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The second bat flew out as well.

Under the crowd's gaze, the little hoodlum suddenly shouted: "So hot!" Then, as if throwing away a hot potato, he threw the bat in his hand away.

"Ghost, there's really a ghost!" The first delinquent let go of Xu Yi's hand, held his head and shouted, "Run, there's a ghost here!"

The other hoodlum held onto his burnt hand, his eyes were filled with fear. He followed behind the first hoodlum, and the two of them ran through the crowd and down the stairs. Zhou Heng and the others did not stop them, and allowed them to escape.

"Did you do it?" Miss Tong suddenly asked Zhou Heng in a low voice.

Zhou Heng was startled for a moment, he turned to look at Miss Tong, whether it was flying the first ball or heating it up with the second ball, he moved very quickly. It was already night, and Old Music Building did not have any light, so he was confident that no one else could see his movements, but who would have known that Miss Tong would discover it?

Zhou Heng could only nod his head.

"I won't tell." Miss Tong laughed and said. In fact, she did not see it either, she only felt that the only person who could do such a thing was Zhou Heng.

Bai Lu glanced at the two of them, but didn't say anything.

On the other hand, just like the two hooligans, Xu Yi attributed all of this onto the ghost, "This place is too evil, I think we should also go first. If you guys want to explore, we can come back tomorrow morning, what do you think?"

No one responded to him, and only Qin Fen spoke with disdain, "Weren't you very brave and fierce just now? Why did you suddenly become cowardly again!? "

"Submit?" Xu Yi stuck out his chest, "How would I submit!" With that, he stood in front of everyone.

"There aren't any ghosts in this world," Xu Yi said, as he moved forward. "I'm just afraid that you girls will be frightened!" However, just as he was about to step forward, he hesitated again. The actions of the two hoodlums just now were too suspicious. Maybe there really was something dirty up there.

"Out of the way, out of the way!" Qin Fen pushed Xu Yi away, "Let me take the lead!" Originally, she was also very afraid, but after what had just happened, the fear in her heart had been washed away instead.

The rest followed Qin Fen up. Xu Yi hesitated for a moment before following.

At this moment, the piano suddenly stopped playing.

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When the pheasant pushed open the door of the music room, the piano stopped playing.

"Who's here!" The pheasant rushed in and roared.

He gripped the baseball bat in his hand and looked around. There was only a black piano in the empty classroom. Other than that, not a single shadow could be seen.

"What about the piano player?" The pheasant talked as it slowly walked toward the piano. He was bolstering himself by talking to himself.

Of course, no one responded to his words. The pheasant came to the piano.

The piano was very clean, without a single speck of dust. In front of the piano, there was a small wooden stool. It seemed that there really were people who frequently practiced here.

Why was this person hiding from him? The pheasant put its baseball bat on the ground and sat down on a wooden stool.

His fingers rested on the white keys of the piano. Ever since he became a hoodlum with the Margo, he had never touched a piano before.

The pheasant's fingers pressed an octave on the piano, and a melodious sound resounded from the bottom of his hand. The piano wasn't as expensive as the one he used to study at home, but it still had a good timbre because someone had carefully tuned it.

The familiar sound reminded the pheasant of many things.

His father, Chen He Xi, was a music teacher in Coastal University and received a decent salary. However, he liked to collect expensive musical instruments that were much more expensive than his salary. At first, his family could understand and support him, but gradually, his mother couldn't stand his obsession. On the day that the pheasant became an adult, she chose to divorce her father in order to end it all. The pheasant hoped that after the divorce, his father would be restrained and that he would do something to save his mother. Unexpectedly, without his mother's restraints, his father went crazy and began to borrow some valuable items.

The pheasant was taken to his mother's house to live with her. He did not dare to reveal anything about music to his mother, afraid that it would bring back memories of his mother's sorrow. As a result, he gradually drifted away from the music. Not long ago, his father was hacked to death in his bedroom by a burglar who had entered his room to rob him. On the day of his father's funeral, he was detained in the police station for brawling.

The pheasant played the third movement of the Piano Sonata in C minor, the last chapter of the Moonlight Sonata.

Because he had no score and had not played the zither for a long time, the pheasant's fingers became very raw. The third chapter of Moonlight's exaltation did not display the storm-like momentum under his hands, but rather was intermittent, raw and choked with sobs.

After playing for a while, the pheasant's fingers stopped moving.

"Heh." He let out a bitter laugh. The original him had inherited his father's outstanding talent in music, but even so, he could not afford to waste time.

The movements of those memories in the muscles were no longer coherent. The current him was unable to play a complete tune.

"Scram!" The pheasant forced itself to make a snort of disdain. "This old piano is so boring." "No," he said.

Just when the pheasant was about to leave.

The ring finger of his right hand suddenly pressed downwards. An impassioned note sounded.

The feeling of the past suddenly returned.

It was as if he had returned to the moment when he was practicing with his father. Page after page of music scores appeared before the pheasant's eyes.

Involuntarily, the pheasant's fingers beat on the piano keys.

A storm!

The third movement of the Piano Sonata in C minor was playing at the bottom of his hand. It was like a torrential downpour. Deafness, failure in love, these things did not hinder Beethoven's progress. The setbacks of life can defeat a normal person, but not a true giant.

The pheasant's eyes suddenly became moist.

He seemed to be able to sense the sorrow in this passionate music. Every note that splashed from under his fingers carried a soul, and the notes came to life and surrounded him.

Enveloped him in the world of music.

The pheasant's fingers beat faster and faster on the piano, a speed that a man who had not practiced piano for a long time should not have.

He was like a madman in the music world, more like his dead father than Beethoven.

The pheasant closed its eyes, but its movements did not slow down in the slightest.

"So the person playing the zither is this cockatoo!" Qin Fen arrived at the entrance of the classroom and saw the mountain chicken playing the zither.

"So powerful." Bailu Yi was so shocked that her mouth gaped open.

Surprise was written all over the faces of Miss Tong and Xu Yi. No matter how they looked at it, this crowned chicken head did not look like a person who could play such a tune.

Only Zhou Heng frowned.

He saw a faint shadow clinging to the pheasant's body. The dark shadow was controlling the pheasant's fingers, wildly jumping on the piano keys.