Learning Demon Cultivation System

"easy."

"Saxophone version of Slam Dunk?"

"This is considered an air-sounding instrument, so let's talk about it if necessary."

If other people are so arrogant, I'm afraid they will be sprayed.

But everyone present knew that Li Zheng never lied.

After such an exchange, Zhang Xiaoke's expression became serious in an instant.

"If what Master said is true..." Zhang Xiaoke sat down majestically, rubbing his chin just like Li Zheng, "I have the confidence to plan this finale show to the point where it will blow up!"

Chapter 197

Zhang Xiaoke looked like he was about to make a big deal, but the others didn't react much.

Tang Zhifei looked at Lin Yujing immediately, "Is Yujing okay?"

"Well……"

Lin Yujing wasn't actually here this time.

Instead, Zhang Xiaoke gagged her.

"Yes!" Zhang Xiaoke grabbed Lin Yujing and replied.

Lin Yujing took a lot of effort to break free, poohed several times, wiped her mouth for a long time before half pushing and half saying: "It's impossible for slag to know so many musical instruments, the effect of the show will not be very good."

"I'm safe here, don't use me as a shield." Li Zheng waved his hands and smiled, "But you, don't you have any other specialties besides piano and natural sounds?"

Lin Yujing shuddered when she heard the words, and was too embarrassed to speak.

The rest of the people also looked at Li Zheng with uncomfortable faces.

"What's wrong with the sound of nature." Li Zheng looked around, "Lin Yujing sings well if she sings well. I'm always seeking truth from facts."

"Then don't say it..." Zhang Xiaoke reminded, "This kind of praise is very uncomfortable."

Li Zheng snorted and showed the five fingers of his right hand: "What's the matter, everyone has a name, and I am still the 'God's Finger'."

"Oh? What about me?" Jiang Qinghua asked.

"Desperate Shaker." Li Zheng answered eloquently.

"Who am I?" Zhang Xiaoke also got excited.

"Hmm..." Li Zheng thought about it on the spot, "Dog Dancer?"

"Get out!!!"

"Okay, don't worry about these false names." Li Zheng looked at Tang Zhifei after comforting him, "That's it, give us 10 minutes for the show, okay?"

Tang Zhifei is naturally afraid of trouble, but compared with it, she should not dampen the enthusiasm of the students for literature and art. After some weighing, she nodded and said: "I will help you talk to the principal, but at least you have to wait until the 30th. Make a sample show."

"Cough..." Jiang Qinghua from behind coughed, waved his hands lightly and smiled, "Well, I appreciate the kindness, but I still won't play with you, and Xiao really doesn't go well with you."

"No, you must be there." Li Zheng held Jiang Qinghua down, "And I personally always believe that the triangle is the soul of the band."

"That's right." Zhang Xiaoke followed suit, "Have you heard the theme song of "Naruto"? Isn't there a flute at the beginning, it's so burning."

"That's not a flute, it's a shakuhachi." Jiang Qinghua's eyes gradually deepened, "The shakuhachi is an ancient musical instrument of Wuyue in my country. It is similar to the Dongxiao. I happen to have a collection. I practiced the song you mentioned in junior high school. In fact, it is far less difficult than "Serious Snow", the main difficulty lies in the explosive power and flavor of exhalation."

"Damn! Then come soon!"

"But...I..." Jiang Qinghua looked back and forth between Li Zheng and Lin Yujing, a little confused.

As a musician, he naturally has a heart for playing.

As a squad leader, you should also stand up when the school needs it.

It's just that he clearly made up his mind not to be a light bulb again.

You just sing your love songs.

Why bother to pull on my ecstasy flute?

Seeing Jiang Qinghua's constipated expression, Lin Yujing became annoyed.

Wasn't it because of this yesterday that I didn't even eat barbecue.

It doesn't sound like a dream.

"Come here!" Lin Yujing slapped the table hard, "I'm not so nervous when there are so many people."

"This..." Jiang Qinghua looked at the expectant eyes of several people, and finally couldn't bear to shirk it. With a lift, he took out the long flute from his schoolbag, forced a smile, and said, "This is the end, then I will never give up." Mingxiaoke, I will not refuse."

Why is it strong?

Because he knows.

Desperate, it is not the life of others.

But his own life.

Facing Li Zheng and Lin Yujing.

In the past, he was eager to participate in it, but he was always frustrated.

Now, he only wants to save his life and leave the field, but he will not be let go.

difficult.

It's really hard for him to die.

……

After 10 minutes, the four-person team rushed to the music classroom and prepared to rehearse for a small test.

At this time, the instructor group in the classroom had dispersed, leaving only a thin and thin glasses network administrator teacher who was cleaning up the mess.

The so-called "network management" actually refers to appearance, not occupation.

The appearance of this teacher, no matter how you look at it, is a super home network administrator who spends every day in an underground Internet cafe and becomes malnourished.

After some questioning, it was discovered that he was the unknown music teacher, Tan Hui.

It turns out that Yinghu really has a music teacher?

After asking again, I found out that he didn't actually exist.

No, this is not Schrödinger's set, he really does not exist.

To be precise, he only exists in the junior high school.

The junior high school of Yinghu Middle School is two kilometers away, and this teacher Tan spends 95% of his time there. Because of today's program selection, the principal asked him to come over to adjust the equipment.

Now that the judging of the show is over and everyone else has left, he still needs to clean up the speakers and musical instruments, and loosen the strings, so that he can leave.

It's rare to meet a genuine music teacher, Zhang Xiaoke took advantage of the opportunity to set up a magnet after asking how he was.

In a few minutes, Tan Hui laughed immediately after hearing the program ideas of several people.

"The tone is loud enough." Tan Hui played the ashes on the piano box, rubbed the big middle part and said with a smile, "Let's not talk about all the strings, as long as you can tune the instruments in this room Come on, I'll stay up all night to compose music for you."

"Oh?" Li Zheng stared, "I'm obviously just thinking about the music arrangement, but I haven't said it yet. Teacher Tan is so considerate?"

"You just blow it." Tan Hui leaned back on the chair, and his whole body sank, "If I didn't like "Digimon" too, I wouldn't bother to listen to you."

Look at this unartistic sitting posture, maybe he really worked as a network administrator.

Moreover, it is obvious that this person is not very well informed and belongs to a relatively marginal figure, otherwise he would not dare to compete with the light of Yinghu Lake·Under One Person·Champion of Huajing·Shaolin Xuzhu·God's Finger·Xuemo Dao Mozun·Li Zheng, speaking like this.

Seeing his attitude.

It was not convenient for Li Zheng to say anything.

As a top person, it seems embarrassing to speak up at such a time.

At this time, the importance of disciples and grandchildren is reflected.

"Teacher Tan, don't you really know?" Zhang Xiaoke began to gesture vividly, "The person in front of you is the champion of the Light of Yinghu Lake Huajing... Li Zheng! As for the person next to him, he is the voice of nature ·God of the examination room...be quiet!"

"Oh oh oh, they are all very powerful." Tan Hui just responded casually after hearing this, and he still slumped on the chair and asked lazily with his ears out, "But I am a music teacher... you and I What are you talking about?"

"Okay, then there's nothing to talk about." Zhang Xiaoke pouted at Li Zheng, "Come on, Master."

Needless to say, Li Zheng had already pulled out the guitar and tuned it, holding it in his arms.

Not to mention, when he was hot-handed before the selection today, he really practiced solo for a while, but no one noticed.

"Is "Flight of the Bumblebee" okay?" Li Zheng asked, strumming the strings.

Hearing the title of the song, Tan Hui couldn't help swallowing, and then sat up straighter.

"You... let me listen to a paragraph first."

"Yeah." Li Zheng took a breath and moved his left hand to the high pitch.

Be careful, don't go too fast.

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2.

1.

Li Zheng stared, and his left and right hands suddenly twitched like a piano demon.

A series of strange melodies burst out rapidly.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump~~~"

Amidst the circling high-speed climbing sound, Tan Hui was so shocked that he straightened up, like an old mummy who had been sitting paralyzed for thousands of years, suddenly raised his corpse.

Before he had time to say anything, the crisp piano sound suddenly mixed in.

Like another bee swirling in!

Tan Hui turned his head in shock, only to find that Lin Yujing was already sitting in front of the piano, seamlessly cutting in.

The two piano sounds were played in sync, which made Tan Hui suspect that the two of them came here to scare people after practicing for a year.

Just when Tan Hui was about to stand up and listen carefully, a lonely man not far away twitched his hand and showed a flute from nowhere.

what?

and also!

Xiao can also?

How much lung capacity is this?

Tan Hui looked intently.

I saw the man, who was about to bring the flute to his mouth, but suddenly froze and retreated tremblingly.

Are you trying to force yourself?

After repeating it three or four times, the man will inevitably feel aggrieved and want to cry.

Yes, it's just trying to show off.

"Damn it...too fast..." Jiang Qinghua wiped his mouth and closed his flute sadly.

At the same time, Li Zheng and Lin Yujing ticked off the final notes almost at the same time, and raised their hands to finish.

In just over a minute, the song "Flight of the Bumble Bee" has already been played.

After a long time, the lingering sound dissipated, and Tan Hui rubbed the big and middle points, and finally looked at Li Zheng and Lin Yujing squarely: "Ah...you...art students should have said it earlier..."

"Oh, teacher, haven't you already said it? Have you listened carefully?" Zhang Xiaoke jumped up, pointed at Li Zheng and said again, "This is the light of Yinghu Lake·Huajing..."

"Okay, okay... It's enough to prove the level of music." Tan Hui hurriedly raised his hand and said, "What kind of music do you want to play, just tell me..."

……

So after school that day, Li Zheng missed Qiao Bixia's appointment again and didn't go to the basketball court.

Fortunately, although Tan Hui seemed unreliable, he was a trustworthy person. He really led the small band to rehearse, and actually arranged a 10-minute performance at noon the next day.

Of course, his help is not for any school honor at all.

Purely because he is an old Two-dimensional, in fact, he was tempted when he heard Zhang Xiaoke talk about the idea. After seeing the performance level, he hit it off with the four, and then he joined in himself, filling the vacancy of the drum kit.