Chapter 49

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date, asking the sky when this evening is, the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze..."

After knocking on the head of Kong hanyue, Xia Yu looked at her: "talk about people."

"We are a dying little school, a school of flowers, no time."

Kong hanyue began to explain it honestly: "the southern school is more special in its temperament, and its inflection has the nature of wandering, and it is mostly lyrical music. The northern school uses the middle finger according to the string, and the sliding tone has a long interval and plays melodious and deep. "

" what about the fancy school? " Xia Yu asked.

"There are many techniques." Kong hanyue said.

Looking at Xia Yu's puzzled expression, Kong hanyue continued: "it's a lot of skills, fast four points, clip bullet, pick string, these will not mention, there are more difficult."

“…… Is it because there are so many techniques that no one can learn this school? " Xia Yu has understood the situation.

"As long as you learn techniques, you can learn them. What's more, if you are too distracted, you will not be able to grasp the rhythm. If you do not practice hard, or if you are an outstanding genius, you will not be able to learn them. There are also a group of people who are envious of us, who publicize our skills more than our emotions! " Kong hanyue was angry.

Xia Yu heard here, had the idea of changing schools.

But he was just thinking.

"Go on to the next song."

After staying here until 10 p.m., Xia Yu gets on the last subway and returns home.

"Brother, are you back?"

Just entered the door, Xia Yu saw snow again, the girl is sitting on the sofa, watching TV.

There is nothing to watch on TV. She is waiting for Xia Yu.

For their evening out of this matter, Xia Yu use is for the reason of competition practice.

"Go to bed. Don't wait for me."

Looking at the snow into the room, Xia Yu put down her schoolbag and went to the bathroom.

After five minutes, he turned off the light and went back to the bedroom.

After another five minutes, and the snow door opened, the girl crept to the bathroom, picked up Xia Yu's coat to smell.

"perfume!"

……

On Saturday, Xia Yu got up at eight o'clock. After washing, she landed on an siyao's body at 9:30.

Now that he has 4700 playpoints in hand, it's time to continue learning the piano.

Four thousand seven game points, he changed nine double experience cards, there are still 380.

"Continue to learn to praise the sun today?" Asked an siyao.

"Well." Xia Yu opened the cover and began to practice.

Praising the sun is a relatively rebellious song, which is characterized by slow, very slow.

But slow is not easy to grasp, just like riding a bicycle, the slower it is, the more difficult it is to master the balance.

At 10 times the speed, only an hour before the end of eight hours, Xia Yu was able to finish this piece.

And familiar with half an hour, Xia Yu stopped and half an hour of experience card, put down the piano cover, came to the bedroom.

The rest of the time should be the time to talk to an siyao.

But both of them are not people who like to chat. They are interested in topics that have been chatted for so many days. Therefore, it is rare to enter Cen's silence today.

Since there is nothing to talk about, then do not chat, forced chat will only increase the burden.

A yawn, Xia Yu opened an siyao's laptop and browsed it at will.

He is looking at the paragraph of sand sculpture netizen on the forum, suddenly a pop-up box below.

Is it impossible for the upper class to take these bullet frames?

Move the mouse to the top right corner of the pop-up box. Xia Yu takes a look at it. It's not an advertisement. It's a news box.

He was about to press his index finger and found another interesting title.

"The first regional high school musical instrument competition has been decided to start in November."

as the principal said before, the competition will start in November and the final will be held in December.

Time is not tight, but there is still plenty, which is not a problem.

Although an siyao can't control Xia Yu when she uses her body, she can get feedback no matter what sensory stimulation Xia Yu has. First floor fiction www.16txt.com

Therefore, after Xia Yu swept the title of the competition, an siyao also saw the title.

"Are you interested in musical instrument competitions?" Asked the girl.

Xia Yu thought for a second, since swept a glance, it is not good to deny that they are not interested.

"A little bit." Xia Yu said.

"Will you attend?" An siyao asked again.

"I can't take part." Xia Yu lied.

An siyao has no doubt. In her feeling, she can oppress the maid and face a dozen strong men. How can she still be a middle school student?

"Can you see me if I participate?" She said.

“？？？”In silence, the first place was removed from her expectation. Xia Yu said casually, "I can watch the replay. I hope this video can be preserved for ten years."

"Well, are you from ten years later?" An siyao is surprised.

"Well."

"What will I look like in the future?"

"The plane crashed and died five years ago."

"How could that be so?" An siyao is very depressed.

She tried to save herself: "I'm not dead now, so can I change the future? I won't fly in the future

"Good idea."

Perfunctorily, Xia Yu complained in his heart how he just couldn't help watching the news. At the same time, he also reflected on his disguise to see if there was anything wrong.

It's too deliberate for him to let an siyao not take part in that competition.

After a minute, an siyao's voice sounded again: "was it just lying to me?"

"Did you just react?" Xia Yu expressed surprise.

"Don't bully me all the time!" The girl made a feeble protest.

"I'm actually from a parallel world." Xia Yu said again.

"I don't know which is the truth." An siyao has given up thinking, "in a word, if I take part in that competition, can you see mine?"

"I can see you now." Xia Yu said.

"That's not the same." What an siyao wants is that Xia Yu uses his real eyes to look at himself.

After confirming that Xia Yu could see it, she decided to take part in the competition.

Xia Yu hesitated for a while, did not say what.

In fact, he wanted to see this little girl in real life.

As long as they get to the finals, they will meet.

The camouflage prepared by oneself is no problem, it will not be noticeable, and the risk is extremely low.

It's just that number one is hopeless.

But first, it's too ostentatious. Don't worry.

At 5:30 p.m., Xia Yu returns to his body, and at this time trusteeship Yu has already finished his part-time job.

Take out the mobile phone, Xia Yu looked at the date.

It's September 26th. It's only a month away from November.

Back to the changing room to change clothes, Xia Yu walks to Kong hanyue's home.

On the subway, because of the crowd behind him, a teenager about his age bumped into him.

"Sorry." Teenagers are very polite.

"It's OK." Xia Yu nodded and looked at the boy sitting on the empty seat next door.

He felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Sitting in the next car, Zhong Yunze has no familiarity with Xia Yu. He looks at his mobile phone and smiles.

My mother will be very surprised when I suddenly go home.