Chapter 22

After his music skills finally reached LV3, Xia Yu can't wait to apply for a job in the coffee shop on the corner of the street. However, today is Thursday and he still needs classes.

It was not easy to wait until today's course was completed, and the monitor left us all.

"Next week is the cultural festival. We must decide the program of our class today. Now I have six plans in hand. I will read out the plan and vote." He picked up the plan and the monitor began to read it.

The six plans are: Maid's coffee shop, male waiter's coffee shop, after-school cram class, break-up experience, wall Dong experience, flower rope competition.

The maid's coffee shop and the waiter's coffee shop are the only two hot spots. The rest of them are the existence of makeovers. Xia Yu's after-school cram class is a plan written by Xia Yu to deal with his classmates who want him to sign the maid's coffee shop and the waiter's coffee shop.

Knowing that the students only looked at the title of the plan and had no interest in the content of the plan, the monitor spoke very fast and entered the voting session three minutes later.

In order to prevent being affected by external factors, anonymous notes were used in the voting. Two minutes later, the monitor put away the note and made statistics with the members of the literature and Art Committee.

It took more than ten seconds to finish the statistics, Xia Yu saw the monitor's face strange.

The monitor coughed, then coughed again, and began to read out the votes.

"Maid cafe, twelve tickets."

Xia Yu thought: there are forty people in the class, twelve tickets are a little less, so the winner is the waiter's coffee shop?

"Barman cafe, twelve tickets."

Twelve votes? It's hard to draw. In other words, can the remaining four plans take up 16 votes?

The monitor continued to read:

"break up experience, one vote."

"Wall Dong experience, one ticket."

"Turn rope contest, one vote."

After reading this, Xia Yu and his classmates were flustered. The remaining four plans accounted for 16 votes, but three of them had only one vote, that is to say, the last one had 13 votes?

And the last plan, like

"After class cram class, 13 tickets."

"Well, the program of our class decides that it is the after-school cram class."

The students began to howl:

"no, I just didn't want to vote for the maid and the waiter, so I just found one to vote for

"Me too. Who will go to the after-school cram class? I just want to play!"

"I just support Xia Yu!"

"It's over."

The eyes of the whole class looked at Xia Yu.

"Why don't we do it again?" Xia Yu tries to correct the world line.

"No, I don't want to. Anyway, the maid and waiter are very boring. It's not as interesting as cram school."

"I'll give them a fright at that time!"

“……”

Looking at the inexplicable excited students, Xia Yu rubbed his forehead.

Just be happy.

It was over, he got up, left the classroom, and headed for the coffee shop on the corner.

The convenience store has found someone to replace Xia Yu. The store manager asked Xia Yu to pay his wages on Sunday, so he is free now.

Take the subway to the next station and walk five minutes to the destination. The coffee shop is in the middle of the street.

After reading the sign, Xia Yu walked in.

"Welcome. How many are you, please?" A girl in waiters' clothes came to Xia Yu.

"I came here to apply." Xia Yu said.

"Ah?" The girl was surprised, "but we only need pianists here."

She saw that Xia Yu was a high school student and thought he wanted to come to apply for a waiter.

"Then I am not mistaken." The suspicion of girls, Xia Yu did not have the slightest accident, if not suspected, it is not normal.

"Sorry, the store manager is in the back. I'll show you." Girl with Xia Yu, came to the coffee shop inside the rest room.

A young man is sitting in a chair playing with his mobile phone.

The girl and the youth carried on the simple explanation, walked out, left only Xia Yu and each other a room.

The young man took out a cigarette and lit it. He looked at Xia Yu suspiciously: "I'll explain in advance that I don't look at certificates here. I'm also a piano player. What I'm looking at is real talent, OK?" Infallible novel www.wcxs.net

"Yes." Xia Yu nodded.

"So what is your certificate level?" Asked the youth.

"No Xia Yu said.

"Ah?" The young man's eyes widened.

"Don't you look at the certificate?" Where does Xia Yu have time to take an examination, fortunately, the youth dug a pit for himself in advance.

"No, I don't watch it. I don't watch it. You can't do it either..." The young man sighed and choked off his cigarette. "Forget it, there's a piano outside. Go and play it."Came to the hall outside, Xia Yu sat in front of the piano.

The guests in the hall also looked at the new pianist.

At this time, the young store manager has some regrets, now learning piano, which have no certificate? Certificates are already the purpose of those guys learning the piano.

The senior high school student in front of him thought that he could find a job after learning a little piano in music class?

There are many acquaintances in the shop. If he plays two tigers, he will lose his face!

But now there is no time to stop, the teenager has pressed the first tone.

The elegant melody echoed in the hall.

Young people stand up and sit down again. This string of melody has proved the strength of Xia Yu.

Which song is this?

Cold valley wind? The autumn of reed? Baoli in the lake?

After listening carefully for a while, the young man opened his mouth in amazement.

He patted his thigh:

mom, it's the Pope's dancer!

Among the guests in the hall, a few people who knew the trade were also a little surprised, but more guests just felt a little pleasant, so Xia Yu didn't find anything wrong.

When he finished playing a song, he put down his hand, a little dissatisfied. This is the first time that he uses his body to play the piano. Some of his movements are stiff. Moreover, this piano is not as good as an siyao's home.

Turning his head, Xia Yu wanted to ask if he could do it again, but saw the young man's face and had already got to his body.

Immediately and the youth opened a distance, Xia Yu just want to ask how, was young people hold the hand.

"Please stay in my coffee shop." Young people's eyes are sincere.

Xia Yu, who has been affirmed, is very happy, but the scene of marriage proposal makes him uncomfortable.

Xia Yu and the youth come to the lounge to discuss the employment problem.

He first told the youth that he was still in school, and the youth thought for a moment and said:

"from Monday to Friday, from 3:00 to 5:30 every day, on Saturdays, from 1:00 p.m. to 5:30 p.m., with an hour off in the middle and a holiday on Sunday."

"Yes, what about the salary?" Xia Yu asked the core question.

"Well, you know, I'm just a small caf é, so the salary is certainly not comparable to that of a large coffee shop." The youth said with some embarrassment.

Yuxia's price dropped to 4000 in my heart.

The youth said the price: "so it can only be 8000 a month."

"How much?" Xia Yu was stunned.

"8000 is a little low, but it's only temporary. With you, I can raise the style of the coffee shop. Those petty bourgeoisie are easy to cheat. If you make more money, you can get a higher salary." Youth and Xia Yu talked about the future vision.

Xia Yu was silent. He felt something wrong: "I'm not too low. Didn't you say in the recruitment information outside that 'the salary is about 3000 to 5000'? Why did it go up so much? "

After listening to Xia Yu's words, the youth was stunned.

He grabbed his head and asked Xia Yu, "I'll ask you for a moment. What grade do you think your level is now?"

"The most difficult piece I can play is the Pope's dancer. Isn't that a regular tune in a coffee shop?"

Xia Yu has already vaguely understood that the reason why he thinks so is because he asked an siyao before, and an siyao will go to the coffee shop

Sure enough, the young man replied, "well The Pope's dancer is really a regular tune, but it's a regular tune in a big cafe, and normally plays the first and second parts

"So what's the repertoire of your cafes?" Xia Yu asked.

"Guda etude, and some modern repertoire, such as the name of the autumn of the reed and so on."

“……”

Yes, it was attacked by an siyao.

Thinking about her eight hours a day, the days of high-intensity piano practice, Xia Yu felt sad.