The principal didn't know what Mr. Yang was going to do and could only follow his steps back.
He Yuan, who was next to Sheng Yue, choked with laughter. "When was the last time I saw this thing?"
Sheng Yue almost burst into laughter too and looked at the stage with interest.
Among the musical instruments, the triangle was definitely one of the most unremarkable.
She had taken precautions against Sheng Yang earlier, thinking that Sheng Yang would make some spectacular move again, but it turned out that she worried too much. Sheng Yang was just grandstanding.
Holding the triangle gently, she looked like an elf, pretty and playful with her dress today.
In fact, compared to other musical instruments, a metal instrument like the triangle seemed to be more suitable for her, perfectly setting off her elegant and aloof temperament.
