cute special student

Because the folk music class voluntarily withdrew, Yang Min gave this opportunity to the western music class smoothly. Although this was expected, when the school announced the news, everyone was still a little bit disappointed.

Because a teacher hated a course, Nan Zhao understood this sentence for the first time. Since the matter was settled, Yang Min devoted himself to the rehearsal program for the symphony orchestra next door, and even less cared about the education of the folk music class.

Most of the music theory classes are for students to study by themselves, and even if they come, they will just say a few perfunctory words, and even target Nan Zhao, who has contradicted him, and get angry from time to time.

Nan Zhao was not afraid, and most of them would go back. He felt that he was already a bit of a bad student.

Some people are happy and some are sad. The folk music class is worrying, but the class next door is quite happy, especially Zhang Tao, who has been the focus of attention, and the word "ser" is almost engraved on his forehead.

During self-study that night, he deliberately called a few classmates in the class, brought saxophone, violin, French horn and other instruments, and stood at the door of the folk music class to sing an ode to joy.

This was a naked provocation. The people in the folk music class couldn't bear it. They wanted to pick up the stool and throw it out, but they were stopped by the class leader earnestly.

"What a fart! That's because we quit voluntarily, and they are just picking up the loopholes."

"Fuck! Don't stop me! I want to clean them up."

"What's the matter, are they the only ones who know how to use musical instruments? Everyone copy the guy, and we'll give him back!"

I don't know who yelled, everyone picked up their instruments one after another, planning to go out for a competition.

Shi Qiu also picked up his suona and said, "Nan Zhao, let's go too, and show them some color."

"Let's go." Nan Zhao took out the erhu from the cloth bag and followed him out.

A group of people went out aggressively to line up in the corridor. The chubby drummer slammed a few drums to boost morale first. Then Tang Qian played the prelude with the pipa. The students behind all performed their duties and joined in. ensemble.

Usually, the students in the folk music class play a piece together when they have nothing to do. Everyone knows each other's instruments very well. In terms of coordination, they cooperate quite tacitly.

Zhang Tao's side is a symphony orchestra, and the rhythm of the music is cheerful and clear. After being overwhelmed by folk music, he immediately changed the style of the music, and the melody began to speed up and gradually became aggressive.

Nan Zhao has been paying attention to Zhang Tao, but the movements in his hands have not stopped. His fingers dance quickly on the strings, following Zhang Tao's rhythm, raising a scale from time to time, suppressing his performance.

Shi Qiu was not to be outdone, as soon as the suona came out, the entire campus was shaken three times. The students in other classes were all startled, and they all walked out of the corridor to watch this famous scene.

In the classroom of Class [-] and [-] of High School opposite, several boys' eyes almost popped out, and a series of exclamation words came out of their mouths.

"I'm going! What is this doing? A fight?"

"Didn't you see it? The duel between the two music classes in the first year of high school, this scene is really awesome."

"Look at them, how high-level they are, the real murder will not see blood."

"This is the legendary fight between gods and immortals. We can only look up to mortals."

Gu Yan leaned against the fence silently, his eyes caught a figure, and his eyes became focused from then on.

Nan Zhao's hand speed was too fast, and the erhu's voice was very recognizable. The sound of the violin was almost drowned out. Zhang Tao looked at Nan Zhao viciously, his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

The music was playing hard over there, and the melon-eating people around were also discussing fiercely, as if they had kept up with the rhythm.

"Hey, which class do you think is better?"

"Must be folk music. That suona blows so loudly that I want to lie down and rest in peace."

"Come on, let him blow it to you when you are brave in the future."

"piss off."

"I also bet on folk music, who is playing the erhu? It's really awesome."

"Nanmu's brother, isn't he a famous little genius? He is called the little prince of Erhu."

"It's amazing, it really lives up to its reputation."

Just as the two classes were fighting in dire straits, an angry roar came from downstairs.

"What are you doing! You don't need to go to evening study!"

This was the voice of the teaching director. The onlookers were shocked when they heard it, and fled back to the classroom one after another.

Zhang Tao was already at a loss here, and his skills were not as good as others, and he would lose in the comparison, so he just followed this step and led the team back to the classroom.

As soon as everyone in the folk music class entered the state of flowing clouds and flowing water, they saw their opponents running away in despair, and put down the instruments in their hands a little bored.

Someone clicked his tongue and said, "You've been cowarded so quickly, and you still dare to provoke me? You son of a bitch."

The dean probably also heard about what happened during the election of the two classes, and when he came, he only gave a warning and did not impose any punishment.

On the contrary, it was Yang Min who deliberately reprimanded Zhang Tao and the others loudly in the corridor, and the strange voice reached the ears of everyone in the folk music class.

"You are all going to perform at the Provincial Concert Hall, why are you still messing around with the class next door? Are you also free when they are free? Why don't you hurry up and practice!"

These words were a bit embarrassing, Tang Qian couldn't help but said, "Tsk! What's so great, it seems like no one has ever acted before."

After Shi Qiu heard it, he said honestly: "Don't tell me, I really haven't performed before. I just entered the music class in the freshman year of high school. I used to practice blindly at home, and I have never officially appeared on stage."

Xiaopang at the back also echoed after hearing this: "Me too, my parents didn't agree with me learning music, so I got into it last semester."

"Oh, there's no way. The school attaches great importance to the Western music class. They represented the school in the last competition. How can our class have a chance?"

Nan Zhao was a little sad to hear that, because of his parents, he had performed in many formal occasions at a young age, and his home was full of trophies from competitions.But he knows that not every family has the conditions to raise children.

He bit his lower lip, stood up and suggested, "How about...we can hold a show by ourselves."

"What did you say?" Everyone looked over in astonishment.

Nan Zhao thought about it, and said with reason: "Let's choose a weekend, borrow the school auditorium, and hold a performance by ourselves, so that every student has the opportunity to perform on stage."

Shi Qiu's eyes lit up, and he said in a cheerful tone, "Yes, it doesn't matter if there is no audience. We are the audience and appreciate each other."

"Suddenly I feel very looking forward to it, Nan Zhao, your proposal is awesome."

Tang Qian also stood up and said, "I agree. I have relatives who work in the school. I can take care of the auditorium."

In order to fulfill everyone's dreams, the squad leader also made a decision: "Then we boys can arrange the venue, and that's it!"

This plan can be regarded as making up for everyone's regrets.

When school was over, Nan Mu was worried that his younger brother would still get angry, so he deliberately ended the training early and planned to go home with him.

Shi Qiu walked out of the school gate with Nan Zhao, and when he saw Nan Mu outside, he was shocked and quickly found an excuse to run away.

After walking two steps, he saw Gu Yan not far away, braking his bicycle, as if he was waiting for someone.

Shi Qiu leaned over with his schoolbag on his back and asked, "Brother Oath, are you waiting for someone?"

Gu Yan glanced behind him, his gaze stayed on a certain point for two seconds, and then he retracted his gaze.

"No, go back."

Shi Qiu's bicycle broke down, and he took the bus back and forth for the past few days. Today, it was rare that Gu Xi didn't have to go to the club to do chores, so he could take the car back.

After Nan Zhao bid farewell to Shi Qiu, he walked briskly towards Nan Mu.

"Brother, let's go home."

Nan Mu saw that his younger brother swept away the frustration of the previous few days and instead smiled, so he asked curiously, "Why are you so happy today?"

Nan Zhao smiled and said, "This is a secret."

After the performance plan was finalized, the students in the folk music class returned to the state of playing chicken blood. Everyone didn't think this incident was a joke, but took it very seriously.

The venue was settled by Tang Qian, but the auditorium hadn't been used for a long time, and the seats were all dusty. The class leader took a group of boys to clean it up, and it was done in one afternoon.

The literary and art committee played its role and made a program schedule for the performance, asking the students to report their names, and she would be in charge of the announcement when the time came.

In addition to individual or team performances, the class leader also decided to choose a familiar piece of music and play a big ensemble at the end as the end of the performance.

After the program list is finalized, everyone plans to use the evening self-study time to rehearse the ensemble. However, there are not many music rooms in the school, and they have basically been taken over by the class next door. conflicted.

Since the people in the western music class were selected, they all became arrogant, and their tone of speech became a lot more arrogant, and they justified the matter of occupying the music room.

"We are going to perform next month, and now we have to hurry up to rehearse. It is normal to use the music room more."

The people in the folk music class snapped back on the spot: "It's amazing, is the music room dedicated to your class? It's shameless to occupy it every day."

"You can also use it if you have a performance. If you don't live up to it, who is to blame?"

"Oh, you have such a big face. Who doesn't know how you got your chance? Yang Min has the word selfishness engraved on his forehead, so it's not too shameful."

The two sides insisted on their own opinions and did not back down, blocking the door of the music room to compete.

It's just too deceiving!

Nan Zhao retreated angrily, intending to ask his brother to help vent his anger, but before he had time to take out his phone, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the school road below.

Gu Xi went to the office to finish his homework, and when he came back, he passed by the art building, and when he heard the sound of arguing, he glanced up, and happened to see someone waving to him.

As soon as he turned around, he walked into the art building.

Nan Zhao waited at the top of the stairs. When he saw him coming up, he took out a mint candy from his pocket and handed it over. He blinked and said, "I'll give it back to you."

Gu Yan hesitated for a second, then took the candy and put it in his pocket.

Nan Zhao rolled his eyes, took a step forward, approached him and whispered, "Can you do me a favor?"

Without hesitation, Gu Yan nodded silently.

The quarrel in the music room didn't stop, but intensified, and even threatened to fight.

Suddenly, the back door was kicked open with a bang, everyone was startled, they all stopped and looked over, and when they saw the person standing at the door, they didn't dare to hum.

Gu Yan glanced coldly at the people present, then moved his eyes to Nan Zhao, which seemed to soften a little.

Feeling borrowed momentum, Nan Zhao stepped forward, pointed to the group of people in the next class, and said, "The music room is our class' turn tonight, so hurry up and leave."

As soon as the words were finished, Gu Yan's sharp gaze forced him over. The people in the western music class trembled, but no one dared to refute, so they picked up their instruments and withdrew.

There is no way, everyone knows Gu Xi's reputation in school, and no one dares to mess with him.

Everyone in the folk music class recovered from their bewilderment, looked at the indifferent Gu Xie, and then at Nan Zhao with a sullen expression, and suddenly felt that the scene was a bit magical.