The Supreme Spy

　　 "Han Qingqing, are you okay?"

　　 Although Qin Yang didn't think much of Han Qingqing about men and women, everyone was classmates and the relationship was good. Naturally, Qin Yang would not sit idly by, and subconsciously poked his head over and asked in a low voice.

　　 Han Qingqing raised his head, his always cold face became a little weaker: "My stomach hurts a bit."

　　 Qin Yang frowned, "Then go to the health clinic, or go to the hospital."

　　 Han Qingqing bit her lip tightly, looked at the stands, and shook her head: "It's not particularly painful, I can bear it for a while. I will be on my show soon, and I will go when I finish playing."

　　Le Yuxin asked worriedly next to him: "Qingqing, can you do it? Don't force it, your body is the most important thing."

　　 Xue Wantong also said with concern: "Yes, your body is important. It doesn't matter if you don't perform. Besides, even if you are on stage, you are not performing."

　　 Han Qingqing showed a small smile: "It's okay, the repertoire I played is not difficult and not long, it will be over soon, just hold on and pass."

　　 Looking at the caring eyes of people around, Han Qingqing added again: "I know my own body, so don't worry."

　　 When everyone heard Han Qingqing say this, they didn't persuade him any more, but Qin Yang looked at Han Qingqing's face with faint anxiety in his heart.

The chorus and sketches of the second class were quickly over, followed by the third class of Cheng Yingfan’s piano solo "Shepherd Boy Piccolo", wearing a white shirt, bow tie and a black suit, Cheng Yingfan sat under the placed piano, and a circle of white light fell. Shrouded Cheng Yingfan and the black piano.

　　 "Wow, that's handsome!"

　　 "It's very formal, but it feels good."

　　 "This buddy looks like that, but I don't know what's going on?"

"look forward to!"

　　 Cheng Yingfan has a calm expression on his face, and his eyes are full of confidence. He put his hands on the piano, and a series of cheerful piano sounds suddenly sounded.

　　 The audience became quiet. Both men and women listened quietly to Cheng Yingfan's piano solo, whether they could understand it or not, but they were all attracted by this cheerful piano piece with Chinese characteristics, and they listened quite intently.

Professor Zhang Ming listened for a while, and nodded slightly with satisfaction. In the ears of a music-savvy person like him, the performance of this Shepherd Boy Piccolo is naturally flawed, but he himself is a magnanimous person, for a non-professional person. Professor Zhang Ming already feels quite good when his students play like this, and even feels a little sorry for Cheng Yingfan. If he can stick to the music path and keep going, he may achieve higher and better achievements.

　　 Qin Yang only listened to it for a short while, frowning, and then turned away from him, and set his gaze on Han Qingqing not far away, his gaze worried.

Han Qingqing leaned forward by two points more than before. Her hands pressed her lower abdomen firmly and bit her lip tightly. Her expression was quite painful, but she did not make a sound, trying not to affect it. People around.

Soon, the Shepherd Boy Piccolo came to an end in a burst of brisk notes, and there was a burst of warm applause in the small auditorium, as well as applause and whistles, especially the students in Class 3 behind Qin Yang and others shouted extremely arrogantly. .

　　 "Han Qingqing, the next show will be your solo!"

　　 At this time, the two hosts have already stepped onto the stage, and they also retained Cheng Yingfan, who bowed and was about to leave, and prepared for an interview.

　　 Just when Cheng Yingfan talked about her experience of learning piano on stage, and took the opportunity to express that she wanted to learn from Professor Zhang Ming, Han Qingqing stood up pale and prepared to take the stage.

　　 Han Qingqing only took a few steps, and suddenly he whispered, and squatted down, holding his abdomen with both hands, his face was painful, and sweat faintly ran down his forehead.

　　 Xue Wantong quickly stood up: "Han Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

　　 "My stomach hurts..."

Han Qingqing gritted her teeth and replied, as if she wanted to stand up and continue on stage, but when she stood up, she couldn't help but reached out and supported the chair. Obviously, her stomach pain was not even a little bit severe, so she could even stand. Waddled.

　　 Xue Wantong suddenly panicked: "Le Yuxin, Zhao Rui, you two support her, we will go to the infirmary immediately."

　　 Han Qingqing bit his lip and said: "I want to perform on stage..."

　　 Xue Wantong said without hesitation: "When is the time, what are you going to do? Hurry up, Liu Rong, He Tianfeng, please tell them, ask for a leave, this show is not available."

He Tianfeng agreed. He just stood up, and a strange voice came from behind: "It's so scary. It doesn't hurt early or late. When I was about to go on stage, I said my stomach hurts. This reason is really bad. "

　　 Qin Yang frowned suddenly for two points. Turning his head, he saw Zheng Mei's yin and yang sentence like this. Following her sentence, the students in Class 3 immediately followed you and I.

　　 "Yes, when does it hurt, but it hurts at this time!"

　　 "Pretend you really look like it!"

　　 "If it doesn't work, just admit it and lose. It's not ashamed. It's shameful to do it like this, OK?

　　 "Isn't it arrogant just now, why don't you continue to be arrogant now?"

　　 "Looks so beautiful~www.NovelMTL.com~ but courageous is so small, really..."

The wind and words behind him suddenly seemed like a knife, and Han Qingqing's eyes showed a two-point decision. She gritted her teeth, stood up, and put her hands down, but Qin Yang clearly saw her clenching tightly. On the cheek, it is clear that she is suppressing her pain by gritting her teeth.

　　 "Let me go up, no matter good or bad, I will finish this song, I can't shame our class!"

Han Qingqing was about to step forward, but suddenly felt that his arm was being grabbed. When he turned his head, he saw Qin Yang's calm and calm face, but his eyes seemed to have a faint Two flames are beating.

　　 "Don't do it anymore, even if you get sick, even if you insist on playing, they will find other words to hit you and hit us."

　　 Qin Yang did not give Han Qingqing any opportunity to refute, and said directly to Xue Wantong: "Teacher, you take her to the infirmary, Le Yuxin, Zhao Rui, you help, here is handed to me."

Xue Wantong looked at Qin Yang who suddenly stood up. Listening to his calm voice, her flustered heart suddenly settled down inexplicably, and she nodded and said, "Okay, go to the backstage teacher and cancel Han Qingqing's show. ..."

　　 Qin Yang turned his eyes to look at the third class students who were still whispering and whispering in the back, and then looked at Zheng Mei, who had a strange look of yin and yang, Qin Yang's eyes narrowed for two points, revealing two points of coldness.

　　 "No need to cancel."

　　 Xue Wantong’s voice was interrupted, and she looked at Qin Yang in amazement, "No need to cancel?"

"Yes!"

　　 Le Yuxin said puzzledly: "Qingqing can't be on stage like this?"

　　 Qin Yang stared at Han Qingqing calmly: "I'm on!"