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"Today, Subulu played a practical lesson, and went to the music classroom on the left side of the auditorium."

After Jian Xi said a word, she took the lead and walked out. After walking a few steps, she turned around and said to An Zhi who was at the back, "You don't have to go, and you won't do anything if you go. You can do whatever you want." Bar."

The classmate let out a burst of laughter, Jane analyzed that the ridicule was too obvious, and what's more, it was obvious that he didn't bother to teach this student who didn't understand anything.

An Zhi pouted aggrievedly, but followed her classmates out of the classroom.

Although the teacher gave up on himself, he could not give up on himself.

The perspective of the brief analysis is one-sided. He just thinks that people who can't even play an instrument like Subulu are not worthy of the music department of the Art Academy, but An Zhi is proficient in other instruments. Regarding his talent in music, An Zhi is still very confident.

In the music classroom, everyone has a Suburu. Let them open the tenth page of the music score, explain a few difficulties, and then let them play proficiently during this class, and check it tomorrow.

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of the nose, Jian Analysis walked out of the classroom and opened the corridor window to get some air.

He feels that the students recruited now are really not as good as the previous generation.

After he came into contact with Subulu at the age of three, he was hailed as a child prodigy. He participated in a music competition at the age of five and surprised the world. He has been dominating the music scene since then. At the age of 20, he fell in love with the 40-year-old Linda.

This is a shocking crush, not only because Linda is 40 years old, but also because she is the wife of Marshal Simp.

Linda is a well-known master of Suburu. Her piano sound is melodious and soothing, with a calming power. It is this power that deeply attracts Jian Analysis, because he feels that music is to bring people strength. Music has soul.

This crush, which was destined not to be known to the person involved, destroyed Jian Analysis. He could no longer be obsessed with playing, lost all inspiration, and he also hated himself, feeling that he was no longer qualified to stay in the music world.

So at his most glorious time, he retired bravely and came to the art college to become a music professor.

A burst of melodious piano sound interrupted Jian Xi's memories, Jian Xi looked up suspiciously, and found that the sound of the piano was coming from a high-level classroom on the other side of the auditorium.

The sound of the piano was melodious and skillful, playing a piece he had never heard before. This sound reminded him of Linda and Linda's music irresistibly.

Jian Analysis hurriedly walked to the senior classroom, opened the door, and saw An Zhi sitting on the piano bench.

This student, whom he looked down upon, even Subulu could not play, was bathed in the warm sunshine, his fingers fluttered, and he played a piece of music that filled him with passion.

The sound of Jian Analysis opening and closing the door interrupted An Zhi's performance, seeing the shocked Jian Analysis, An Zhi stood up uneasily.

"Professor Jian, you told me to let me go..." An Zhi wiped her trousers anxiously, her voice became softer and softer: "You can't punish me for running around..."

"Son, what's the name of the piece you played just now?" Jane's soft voice made An Zhi's hair stand on end. Is this still that ghost teacher who called students trash?Could it be a ghost?

"To Alice."

The brief analysis took two steps closer: ""Fur Elise"? It's very nice, but why haven't I heard it?"

An Zhi stepped back, her legs were already on the piano: "This is a song from my hometown, and it has never been handed down."

An Zhi suddenly felt that she was careless.

The other students were playing Suburu, but the teacher wouldn't let him go, so he wandered around and ended up in this piano room.

There is a pure white piano in the corner of the piano room. The piano has been covered with a layer of dust, and it seems that no one has touched it for a long time.

This piano immediately caught his attention. It was exactly the same as the piano on the earth.

Looking at this pure white piano, An Zhi seemed to have returned to his hometown. He was sitting on the piano bench at home, playing unskilled pieces under the gentle gaze of his mother.

In the year when he was in college, he finally passed the ninth grade of piano, but unfortunately, his mother would never hear him play the piano again.

An Zhi felt a little uncomfortable, so she sat down on the piano bench without knowing it, and played the most popular piece on earth - "To Alice".

An Zhitui had no choice but to allow Jian Analysis to walk up excitedly and grabbed his shoulder: "Can you play it again for me?"

An Zhi nodded: "Yes, yes, but you have to promise not to punish me for running laps."

"No, absolutely not! How could I do such a cruel thing!"

Jian Analysis found a rare treasure, how could he be punished to run laps? !

So An Zhi sat down with peace of mind and played "Fur Elise" again.

After finishing the song, Jian Yan applauded him loudly: "It's been so many years, and you are the first person I've met who may surpass Linda in future artistic attainments."

"Linda?"

Jian Analysis nodded, then asked An Zhi suspiciously: "You don't know who Linda is?"

An Zhi shook her head obediently: "I don't know."

Jian Xie sighed and rubbed his head. Su Bulu didn't know how closed the child's hometown was, and the general's wife didn't know him either. It seems that he was really wronged to punish him for running around that day.

Moreover, this child can play the piano but can't play Suburu. It must be because his hometown is closed and has no access to such an advanced instrument as Suburu. He can only learn the piano, which has been eliminated by history and is destined to be dusted in the corner. .

When having dinner with Shangye at night, An Zhi raised the question in his heart: "Shangye, who is Linda?"

Shangye almost spit out the thick soup, and quickly looked around, but no one paid attention here, so he said to An Zhi, "Are you not from the Emperor Star at all?"

An Zhi wavered between telling the truth or lying, and finally decided to trust Shang Ye: "I...will you believe what I say?"

"Yes, I will believe whatever you say."

An Zhi lowered her head, and approached Shangye nervously: "Actually, I don't belong here."

Regarding this point, Shangye had guessed for a long time, he was just waiting for the day when An Zhi would confess to him, but he didn't expect that the little guy couldn't hold back so soon.

"Then where do you belong?"

"I'm a human from Earth. I died in a car accident, and after waking up, I somehow became An Zhi."

An Zhi was a little nervous, and unconsciously clenched the fork with her right hand.

"What are you doing?" Shangye looked at the fork in An Zhi's hand with a smile: "Could it be that you want to murder your husband?"