan stared at the girl on the stage in a daze.

At this time, Song Qinrong was wearing a clean light blue shirt and white jeans wrapped in slender and straight legs, making her look tall and straight.

She reached out and pushed the black-framed glasses on her face. Facing nearly 10,000 viewers on the scene, and the huge camera that almost hit her face, she lost the usual coldness on her face.

There was a little more seriousness and calmness in his dark eyes.

Looking at the camera, she curled her lips and smiled, looking generous and not at all nervous.

But Shu Shu and the staff who knew the truth were all sweating from behind.

"Teacher, you said... can she do it?" Shu Shu pouted, her heart thumping faster than she was on stage by herself.

The staff sighed: "I have never seen anyone who revised the manuscript before going on stage! Who else has prepared for several days? She only took a few minutes to surpass the group of children who have spent several days?"

Hearing this, Shu Shu felt cold sweat all over her palms.

Song Yiyi looked at Song Qinrong on the stage quietly, and her smile became deeper.

Without being too tactful, after standing in his position, Song Qinrong calmly greeted everyone and began her speech.

"Teachers and classmates, good morning, I am Song Qinrong from Class F, Affiliated High School."

A pure and fluent, standard pronunciation opening remark was delivered to every corner of the gymnasium through the microphone.

Song Yiyi's face suddenly froze.

Why?

Isn't she a country bumpkin?

Why can the pronunciation sound so good?

Song Qinrong stood on the stage and had officially started her speech.

Her tone was not too fast, her tone was ups and downs, her content was well organized, and her pronunciation was very standard and smooth. Some lyrics were even pronounced to make the judges' eyes lit up.

I had just heard Song Yiyi's speech, but the tone of the entire competition was raised.

The number one player who went on stage was very nervous and did not perform well, which made everyone in the audience have no hope for the next player.

So when Song Qinrong first came on stage, the people in the audience didn't even raise their heads, and some even took out their mobile phones bored and prepared to show off the style of Goddess Yiyi on their circle of friends.

But from the beginning of Song Qinrong's speech, everyone's eyes were attracted.

"Damn, what kind of dark horse is this on the stage? The sound is so nice!"

"This pronunciation, my god, how did she pronounce this th so nicely but not difficult to pronounce? Ahhhh! Is she a god!"
To be continued...