Chapter 23

The composition that can make LV Yumei applaud is certainly not simple, so other teachers put down their work and ran to watch the composition.

Mi Xuehong, the first female teacher to finish reading, nodded: "yes, this composition is really well written, and I can't give full marks." While talking, she glanced over the other papers, and suddenly she was stunned, because this student's comprehensive questions were all right. If the composition was given full marks, wouldn't this student get 150 points.

Therefore, she said to Yan Weimin in a sour way: "Mr. Yan, the students in your class are really amazing. It's so difficult to answer all the basic questions correctly."

"No way."

Some other teachers didn't believe it. They passed it around one after another. After reading it, they couldn't help sucking in the cold air and praising the student one after another. Even if they were allowed to do this paper, these teachers might not get full marks.

But Yan Weimin, who was sought after, was not happy at all. Finally, the paper was handed to Yan Weimin. There was a teacher. Could you tell which student it was by notes?

At the sight of the notes on the roll, Yan Weimin felt as if he had eaten a fly. It is certain that this is the notes of song inkstone. The handwriting is neat and powerful, with a trace of elegance. This is the only place that song inkstone deserves his praise.

"Can Yan see who it is?"

Other teachers continue to ask.

"I can't see."

Yan Weimin said coldly, then he put the test paper back into the teacher's arms, and then he buried himself in modifying the test paper, but he couldn't calm down in his heart. Do I really want to bow to the little bastard in front of all of them and admit my mistake? Thinking of this, his face became a little twisted and ferocious.

Notice that other teachers in this scene are a little strange, what's wrong with teacher Yan? It's clear that his students did well in the exam, but it's this expression. Only Li Youcheng, who knows his inner feelings, sighs secretly.

At the end of the monthly exam, Yan Weimin apologized in front of all his classmates.

On the way to the coffee shop, song Yan ponders that he hasn't been to the martial arts school for a while. It's just that he will have a holiday tomorrow. It's better to practice in the martial arts school. Unfortunately, I haven't met Zhao Fengyang in the first two times, or I'll have a competition with him.

Although Zhao Fengyang is the head of the martial arts school, he seldom comes to the martial arts school. His eldest disciple He Yong is in charge of the martial arts school, while he takes other disciples to make movies. He is the martial arts instructor and some of his disciples are the Dragon Tiger martial arts teacher.

Just came to the coffee shop, Yinger asked him to go to the office, the owner's wife asked.

"Sister Su heard that you asked for me?" After this period of time, song Yan has found out Su mei'er's temperament, which is informal, but there are also some little girls' personalities. In short, they are willful.

"You haven't played a new original tune these days. Can you play an original tune tonight?"

Su Meier's secluded way. Today, her white shirt deepened her blue jeans and set off her beautiful figure. She was very attractive. Song Yan thought she was not a lascivious person, but she couldn't help looking twice.

Facing the charming Su mei'er, song Yan can't say no, so she nodded: "OK, then she will play an original tune." ,

eight points.

Song Yan just sat down in front of the piano, and there was applause in the shop. After playing these days, at least 90% of the old guests have turned into fans.

He hurriedly got up, saluted everyone, and said: "now, I will dedicate this song" walking in the rain "to you, thank you for your support, and also dedicate this song to the beautiful landlady, thank her for paying me."

Hearing song Yan's words, many people smiled, and Su mei'er, who had walked out of the office, couldn't help but set off a proud arc and murmured, "this kid is more and more glib."

From Song inkstone's fingers, the music of love and pleasure flows out, turning into beautiful notes and drilling into people's ears and hearts.

Walking in the rain is a relatively light tune. It's like walking on a tree lined path, better like walking freely in the drizzle

After listening to this walk in the rain, Su mei'er couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. Although this piece of music is not as original as the three pieces played in front of song Yan, it is also a good work. She has studied three pieces of music in front of song Yan, three pieces of music, three different types, plus this one, four types.

Generally, composers focus on the types of music they write. For example, some composers are good at sad music, some are good at pleasure, some are good at classical music, and some are good at modern music. If all the four pieces are written by the boy himself, he is absolutely an all-around composer.

I can write so many songs at a young age, and I also have the ability to play at the master level. Do you want to be such a monster? To be honest, she is a little jealous of this boy. She likes piano and listening to piano music, but her performance is very good.

At the end of the performance, Su mei'er paid song Yan four hundred yuan.

"Thank you, sister su." Song Yan smiled and said that the reason why he didn't refuse was because he knew it would make her unhappy.

After a few words, song Yan left and went back to the dormitory.

After the last time to the alley where Fifi was hijacked, he subconsciously looked inside, which just met a pair of cold eyes.That's a woman. The light in the alley is too dark to see each other's looks. At the moment, she is leaning against the wall, covering her abdomen with one hand and holding a dagger with the other.

"Go away!"

The other side's voice is a little hoarse.

Song Yan frowned slightly, but at last he didn't say anything. If he guessed right, the woman should be hurt, because he smelled a faint smell of blood. However, the other party was obviously not an ordinary person, so he didn't care much.

Just out of 100 meters, four tall men in black suits and sunglasses ran past him.

"She's not far from here because she's seriously injured. She should be near here. Search for the details."

Song Yan stepped forward, but he felt that the four men dressed like bodyguards should go to the woman in the alley.

After a few steps, song Yan suddenly turned back and ran to the alley.

When he came to the entrance of the alley, the battle was over.

The four bodyguards were all lying on the ground, dead and alive, while the woman was half kneeling on the ground.

"Whew!"

A fierce wind came to song Yan's face. A dagger brushed his nose and flew across his body or even subconsciously. If he reacted a little slower, the dagger would be nailed into his face. For a while, he was in a cold sweat. At the same time, he was angry.

Looking up, the woman threw a dagger and fell into the alley, as if she was dizzy.

"This woman was hunted down. Shall I help her? But this woman should not be an ordinary person. If she helps her, will she cause trouble for herself? Besides, this woman is not good at fault. She almost killed me just now. "

Song Yan's two kinds of psychology are constantly fighting. At last, he decides to take the woman away first.

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