[Golden String + Net King] Arc

【[-]】Foresight

The school bell rang, and the silence in the campus was suddenly scattered among countless footsteps and conversations, fragmented.

Qing Yu moved her stiff neck a little, and silently cursed the old man who was far away in Vienna.

Damn it, he kicked her back to Japan after such a boring high school course!It's all drowsy knowledge of music theory and boring cultural lessons, and I'm starting to miss my old days in the orchestra.

"Hey, Qing!" Feng Jian's energetic voice pulled Qing Yu out of his messy thoughts.

"Huh?" A somewhat confused look.

Kazami pointed to the violin package beside Qingyu, puffed up his cheeks, "Huh, majoring in piano?"

Qing Yu was a little funny, and it was rare for her to reach out and poke the girl's puffed cheek mischievously, "Yes, Master, Xiu, piano." Then he spread his hands innocently, "I didn't say that I only repair piano. "

Kazami shrugged his cheeks, "Well, I really can't do anything about you."

Qing Yu smiled.In all fairness, she is not a familiar person, and sometimes, she is even difficult to approach.However, during the day, the Kazami girl in the front seat chatted with her very familiarly, and had to admit that being in this position took away a lot of her depression.It was hard for her to refuse such a passionate girl.

However, having said that, she really told a little lie.It is true that her violin level should be far above the piano level.If her violin level can be regarded as being on the top of the mountain, then the piano is only on the mountainside. There are many people who surpass her, and she can only be regarded as superior among her peers. In the eyes of the teachers and the orchestra, she is not enough. Eye.

It's just that, in a school like Xingzuo, although the teachers can be considered to be of a high standard, compared with the teachers and professional seniors in the music world, there is still a gap.Taking advantage of the opportunity of coming to Xingzao to study, she plans to practice her piano.As for the level of violin performance, she is confident that she will not be much worse than the teacher in Xing Zou.

"Hey, hey..." Kazami waved his finger in front of him majestically and dazed girl a few times in dissatisfaction.

"Feel sorry."

"Forget it." Kazami withdrew his hand and smiled sassyly, "Do you want to practice?"

Qing Yu nodded.At noon, the director had already given her the key to the designated music practice room under the teacher's instruction.

"Okay." Feng Jian carried his schoolbag on his back, "Then I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, um, Sa." After a pause, he called out the girl's name, then waved lazily in Kazemi's bright smile.

Feng Jian tilted his head and saw the long-haired boy who was still sitting on the seat looking at the book in his hand. He complained silently in his heart, tilted his head halfway, and walked away from the classroom, "See you again, Yumu-san."

Yuki Azuma smiled and nodded.

With a half-frozen face, Kazami walked out of the classroom at a faster pace.

"Oh, brother, it's not a good habit to scare people." Shrugging, picking up the violin package, Qing Yu also walked out.

She is not interested, and she is in the same room with the guy next to him who is so black-bellied that he can eat people without spit out bones.

**

It's quite a luxurious music room.Qing Yu looked at the newly opened music room at the end of the corridor.A brown grand piano with plenty of room for other instruments.In the corner against the wall is a large floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, which is full of various CDs, and on the small cabinet next to it is a CD player.

Built-in sound system.Qing Yu recognized it at a glance.

Put down the violin bag, open the piano cover, and a smooth LuvLetter flows out from your fingers.It's not a particularly difficult piece, but it's enough to move your fingers.

Outside the window, the twilight gradually merged.

"Ah, I'm sorry." The boy who broke into the door saw someone in the piano room, and shrugged apologetically.

Qing Yu looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost six o'clock.

"It's okay." Looking back at the boy at the door, "Tupu?"

Tsuchiura looked at the girl in the white school uniform of the music department, and then connected her with the judges in casual clothes and peaked caps a few days ago, "Qing Sang?"

Qing Yu nodded.

"Are you a general subject student? Why did you even think of coming to the practice room?" Qing Yu already had the answer in her heart, so she asked.

Tsuchiura scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "Well, I applied for a music class at the school. You, you are right, my piano has been slack for too long, and there is a break. It is a pity to think about it, so I decided to practice again. stand up."

"Well, you..." Qing Yu tilted his head, and took back his original intention to ask him if he had any plans to develop into music in the future, and changed his words, "If you have any questions, you can ask the teacher of the music department. Ke's Shiratori teacher is very accomplished in piano, you can ask her for advice. Of course, if you have any questions, you can also come to me."

Tsuchiura Ryotaro is indeed a good young talent in piano.

She seemed to understand why the teacher kicked her back to Japan so readily.

**

Going home with Yuesen, Qingyu rarely cooks.As a picky eater who is so picky, sometimes only you can satisfy your tricky taste, and it is necessary to practice first-hand cooking skills.However, it is really rare for a picky eater and lazy cook like Qing Yu.

Swallowing the last mouthful of rice with satisfaction, Qing Yu silently lamented that her craftsmanship has not declined, while Yue Sen went to the kitchen to pack up the dishes.

To be honest, this is not a busy day, but she still enjoys it quite a bit.

After practicing the violin for a while, and making up for the part that was missed in the afternoon, Qing Yu fell headlong into the bed.

The screen of the mobile phone flickered, showing that there were 4 unread text messages.

[Miss Qing, if you are free, please come to Ginza XX Hotel at 6:[-] p.m. on Saturday night. Regarding matters related to the summer Japanese outstanding youth music talent selection training camp, Master Xiao En confesses that you will have full power to negotiate with us. ——by Shoushan Qiansheng]

Qing Yu grinds her teeth, what a dead old man.

[Xiaoyu, on Saturday, Ice Emperor and several schools in Tokyo will have a regional tennis competition. If you are interested, you can come to Tokyo to watch. Atobe will be happy to reserve a spot for you to watch the game. ——by Ninja Yushi]

Tennis is pretty good.However, Qing Yu raised her eyebrows, the last sentence always felt a bit strange.What would Atobe be willing to take the initiative to do for others?

[Hey, Qingqing~~~~ I'm Sa Ya Sa!Don't be curious about how I know about your mobile phone~~~ Let's go to Tokyo to watch a tennis match on Saturday! Tennis match, girl! ——by Feng Jian Sa]

A few black threads hung down his forehead helplessly.Kazami girl, can you be a little more rampant?Shaking the goosebumps on your body, ignoring the ecstasy wavy lines and echoes, what happened to your "Qingqing" Kazami girl?Could it be that you have some unknown blood relationship with that pervert Kanazawa?

By the way, are tennis games in Tokyo really that popular?

【Dear sister, I don't think you would mind going back to my home with me on weekends, would you?Don't worry, grandma isn't here, it's just me and Xiaoya.Well, I'll pick you up on Sunday morning. ——by Teak Azuma】

Qing Yu closed the phone dumbly, and firmly suppressed her desire to swear.What a smiling tiger.

It seems that this weekend will definitely not be peaceful.

He knocked on the door of the room next door, and met the boy who had changed into white home clothes, "Lian, if you don't mind, let's go to the tennis match together on weekends?"

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