When Qiao Yimo heard it, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help laughing.

This laugh made Qiao Anchu angry, and she frowned unhappily, "Sister, what do you mean?"

What does Qiao Yimo mean?

Is it wrong for her Qiao Anchu to win the championship?

Why does Qiao Yimo laugh at her?

Does Qiao Yimo know the piano herself?

What qualifications do you have to laugh at her?

I'm afraid she doesn't even have the qualifications to participate in the competition!

Qiao Yimo poured a glass of water and took a sip, quite lazy, "Nothing."

Such a lazy look made Qiao Anchu extremely upset, but she can't lose her temper now and can't be fooled by Qiao Yimo. She must maintain a good image in front of Dong Yan, otherwise Dong Yan will not like her.

She endured this breath, squeezed the skirt tightly, walked to the piano, and smiled gently and gently: "Mom, grandma, I will give you a piano song."

She deliberately played the piano in front of Qiao Yimo, anyway, her piano is even better than Qiao Yimo!

A person who doesn't even have the qualifications to participate in the competition is not qualified to laugh at her.

She will definitely win this championship and put it in front of Qiao Yimo.

Hit her face hard!

She just wanted to tell the Qiao family, and even people in the world, that her Qiao Anchu is no worse than Qiao Yimo at all.

The skill of Qiao Yimo's three-legged cat is not as good as Qiao Anchu's finger! Qiao Anchu thought so, his hands kept moving.

Then, the crisp and melodious piano sound slowly flowed from the fingertips.

Beautiful and moving, sometimes as wild as a galloping horse, sometimes as happy as a mountain stream, every syllable makes people fascinated.

As soon as the song landed, Dong Yan and Grandma Qingzhi slowly opened their eyes, clapped their hands, and couldn't help sighing, "It's great."

I have to say that now her piano level is completely improved by a level, and she is completely different from Qiao Anchu of the previous few months.

Qiao Anchu received these compliments, not surprisingly, but rather modestly, "Mom, grandma, I'm overwhelmed, it's all up to Mr. Hibbert for advice!"

Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows, tapped his fingers on the tabletop, and did not speak.

Qiao Anchu stared at Qiao Yimo for a while, constricted the hostility in his eyes, and asked harmlessly: "Sister, what do you think of my song just now?"

Qiao Yimo leaned back on the sofa lazily. She looked at Qiao Anchu's triumphant smile and smiled, "Although I am not an insider, I can hear that the tune is really good."

Qiao Anchu didn’t expect Qiao Yimo to understand. After all, Qiao Yimo didn’t know anything about the piano. Even if she did, she only knew how to play the piano. How could she tell whether she played well or not, but what she didn’t expect was Qiao Yimo. Said I understood it!

It's so funny!

Wouldn't even the piano be willing to lose?

Suddenly, she smiled, "Sister, if you let Hibbert give some pointers, maybe you can talk to me..."

Qiao Yimo leaned on the sofa, tapping his slender fingers on the tabletop rhythmically, adding: "But this song is quite familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere..."

Qiao Anchu was interrupted by her and was questioned about the work. He was a little panicked, but he still tightened the skirt and tried to get him back to normal. "Sister, what do you mean by this? I personally composed this piece in Royal Music. My original! I don’t know if you questioned or denied me?"

Qiao Yimo tilted his head, tucked the hair on his forehead, his smile was mixed with a bit of chill, and the corners of his mouth were wickedly twitched, and he said with a smile, "It definitely doesn't mean that. I mean, excellent. The works may all have similarities." JrNovels.com