The real young master just wants to learn

When Jiang Lin came back with the suona, the new round of rehearsals of the first art class was playing.

Except for Xiang Huanze, who was looking for the teacher, there were seven people in total, and they happened to borrow seven suonas, one for each of them.

Jiang Lin distributed the suona to several people, and Bai Rong took it, looked back and forth, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "How do you play this thing? I've never touched this thing before."

"You don't need to be able to blow it, as long as you can make a sound." Jiang Lin taught a few people how to pronounce the suona, "You don't need to blow it to make a tune, just blow it hard, and you can make it sound."

Bai Rong was the first to try it. She took a deep breath, pointed her mouth at the mouth of the suona, and blew with all her might.

In an instant, a loud noise broke through the sky, and all the sounds in the auditorium were covered by her suona.

The small orchestra playing on the stage was disturbed by a wrong beat, and they all stopped, and looked at the audience dissatisfied, and waited for a long time before they continued to move, and then continued to find the beat.

However, just as they found the beat again and were about to continue playing, they heard another suona sound from the audience, interrupting their beat again.

This time the small band above couldn't sit still.

Jiang Jing got down from his seat, walked up to Du Cheng, frowned and said, "What's going on down there? Go and have a look."

Du Cheng nodded, jumped off the stage, and shouted at Jiang Lin and the others dissatisfied: "Student, what the hell are you doing? We are rehearsing here."

What responded to him was an ensemble of seven suonas.

The few people learned the pronunciation skills, and no matter what the tune was, they started to play it with all their strength.

One suona was enough to interrupt their rhythm, and seven suonas played in an ensemble, so loud that the entire auditorium could no longer hear any sound, just like a funeral scene.

A large group of people on the stage stood up one after another and asked them to keep their voices down, but the suona was too loud, and the seven people could only see their mouths moving, but they couldn't hear anything.

Jiang Lin saw that the people on the stage were so annoyed, he became interested instantly, he called a few people to follow him on the stage, and seven of them lined up around the small orchestra to play the suona.

The distance between them was just right, and they joined head to tail, giving the small orchestra a free 3D surround suona concert.

Bring them a different music feast.

The monitor of Art Class [-] couldn't bear it at first. He raised his voice and yelled for them to stop, probably because he was too angry, and there were some swear words in it.

Seeing this, Jiang Lin turned around, walked up to him and blew at him alone.

The head of the art class felt that his eardrums were about to explode. He blocked his ears, lost control of his expression, and kept yelling at Jiang Lin: "Stop blowing it, it's making a lot of noise! ​​It's making a lot of noise! ​​I fucking told you not to blow it!"

Jiang Lin understood his mouth shape, and then... he blew harder.

The angrier the monitor was, the happier he was blowing. His happy eyes were bent into crescent shapes, and in the end he was blowing so vigorously that he shook his head while blowing. The angry monitor almost made a move.

The nearest to the auditorium is the administrative building, where the offices of all non-head teachers are located.

There were bursts of 'beautiful' suona sounds in the auditorium, which disturbed all the teachers and scratched their ears.

One of the middle-aged teachers complained to the colleagues next to him: "Who is dead here? It's so noisy?"

A colleague responded to him: "I don't know, maybe I'm married."

"Married? I think it's a dark marriage, why are you screaming like this?"

When the suona starts to play, let alone a rehearsal, the small orchestra finds it difficult to live.

In the end they couldn't take it anymore and had to pack up their instruments and leave.

Before leaving the auditorium, almost every one of them gave the middle finger to the seven of them.

After everyone had gone to the entrance of the auditorium, Jiang Lin signaled the suona to stop, and shouted at the door: "Hey! Don't go, great artists, practice for a while."

"In order to cooperate with the rehearsal of your excellent program, we even borrowed musical instruments to accompany you. Do us a favor."

Du Cheng turned around and yelled at Jiang Lin: "Get lost!"

Then the small orchestra left the auditorium amid the hypocritical voices of the seven members.

When the last person walked out of the auditorium, Jiang Lin went to a few people and took the suona back, and put it on the table in the first row of the auditorium.

He said to several people: "Okay, now that the venue is vacant, let's hurry up and check our lines."

He put the suona down and was about to turn around and return to the stage, but just as he turned around, he bumped into a hard wall of flesh.

Xiang Huan didn't know when he stood behind him, and when he bumped into each other, the two of them took a small step back.

Jiang Lin was half a head shorter than him, and his nose just hit his chin, the pain made him cry physically.

He held his nose and waited for a while, seeing the person who hit him clearly, he said loudly: "I (grass)...my nose has enmity with you, doesn't it?"

Xiang Huanze was worried about whether he was hit and hurt, and wanted to go to him to have a look, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help chuckling, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, you... Is it serious? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Jiang Lin frowned tightly, raised his finger and pointed at him, "Are you still laughing? Hitting people is fun, isn't it?"

"No, no." Xiang Huan waved his hands again and again, "I'm sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to come here to praise you for playing the suona well, but I didn't expect you to turn around suddenly, and we bumped into each other."

Jiang Lin snorted coldly, "You are so kind, I thought you would misunderstand that I bullied my brother."

"Why do I think so?" Xiang Huan laughed, "Our usage time starts at twelve o'clock, and it's already twelve twenty now. It's obvious that they have occupied our space."

"They bully people, and it's not easy for you to do it, so you thought of such a bad move."

Seeing the knife in Jiang Lin's eyes drifting over, he hurriedly changed his words: "OK, it's not a bad move, it's a clever move."

Jiang Lin squinted at him.

According to this guy's current attitude towards Jiang Jing, it seems that the protagonist's emotional line has really collapsed.

Xiang Huan was also puzzled.

main character?love line?He saw these two words in Jiang Lin's thoughts more than once, what do they mean?

Jiang Lin's nose eased a little, he put down his hand covering his nose, skipped the topic, and asked Xiang Huanze: "What did the teacher say about changing the script?"

"Oh, this... The teacher said that the script is determined by the school, and individual lines can be adjusted, but the plot direction and character setting cannot be collapsed."

Xiang Huan said: "However, the teacher approved the costume change. Our plan for "Cinderella" in the northeast style can be realized."

Before Jiang Lin's attack, Xiang Huan hurriedly put on the patch, "Of course, if this costume needs to be changed, then everyone should change it together."

"I think if we really change "Cinderella" to Northeast Wind, our show will be guaranteed to turn from a pee spot to a highlight."

Jiang Lin's anger subsided slowly, he nodded, and let out a casual 'hmm', "Okay, got it, let's start with the lines."

Xiang Huan said "yes", and took the script to match the lines with the classmate who played the guard who helped him find the glass slipper.

Jiang Lin looked at his back and suddenly felt inexplicable.

He is already 30 years old, how can he still care about a child who has just grown up, and he has been really angry with him several times, really... When did he become so childish.

Xiang Huan jumped onto the stage and realized that he forgot to take the water bottle, so he wanted to ask Jiang Lin to bring it to him when he came over.

Then he saw this little guy was thinking: he is 30 years old...

Xiang Huan felt his head go blank for a moment, he had completely forgotten what he wanted to say just now, and his mind was full of doubts about these words.

30 years old?Jiang Lin is still two months away from becoming an adult, right?

Several people practiced for a noon, and left the auditorium 10 minutes before the afternoon class.

After leaving the auditorium, the eight of them wandered around the campus scatteredly, and walked slowly towards the teaching building.

Several girls in Bai Rong gathered together, chattering about what happened to the lines just now.

"It's really fun to act in a drama or something! I almost died of joy at the lines just now."

"That is, how did you say those actors couldn't hold back their laughter when they were filming?"

"Speaking of which, Jiang Lin's English really makes me kneel. His spoken English is as standard as if he lived in England. It's amazing."

"Really! When the mock test results came out, I wondered if he was cheating. Today really convinced me."

"I don't think our foreign teachers may have the standards he said. Our foreign teachers' accents are a bit heavy hahahaha."

"His pronunciation is the same as that of the listening test in the recording. It's too difficult for him. Life has changed dramatically. It takes a year to improve English to this level. How much effort does it usually take."

"I think I'm beginning to admire him a little bit now. If he is so willing to work hard, he will definitely be able to achieve great things in the future."

Jiang Lin and Xiang Huanze walked last, and the discussions of the girls in front fell into their ears almost verbatim.

Xiang Huanze put his hands in his pockets, turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "Listening to your spoken English today, I always feel that you didn't put your heart into the mock test."

"It's because I didn't pay much attention to it. The reason for not doing well in the exam is the same as yours."

Xiang Huan chuckled, "How do you know that I didn't do well in the exam? Maybe a score of 7 is my level?"

"I have heard your legend, you are at least an 8-point level."

"Thank you for looking up to me so much."

Xiang Huan paused for a moment, then asked him, "If you play hard, how much do you think you can score in IELTS?"

Jiang Lin stopped and looked at him seriously, "I said I can get 85 in the exam, do you believe me?"

Xiang Huan looked at him for two seconds, put away his playful smile, and said seriously: "I believe, I think you have this strength."

Jiang Lin bent his lower lip, "Thank you for treating me so highly."

The two continued to walk towards the teaching building.

Xiang Huan glanced at the sky and sighed softly, "It's almost Friday again, and it's time to go home again."

Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows, "You...don't like going home?"

"I like it. My family is quite harmonious." Xiang Huan said, "I'm more worried about you. I think those in your family...you may not like going home very much."

Jiang Lin laughed at himself, "You know my family's situation fairly well."

"I don't really understand it. I probably understood a little bit about your brother's birthday party last week."

Jiang Lin didn't answer, Xiang Huan thought for a while, and asked again: "Have you ever thought about moving out?"

Jiang Lin nodded, paused, and shook his head again, "I'm still in high school, and I have no source of income, so I moved out to drink the northwest wind."

Xiang Huan was amused, "I asked you to move out, not to cut ties with the family. Anyway, you and the few people in your family want to see each other. They are also happy when you move out."

"And as far as I know, your father is very concerned about saving face. Even for the sake of saving face, he won't cut off your living expenses."

Jiang Lin pondered for a while, then chuckled suddenly, "From what you said, my idea of ​​moving out was only a sprout, but now it has broken through the ground and become a towering tree."

"Come out if you really feel uncomfortable. According to your thinking, you won't starve to death if you have hands and feet."

Jiang Lin nodded.

Taking advantage of the relaxed atmosphere of the conversation between the two, Xiang Huan asked the question he wanted to ask the most, "Jiang Lin, how old are you?"

Jiang Lin was in a state of being half-absent. When he asked this question, he subconsciously wanted to say 'thirty'. Fortunately, he came back to his senses just as the words were about to come out, and changed the topic to: "S...it will be full next month. Eighteen."

Xiang Huanze said 'Oh' and nodded several times. Seeing that Jiang Lin's expression was normal, he let go of his suspicions and followed him into the teaching building.

The author has something to say: Xiang Huanze's thousand-layer routine started to trick Xiaolin into moving out!