Peach Fortune Ring

"You are not as powerful as me, so you shouldn't fight me head-on. If you entangle me with speed, I may not be able to defeat you!"

Song Yan said quite sincerely.

"Okay, don't make excuses for me. Losing is losing. I, Zhao Xiaoyu, can still afford to lose. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"There's no need for that, it was just a joke!" Song Yan said with a light smile.

"No, you have to make a condition!" Zhao Xiaoyu gritted his teeth.

Seeing the other party's insistence, Song Yan's face suddenly became serious: "Then you teach me the three great skills of your Zhaojia boxing!"

"The three great skills of the Zhao family cannot be passed on to the outside world, you can change the conditions." Zhao Xiaoyu said a little coyly.

"I only thought of this condition, since it's not rumored, then forget it!" Song Yan shrugged indifferently, turned around and left.

"Wait!" Zhao Xiaoyu stopped Song Yan again.

Song Yan turned to look at her.

"I have to discuss this matter with my brother, and I will answer you when you come to the martial arts hall next time."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news!"

After leaving the martial arts hall, Song Yan called up the system interface again, and his reputation value only increased by 1 point, because the second fight between him and Zhao Xiaoyu ended quickly, and it was at the entrance of the martial arts hall, so, except for the girl at the front desk No one else saw it.

"Hey, if I knew it earlier, I would have directly defeated Zhao Xiaoyu in the ring, so I could earn more fame!" Song Yan sighed secretly.

Suddenly, he glanced casually, and found an advertisement for a pianist recruited outside a coffee shop, with an hourly salary of 50 yuan and working hours from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the evening.

For a moment, Song Yan felt a little interest: Why don't you try it?

[Author's Digression]: Thank you [Little Mosquito] [Ji Shao] for your reward.

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Chapter 11 First Play

The school ends at six o'clock, and evening self-study is from eight to ten o'clock. However, the school will not force students to go to evening self-study, it is all voluntary. In the past, Song Yan was too lazy to go to evening self-study, but now it is unnecessary.

That being the case, why not use these two hours, 50 yuan an hour, and 3000 yuan a month.

There are still three months before the college entrance examination, and it seems that I have applied for the job. 9000 yuan is enough for college expenses, so I don't have to be angry with my aunt anymore.

Thinking of this, Song Yan walked towards the coffee shop.

"Master, welcome back."

A waiter in a maid's attire bowed to him.

"Hello, I saw your advertisement for pianist recruitment outside, and I'm here to apply."

While talking, Song Yan looked at the cafe. The whole cafe was decorated comfortably and tastefully. There are not many customers now, only a few or three or five. There is a small stage in the center of the cafe with a pure A white piano with soft piano music playing in the stereo, this kind of place is very suitable for consumption by urban white-collar workers with petty bourgeois sentiments.

The waitress hesitated for a while and said, "Please wait a moment, I will report to the boss right away."

In less than 3 minutes, the waitress reappeared, came to Song Yan, and said with a smile: "Our boss happens to be free, come with me."

Song Yan followed the waitress to an office with an open door, then pointed and whispered, "Go in."

"Thank you." Song Yan said something to the waitress, and then he looked into the office. The whole office space is quite open, and a faint fragrance wafts from it...

There is a white laptop on the desk, and a very beautiful woman is sitting in front of the computer and typing.

"Could this woman be the boss? She's even more beautiful than Teacher Han Sha." Song Yan was a little surprised, and raised her hand to knock on the door.

But just as he stretched out his hand, the woman stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, and said, "Come in." After he walked into the office, the other party pointed to the sofa again: "Please sit down."

"Thank you."

After taking his seat, Song Yan said directly, "Hi, I'm here to apply for a pianist."

"I know. Xiaoying said it." While speaking, the woman's eyes scanned Song Yan's body, and then, a slight arc appeared between her sexy lips: "Are you still a student?"

"Yes, I am a student of Shengye Middle School." Song Yan nodded.

"Holy Night Middle School!" The woman was a little surprised: "The best middle school in our province."

Hearing what the woman said, Song Yan felt that he was trying to show off, and said in embarrassment: "My grades are not good."

"You're very honest." The woman smiled lightly. When she smiled like this, a charming aura suddenly came out. That kind of mature and charming aura was too lethal to a boy like Song Yan. For a moment, his eyes were a little dull .

But soon, Song Yan realized that he was making a fool of himself, and quickly withdrew his eyes, not daring to look more.

"Giggle!"

The woman let out a chuckle, she didn't seem to care about Song Yan's disrespect at all, and said with great interest: "What's your name?"

"Song Yan."

"Okay, classmate Song Yan, can you tell me why you came to me to apply for the job?"

Song Yan, who had no interview experience, hesitated slightly and said: "In three months, I will go to college, and I want to use this time to earn tuition fees."

"What a cute little brother, I even like you a little bit." The woman chuckled again: "However, my customers here are mainly urban white-collar workers, so I have relatively high requirements for pianists."

The woman's tone was very tactful, and Song Yan could tell that the other party was rejecting him.

He was not angry about this, he raised his head, looked at her, and said to himself, "I think I can."

The woman was taken aback, then frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and then said: "I can give you a chance, you go to the hall and play a song, if half of the people applaud for you, I will admit you."

"it is good."

Song Yan got up and walked towards the hall. With the skill of a piano master, he still didn't believe that he couldn't be a pianist in a coffee shop.

"You're pretty confident!" the woman laughed again.

When he came to the hall, Song Yan went directly to the white piano, lifted the cover, and sat down. Looking at the black and white keys that he had never touched before, he felt very familiar.

At this moment, the voice of the beautiful proprietress sounded: "Everyone, this classmate named Song Yan is going to play a song for everyone. If you play well, I hope everyone can applaud."

"As long as it sounds good, we will definitely not hesitate to applaud." A male customer responded, but he was doing it to save face for the beautiful proprietress. As for Song Yan, he didn't think this student could play such a good piece.

"Young man, come on." Another female customer laughed.

"Thank you." Song Yan got up and bowed to several tables of guests and said, "The song I will play next is called "Refrain", I hope you like it."

After speaking, he took a deep breath, sat down again, and put his hands on the black and white keys.