[Net King] Work hard for H!

Sitting on the tram, Ah Mo fidgeted left and right, not for other reasons, but because the boy sitting next to her was someone she liked.

This is normal, right?Girls will feel nervous when facing someone they like.

The black hair covered the girl's face, and the auricles of the ears hidden under the hair were dyed pink.

Wisps of sunlight pierced through the clouds, pierced through the mist and sprinkled the earth, and the girl's auricles were faintly transparent under the sunlight.

Yukimura leaned his elbows on the iron frame under the tram window, and rested his cheeks with his palms. The sunlight fell into his nine-purple eyes, and the nine-purple and warm gold were intertwined. It was impossible to see the hidden emotions in the pupils, which made people wonder. What was he thinking about.

The fingers with well-articulated joints are slightly bent, and the knuckles are touching the lips. The contrast between jade white and light red is seductive and tight, and the legs are raised casually.

Sitting on the side, Ah Meng couldn't help but kept peeping at the boy from the corner of his eyes, and the villain in his heart kept scratching the wall.

QWQ! ! !Peat, she really doesn't want to show his beauty to everyone!It's enough to hide it secretly and appreciate it for yourself!

A certain boss who seemed to be wandering in the air, actually used the sunlight to cover his eyes, and stared at the girl generously.

And he had to stare at the girl without letting the girl notice, Yukimura sighed in his heart, the girl was very vigilant, several times he almost caught her staring at her.

Seeing the girl pinching her earlobe, looking puzzled and looking around, Yukimura hid the smile on her lips into the shadows.

Why does he feel fresh when he looks at girls' movements now?Because like it?

Shouldn't it?

Feeling a little uncomfortable being watched all the time, Ah Mo tried to catch that gaze several times but failed to catch it.

I couldn't help pinching my hot earlobe, muttering in my heart.

The girl's eyes are everyone on the tram, office workers with bags, beautiful girls, and old ladies.

No one looks like that kind of person, except for a certain office worker, but he is sleeping.

So, from the beginning to the end, the girl never doubted a certain BOSS sitting next to her.

Because if she doubts a certain boss, she will spurn herself.

The 30-minute tram journey stopped at Tokyo Station while the girl was restless.

Ah Mo felt that she was about to become charcoal, and that unstoppable gaze accompanied her through the entire time on the tram.

And I was too embarrassed to tell the boy sitting beside me that he would say that she was narcissistic.

QAQ! !Kei likes to call her the police uncle, someone raped her with eyes, hey!

←_← Hello!Girl, where's your integrity?

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The semi-final of the National Violin Competition for High School Students was held in the music hall in Jumecho, Tokyo, where violinists from the entire Kanto region gathered.

Although it is said to be the semi-finals, there are not many people who can really participate, and there are only about 150 people who participated in the total competition from several regions.

There are only so many entries in a region. For a novice, it is beyond her expectations that she can participate in the national semi-finals.

It's not that she doesn't learn well, but that she doesn't have much experience in competitions. As far as her first competition is concerned, it is already very good for her to advance.

Standing outside the music hall, the girl's black pupils were a little excited, a little apprehensive, and a little uneasy.

"Yukimura, how did you feel when you participated in the national competition for the first time?" Some eagerly asked the tall young man beside him, the excitement in his heart overwhelmed the anxiety in his heart.

"I'm very excited, and I want to fight with my opponent immediately." Yukimura Jiu's purple pupils flashed a hint of obscurity, and the third year of junior high school was their heartache after all.

"Yeah." Ama pulled the falling piano case and tugged at Yukimura's elbow sleeve, "Let's go, let's go to the competition hall first, and the review should begin."

"Yeah." Yukimura turned his head and glanced at the many boys and girls carrying piano boxes heading towards the Tokyo Music Hall, and nodded.

There are many music halls in Tokyo, the semi-finals are only held in a music hall slightly outside, and the finals are also held in the Tokyo Central Music Hall.

After drawing the lottery for the order of the competition, Ah Mo didn't know if he was lucky or not this time, the first group, No. 25.

The number of people in today's competition is divided into five groups, each group has 30 people, and the results of the semi-finals are based on the number of groups. After the competition, the top [-] people in one group will be selected directly to enter the next round.

The chances of being eliminated are a little higher, and if calculated in this way, only 75 people will be left.

Sitting under the stage, looking at the more gorgeous interior layout, which is different from the Kanagawa Music Hall, I can't help but outline the appearance of the Central Music Hall in my mind.

Suddenly, a flame ignited in my heart, and I wanted to perform in the Central Music Hall*.

But Ah Mo is very aware of her level, it can only be considered a little above the middle range, there are many people who are better than her, she really doesn't know if she has the confidence to stand on the stage of the Central Music Hall Go play the violin.

He let out a long sigh of relief, a thin layer of sweat formed on the palm of his hand, his fingers unconsciously knotted the strap of the piano case, and the boy's eyes were impressed one by one.

There was a trace of a smile in the depths of the pupils, and he stretched out his hand to grab the tighter and tighter belt that the girl unconsciously twisted, and joked, "What? Is Takahashi going back with the violin in his arms today?"

A Mo blinked, looked at his hand, and suddenly felt embarrassed in his heart. The string of the piano case that he had placed loosely in his hand was almost twisted to the end by himself, and his fingertips were also twisted because of the tightened strap. Some blood supply was insufficient, and they were flushed red, and the fingertips of the young man beside him became more and more radiant and jade-like.

He quickly turned his wrist a few times to release the strap, and pinched his twisted fingers with the other hand, laughed and lowered his head.

Yukimura, who retracted his hand, squeezed his hand, and his purple pupils flashed.

The semi-finals were completely different from the regional competitions. The judges were all professors from the Department of Music of Dongdae University. Some experts were extremely picky. Basically, the chances of the contestants completing a whole piece of music could not be considered low, but they were indeed not high.

Moreover, the judges' comments can be described in terms of vicious tongue, and they hit the nail on the head without saving any face.

Ah Mo didn't wait long, and it was her turn.

The song she submitted this time was "Moonlight", not Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, but a relatively common song with a low degree of difficulty, but a test of one's emotional commitment.

This is a challenge for her. After so much experience, she also has her own violin.

Nodding towards the judges, Ah Mo set up the violin, took a deep breath, and played the first note.

The tone of the song is quiet, but there is a little inexplicable missing in it.

In the past, people interpreted love more, and Ah Mo also followed the mainstream to interpret love, but the love she interpreted was unspeakable love.

crush.

Be careful, not daring to touch it, like walking a tightrope, if you make a wrong step, you will be crushed to pieces.

A little bit of prayer contained in the sound of the piano, I hope he can notice me; a little bit of joy, I have a certain contact with him; a little bit of loss, after all, I am not a person of the same world with him.

Under the moonlight, the girl poured out her lingering heart to the moon, and under the warm moonlight, she told him all the feelings buried deep in her heart through the moonlight.

Yukimura in the audience straightened his lips, his handsome face was full of seriousness, and he wanted to ask if he understood?He can say that he understands, and he understands what the girl wants to express.

The feelings deeply buried in his heart were told to him through the sound of the piano, and then he suddenly realized that it seemed that he found that her feelings for him were much more than he imagined.

Lowering his eyelids, Yukimura listened carefully to the sound of "Peng Peng" when his heart was beating, it was very intense.

Do you feel happy?

right.

I always feel that I have more feelings for girls, and I want to go faster, just go faster.

Let something change between them.

The judges in the audience began to discuss quietly, but one of the female judges slammed the bell in front of her, and the rest of the judges were a little surprised, as if they didn't expect that female judge to do such a thing.

On the other hand, Ah Mo took down the violin very calmly, saying that it was not without frustration, but because she was mentally prepared, she didn't react much.

The female judge is a woman in her 30s, but she looks abnormally young, and the makeup on her face is also extremely delicate, making her feel like she is just in her early 20s.

The female judge put her hands on the microphone in front of her, and introduced herself very plainly, "Hello, contestant No. 25, I am a teacher from the Music Department of Dongda University, Nanami Kifumi."

Ah Mo nodded, and when Qihai Muwen asked the next sentence, Ah Mo was a little dumbfounded: "Is that Takahashi classmate? You should have someone you like."

→_→Hey, let her go, what kind of development is this!

After receiving the microphone handed over by the host, Ah Mo appeared to be very calm on the outside, but in fact, he had already started to complain silently in his heart: Hey, hey!Teacher, are you really a judge, didn't you come to make trouble?If yes, I will hit you.

The following Qihai Muwen smiled, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was ridiculed: "If Takahashi, you say that you have no one you like, I don't believe it~ Your piano sound clearly expresses your thoughts. .”

Pursing his lips, Ah Meng opened his mouth, "Yes." And he is sitting down now, teacher, do you want me to call him up for you to meet?

"I thought you, Takahashi, would be very reluctant to confess." Nanami Kifumi's expression was very surprised, but her laughing voice did not say that she was too surprised.

"Teacher, you don't know who he is." Yukimura covered his mouth with the girl's very confident words, and there was a trace of helplessness in the nine purple pupils, Takahashi, you really are.

"Really?" Qihai Muwen raised the tail of his slender eyebrows, with a shrewd and capable posture, "Since that's the case, I'm going to talk about some shortcomings of you, Takahashi."

Ah Mu nodded and listened carefully.

"First, contestant Takahashi, what you are expressing is secret love. Secret love is different from liking. Secret love is very fragile and may die due to any reason at any time. Therefore, contestant Takahashi, when you deal with the weaker part in the middle, you have a delicate feeling. It didn't quite work out."

"Secondly, you were too hasty when you dealt with the crescendo part. It was under the gentle moonlight, and the girl was pouring out her feelings to the moonlight. From low to high, the levels increased."

"Third, as far as the subject matter you chose, contestant Takahashi, is very suitable for your current situation, it shows that you understand your emotions very well, but it would be better to pay more attention to the above points and be more delicate, as in the sentence In other words, details defeat love, and those details also determine success or failure. Above."

Qihai Muwen turned off the microphone, the last sentence details defeated love caught Ah Mu's heart, bowed politely, and stepped off the stage with the violin in his arms, Ah Mu still couldn't recover.

Are details everything?

Clenching her fists, she doesn't want to be defeated.

The author has something to say: ←_← Peat!This broken phone!

I hate cell phones!

I've posted it many times but didn't post it!

QAQ!Everyone loves to see Wei Wei's crying face, please take care of her, dear!