I play the piano in the comprehensive world

Gou Juanjing arrived at school half an hour earlier than agreed, and was going to practice his voice first, but when he arrived in the classroom, he found that everyone had arrived.

Three of the four people know each other, Yone, a classmate in junior high school, Hoshino, a well-known young pianist in China, and Ono, a member of Xiaojing's support group.The remaining one, Gou Juanjing only knows the name.

When Yamamoto came here in the morning, he saw the man who was famous in school. The real person looked even better than when he was seen from a distance. When his green eyes glanced at him, Yamamoto couldn't help but straighten his chest a little bit. The unreality and excitement of seeing a star brewed in his heart, and gradually fermented into an indescribable swelling emotion.

The other party greeted everyone cordially, and even called out Yamamoto's name accurately, and the inflated emotions turned into small flowers, covering Yamamoto's head and face.Just when he thought that other classmates would introduce him again, Yamamoto discovered that this was not the case at all.

Hoshino, who was still yelling nervous yesterday, seemed to be very proactive. Sitting next to the dog, his eyes were like puppies, chasing the dog and moving from side to side, and the appearance of Ono and Yonezu was not the same as when they were chatting yesterday. With that calm look, the three of them rolled around the dog, barely leaving a gap for him to show that he was still here.

For the young student Yamamoto, he saw for the first time the sinister human heart.

Gou Juanjing first explained his thoughts: "I can't sing like the original song. The technique is too high, and my voice can't keep up. So I changed the singing method a little bit."

Hoshino fans followed immediately: "No problem! How would Master Goujuan want to sing?"

Ono and Yonezu also agreed without principle.

If it was before, Gou Juan would often be at a loss at this time, and people around him would look at him expectantly, as if they would unconditionally agree with him even if he blamed a deer. Do not say.But now, Xiaojing has passed that time of timidity,

"It's not like that." Gou Juanjing looked at each of them seriously, "We are a band, so you should also have your feelings and opinions."

"...I mean...it's better if everyone adjusts to each other and works together to play a better piece of music, doesn't it?"

"I hope I can work with everyone to make a good song."

"—a song that belongs to us."

Just a few words made the other four people present feel as if they had been drinking, the feeling of being dizzy, the feeling of blood rushing to the face, and walking in the clouds.

——Master Goujuan said that he would compose a song with me!

The whole winter practice was worth it!

The words "creation" and "together" are full of fantastic special effects, and the fireworks bloom on the tip of the tongue. When they are said together, the whole person is numb, and then excited again.

"Then let's work hard together!" Yamamoto said first.

"Then please come and try the singing first, Mr. Goujuan, and I, we will discuss how to cooperate."

"I'll take a video, it's better to correct it if there is a comparison."

Among the few of them, the one with band performance experience is Yamamoto, and Goujuanjing also said modestly: "Yamamoto is more experienced, and I will trouble you more."

Yamamoto, who was still very bold just now, blushed, "No, nothing, let's work hard together!"

In this atmosphere, Gou Juanjing began to practice with a few classmates.

On the second day, Yamamoto started to let himself go, and came over in a hip-hop outfit.Ono, Yonezu, and Hoshino also have their own private uniforms. After taking off their school uniforms, each of them is full of personality, which makes Gou Jujing feel happy for no reason.

Like breaking free from some kind of bondage.

There are no spotlights, gowns, pianos, or genteel audiences.

They have only one purpose - to complete a "loser" together, and if they can do another song.

After a few days, they practiced from 7:9 am to [-]:[-] pm, detailing each sentence and practicing phrases. The video version alone produced one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, some serious, some funny, It is purely experimental. Everyone actively puts forward their own views and ideas, tries again and again, and laughs unceremoniously and without malice when the playback is wrong.

This is a different feeling from Misa Hamai's practice.

He is a zero-based person, starting from scratch, surrounded by peers, and not so rigid in communication. Everyone brings bento for lunch, and dinners at night are often very unhealthy milk tea, cola, fried chicken, convenience store snacks and the like.

This is the first time Goujuanjing eats junk food with others like this, sitting cross-legged directly in the school classroom, and there are people telling jokes while eating. He often doesn’t get the point of laughing, but some people laugh, and then everyone will Laugh along with me.

When they couldn't practice well no matter how hard they practiced, the five of them were lying in the music classroom and playing around. Yamamoto's tone-deaf voice started howling, and the two girls, Ono and Hoshino, screamed to vent their anger. Yonezu began to run around the corridor aimlessly, In short, each has its own strange way of decompression, what is tall, what is elegant and beautiful, nothing exists, they are just a group of weird people created in school.

On the last night, the five of them began to gather together to tell the truth. After practicing together for a few days, everyone's feelings changed.

The winner Yamamoto made a request: "So let's talk about your losers!"

"I'll come first!" Hoshino who responded most positively was the shy and restrained Hoshino, "I-hate, I hate Bai Jianren the most, why, why, why, why... scum, bastard..." The young man The girl said something wrong with her expression. "...Even so, I still like him, I'm such a hopeless loser."

The other four fell silent.

With this big revelation, everyone except Gou Juanjing was silent.

Bai Jianren, the Neptune scumbag who was recently reported by girls with his real name on the school forum, but there are still girls who are willing to stand up for him. He is an incomprehensible winner of the Neptune. All rational girls should know to stay away from this terrible Neptune .

Ono, who is also a girl, felt a little bit sympathetic, "Reason is one thing, emotion is another. You just know how to do it."

Ono continued her topic, his eyes wandered, trying to cover up his discomfort with a relaxed tone: "The place where I am a loser is--I actually don't want to go abroad, but I don't have the guts to resist my dad's arrangement, and I will leave next month gone."

Speak your sad reality calmly.

The two girls started, and the boy was too embarrassed to hide it. Yonezu: "Don't look at me like this, I really want to be a baseball player, but I really..." in baseball probably remembered What a sad thing, Yonejin tried hard to pretend nothing had happened and said: "I don't have any talent."

The atmosphere inexplicably became heavy.

Yamamoto scratched the back of his head: "Actually, I..." He spoke halfway, aroused everyone's curiosity, and then said embarrassingly: "I can't think of anything particularly reconciled to me."

other people:"……"

"what the hell!"

"Take our appetite!"

"It's too much."

"Drinks later, Yamamoto treats you!"

"Hey Hey hey!"

Everyone laughed again.

Finally it was the dog's turn.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding the sight of all of them, his face was covered with a layer of white light, the lighter the color of his hair and skin color, the more dazzling those green eyes, like the only star in the night, shining gently Your own light. "I... haven't been able to express myself very well. I can't convey my thoughts and emotions well through language. That's why I learned piano at the beginning."

"I'm sitting here for the same reason now. Because I want to tell Xiaojing that you are also the most gorgeous one after losing the game, and I want to encourage him to keep going, but I haven't figured out how to say it..."

He smiled wryly: "Isn't it very mean?"

other people:"……"

"He's obviously super handsome, isn't he?"

"When will my friends do this for me..."

"It's over, what kind of loser is this? Is the clown still myself?"

"Young tame dye series from other people's family."

In the end, the four of them actually sang "lemon fruit on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree", and the other three no longer disliked Yamamoto's male voice.

……

It's a new term, and Keigo Atobe seldom returns to school.

With his father's permission, he embarked on the path of a semi-professional tennis player. He participated in the national U17 screening and was eliminated until now. Before he knew it, a year had passed, and he hadn't set foot on the campus for a long time. He looked in the mirror and was wearing the Hyotei school uniform for a long time. I am a little strange to myself.

Atobe stepped into the school, and the students of Hyotei welcomed their long-lost emperor as usual.

Like all other schools, Bingdi's first day of school still starts with the opening ceremony.

"What about Xiaojing and the others?" Atobe asked the rest of the class.

The class monitor adjusted his glasses, the reflective round lenses blocked his sight, and only heard him answer: "As this year's student representative, Gou Juan went to the auditorium to prepare in advance."

Atobe nodded, put down the idea of ​​looking for You Shunran immediately, and planned to get together again at noon.

There is no young tame dye, the eldest and the young masters are unresponsive to everything around them, but the members of the tennis club are very curious about the U17s and keep asking questions.

Although Atobe hasn't gone to school for almost a year, the members of the tennis club have long acquiesced in his position as the president, and the current real management members have put themselves in the position of vice president.

Atobe saw the additional decorations in the auditorium, which didn't look like an ordinary opening ceremony, but rather a celebration. "Is there anything going on today?"

"I haven't heard of it, maybe after the opening ceremony."

"Is it a coming-of-age ceremony?"

"Stupid, why would you have a coming-of-age ceremony as soon as school starts?"

First the school leaders spoke, and then it was the dean's turn, the student representatives, and some parent representatives standing behind. Atobe watched the tall and straight second-year student representatives take the stage, and nodded in satisfaction: my uncle's young tame dye is gorgeous.

After finishing according to the procedures, each class did not organize students to leave. The principal and teachers left voluntarily, leaving a space for the students to play freely.