Hearing Qin Xin's words, Ao Xinghao's eyes sparkled with a hint of light, and he nodded, "Right, as long as they're from our class. Xin, do you have any suggestions? How about I take you up for a waltz?"
Hu Yi was excited, "I can dance the tango with Sister Xin!"
Qin Xin rolled her eyes, "I told you I can't dance. And I don't want to either."
The two were quite disheartened.
The next second.
Qin Xin smiled nonchalantly, "But I can play the oboe."
Song Anjing became excited, "Really? The oboe? Oboe? The most elegant princess among instruments, Xin, I didn't even know you played the oboe. You're as awesome as God Ao!"
Ao Xinghao was even more surprised, "No, the oboe is much harder to learn than the bassoon. The whole orchestra can have many woodwind players, but the oboe is irreplaceable because it's the only instrument that sets the tuning standard for the orchestra; we all tune to its pitch."
