cute special student

The music theory teacher in the music class went on maternity leave, and a new music theory teacher came to the school. I heard that she is a beautiful woman who graduated from a famous school. This coke spoiled the boys in the class.

During the morning reading, the boys in the back row gathered together to discuss this matter, and Nan Zhao inadvertently listened to a few words.

"I saw it when I went to the office today, and it really looks good."

"I heard that she graduated from a prestigious school and is very good at playing the violin. She has won many awards before."

Tang Qian clicked her tongue when she heard this, shook her head and sighed, "A beautiful teacher is coming, look how excited the boys in our class are."

"However, I heard that besides teaching two classes of music theory, Mr. Yang will also be the head teacher of the class next door."

"Then will she be biased?" Shi Qiu asked without thinking.

Tang Qian clicked her tongue and said, "Who knows."

In the next physics class, the new music theory teacher came in. As expected, he was young and intellectual, but when he introduced himself, he vaguely revealed an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Shi Qiu approached Nan Zhao and asked quietly, "Nan Zhao, what do you think of this new teacher?"

Nan Zhao glanced at the podium absently and said, "It's not that good."

After eating, Shi Qiu went back to the classroom for a lunch break. Nan Zhao didn't have the habit of taking a lunch break, so he planned to go to the music room to practice music by himself, but after walking around, he found that the music room had already been occupied by someone, so he had to climb up to the classroom building. rooftop.

It was really quiet on the rooftop. He took out the erhu, put the music on the wall, and started to practice the new music.

Just as he was fascinated by the practice, there was an irritable cursing from beside him. Nan Zhao was startled, and walked a few steps to the side only to find that there was a person sitting on the low wall around the corner.

Isn't this the true master of "hating ghosts"?What a wonderful fate.

Gu Xi was too lazy to go to the cafeteria to look at the heads today, so he bought a bag of bread at the canteen and brought it up. After reading a book for a while, he was just about to lie down and squat for a while, when he was woken up by a burst of noise.

His face was ice-cold, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. He was about to go over to find someone to settle the score, but unexpectedly, he met a pair of clear eyes when he turned his head, and his anger was reduced by more than half in an instant.

Nan Zhao looked at Gu Yan, blinked and asked, "Is the roof of this school contracted by you?"

Gu Yan was speechless, and reached into his pocket to get a cigarette to light, but thought of something in the blink of an eye, and dismissed the idea.

After all, it was disturbing others' lunch break. Nan Zhao felt that he was a bit wronged, so he took a few steps forward and made a friendly suggestion: "Why don't you continue to sleep, and I'll play a lullaby for you."

"Need not."

"Then what do you want to hear? I'll show you."

Gu Yan originally wanted to refuse, but looking at the bright eyes, he changed the subject: "Just the song just now."

The corner of Nan Zhao's mouth raised, he set up his bow, and continued to play the unfinished piece just now.

Gu Yan listened quietly at the side, a faint ripple appeared in his eyes.

The young man's expression is very devoted, and his hand speed is also amazing, as if he can see something called talent from him.

After the song was over, Nan Zhao asked excitedly, "Does it sound good?"

Gu Xi looked at him and said, "It sounds good."

"Then give me your bread." Nan Zhao looked at the unopened bag of bread in the corner, pursed his lips and said, "I'm hungry."

Five minutes later, the two sat side by side on the low fence, gnawing on the bread that Gu Yao bought.

Nan Zhao's mouth bulged like a hamster, and he looked at Gu Xi eagerly and said, "Can you stop fighting with my brother all the time?"

Gu Xi paused, moved the last piece of bread over, noncommittal.

In fact, most of the time, it was Nan Mu and his group who came to trouble him.

Even though this was the case, looking at the young man's eyes, he still nodded and agreed in a mysterious way.

However, there was an unforeseen event, and Gu Xi didn't even think about it, but within a few days, he and Nan Mu's group of people were on the shoulders again.

The reason was that the basketball game of the second grade was about to start, and Gu Xi's senior two (five) class and Nan Mu's senior two (nine) class were unfortunately divided into rivals.

In this regard, the whole school talked a lot, paying special attention to this special ball game.

Xiaopang from the folk music class was the first to rush into the class after receiving the news and shared, "I'll go! Breaking news, this year's sophomore year's ball game, the two bullies' classes became rivals."

Immediately, a group of people gathered around to eat melons: "No, it's a good show."

"Do you want to call an ambulance that day? What if someone is lying on the ground?"

"No way, it's just a game?" Nan Zhao felt that they were a bit alarmist.

"What's so surprising about this is that before, there were some people who secretly competed on the basketball court, played tricks on each other, and fell down immediately."

"What's more, the two big bosses in our school were originally at odds with each other, but now that they meet, what might happen?"

Nan Zhao had been thinking about this all day long, feeling uneasy. When he got home, he deliberately poked Tan Nan Mu's tone, wanting to ask him what he thought.

"Brother, I heard that you are going to play a ball game in two days?"

Nan Mu played a game, and responded casually: "That's right, didn't you hear about our ball game in the second year of high school?"

Nan Zhao sat beside him, hugged his arm and said, "Brother, will you fight on the court?"

"Not necessarily, what if it's the other party's black hands?"

Nan Mu put down the game controller, touched his head and said, "Don't worry, brother won't suffer."

Nan Zhao snorted depressingly and had nothing to say.

Soon came the day of the competition, because the time was set at 04:30 in the afternoon, which happened to be the end of school time, so it aroused strong crowds from the students.

Shi Qiu dragged Nan Zhao into the crowd, found the best viewing spot on the steps inside, and sat down, staring at the field with great interest.

It didn't take long for the teams from the two classes to appear one after the other. They were wearing blue restraints on the one hand and red on the other. There was a vivid collision of color senses alone.

Nan Zhao glanced at his brother, and then at Gu Yan who was facing him, feeling an inexplicable worry in his heart.

"What's the matter, Nan Zhao?" Shi Qiu found that Nan Zhao was frowning, so he asked.

Nan Zhao pursed his lips and said, "Do you think they will fight?"

Shi Qiu hesitated for a moment and said, "There is a high probability... there will be friction, but there shouldn't be any real fights at school."

Most of the boys in the Nanmu team are sports students, all of them are tall and burly, and Gu Xi's side is also tall boys, with a sense of lean strength, and the momentum is not lost at all. The two teams looked at each other Evenly matched.

Under the attention of everyone, the two classes stood in formation, and the physical education teacher was the referee. The moment the whistle sounded, the ball was thrown into the air, and the game officially started.

At first, the two teams were passing the ball, running circles, and throwing the ball. It seemed quite normal, but not long after, during a round of scrambling and chasing, a boy accidentally knocked down the person next to him, causing the other party to panic. Dissatisfied, physical friction began to occur.

"Fuck! You don't have eyes!"

Then, such accidents happened one after another, and the conflicts gradually escalated. The players on both sides were competing with each other, trying to suppress each other with clever moves, and sparks were quickly sparked.

Nan Mu and Gu Yao are very clean. Even if they bumped into each other with the dribble, at most it was just a verbal contest, and they didn't try to blackmail each other, but they couldn't stop the players who were getting out of control, and the atmosphere on the field entered a tense atmosphere. state.

The onlookers also noticed the situation on the field, and their expressions gradually became excited. Nan Zhao couldn't stand it anymore. He happened to hear the passionate music on the school radio, and had an idea in his heart, so he got up and was about to go out.

"Nan Zhao, where are you going?" Shi Qiu also stood up and asked.

"Broadcasting station." Nan Zhao pushed away the crowd and left the stadium without looking back.

"I'll go with you." Shi Qiu thought for a while, but still chased after him.

The two went back to the classroom to pick up their musical instruments, and then went straight to the school broadcasting station. There was a third-year senior in high school, who was a little surprised when they saw the two barge in.

Nan Zhao told her her purpose, and the senior sister graciously stepped aside, helped to turn on the recording equipment, and turned the volume to the maximum.

Nan Zhao sat down in front of the recording equipment, winked at Shi Qiu, took out the erhu in the bag, set up the bow, and slowly played a sad prelude.

The basketball court was playing in full swing. During the movement and friction, the two teams scored evenly. There were cheers from the crowd from time to time, and the atmosphere was very enthusiastic.

Suddenly, there was a faint erhu sound from the loudspeaker next to it. The tone was sad and sad, like sighing, like crying, like a silk thread full of sorrow, tightly clutching everyone's heart, making people feel sad Come.

The onlookers were dumbfounded, and the atmosphere on the court became subtle. Someone's hand trembled, and he missed the chance to shoot, and immediately cursed.

"Damn it! Who the hell put it on the radio, it's a funeral!"

Nan Mu and Gu Yanqi looked at the radio together, and there was quite a stir in their eyes.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of another musical instrument came out from the loudspeaker. The tone was melodious and desolate, as if weeping and complaining.

"I'll go! What kind of hell tune is this, this shit ball game can't be played."

With mournful music lingering in their ears, everyone on the court was disturbed and couldn't get excited anymore.

After finally getting through a heartbreakingly sad song, the Great Compassion Mantra sounded again on the radio, and the kind of broken thoughts that were close to the ear made people want to scratch their heads.

In the broadcasting room, Nan Zhao turned the computer page with the mouse, and asked Shi Qiu excitedly, "What's the next song? How about the Diamond Sutra?"

Shi Qiu suppressed a smile and said, "I think it will work."

On the other side of the court, the referee finally blew his whistle, and the game was officially over. Nan Mu's team narrowly won. There were swearing voices on the court, and a boy stood up angrily and said.

"Who the hell is acting as a demon in the radio station, I'm going to deal with him."

As soon as the words were finished, a basketball hit him. He held his humming head, turned around angrily, and saw the two big men staring at him unkindly.

The boy shivered, and immediately gave up the idea just now.